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badgyalshii · 7 months ago

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WANNA TRY IT WITH ME?

word count: 3.1k?

warnings! smut, maybe some typos, oral (f) and missionary, overstimulation, some dirty talk.

pairing! only fans!timothee chalamet x (f) friend!reader (ALWAYS SAFE FOR POC + PLUS SIZE)

a/n: hereee goes my long awaited apology for the finale of its never over🙄 i hope you guys enjoy! two hands on the phone please😏 the “xxx” is a divider btw i just got lazy lmao TELL ME IF IT SERVES CUNTTTT (requests are open)

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It was no secret that timothee owned a onlyfans, he didnt really talk about it though. He didnt want it to be the main conversation between him and his friends, he kept the subjects separated but he was very close with his fans. You said you would always support what he does and even registered for an account to follow him, he tried to fight it and block you from his page, but you said it wasnt really that big of a deal considering you would never open the app and just to let you love him, to which he sighed and let it go, but convsersations were awkward because in the back of his mind he didnt know and was wondering you ever watched his videos. It was only a side gig, but he wanted to focus on college and small acting.

One day, you decided to initiate the conversation with timmy while you both ate chinese. ¨i just felt like if i talked to you about it then it would be hard for you to separate me from being a normal sensitive person from being ya know….that¨ he explained, you shrugged. ¨i mean, i wouldnt look at you differently- not that ive watched but i know you, and how could i judge such a sweet person like you? The only thing that i would have questions about is, like, is it awkward? On camera? Im not even comfortable with myself so put myself on camera and do that-¨ ¨if you dont like yourself, trust their is someone to appreciates you like ten times more than you do on a good day. Theres no reason for you to feel like that¨ he said looking over before eating the rice with a fork. You let out a hum and things fell silent as you both watched a movie, but it was clear you both were thinking. ¨would- would you like…¨ he looked over at you, your eyebrows lifted as you looked at him, he seemed nervous as his cheeks were slowly turning rosy, he cleared his throat before finishing his question. ¨like try it?¨ he asked, ¨erm¨ you said before thinking to yourself, ¨maybe with someone i trust, could be fun¨ you smiled before asking for the rice, taking a forkfull bite off of the same utensil that timmy used. He shrugged, becoming more comfortable, seeing as you were rather chill about the situation, it was a joke to him, what he was about to say, but the tone that came out otherwise said different.

¨wanna try it with me?¨ your eyes widened in surprise, to which he laughed, ¨joking, im joking¨ he let out with a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, his face was visibly warm now, a big grin on his face trying to fight off the fact that he said that. You chewed and swallowed your rice carefully, not saying a word and looking at him while he looked at you, itching and waiting for your response. You shrugged, ¨fuck it¨ your stomach was doing flips, what were you saying? Are you fucking serious? You thought after you said that, your eyebrows high and a side smile on your lips. His mouth parted, ¨when-when would you wanna do it?¨ he asked, ¨its your page, shouldnt you make the rules?¨ you muttered, setting down the rice. ¨tommorow maybe?¨ he let out, watching you get up, you said yeah and said you had to use the bathroom.

When you made it to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror before letting out a sigh and putting a hand on your face is disbelief, what had you singed yourself up for? Why were you just talking? Were you just talking? It was clear that you both were very attractive, so imagine what people think. Your shared friends already think you guys have something casual going on, so would they really be surprised if you both busted out with a cake saying ¨we did it! We fucked! (and recorded)¨? You bit your lip before running the water and washing your hands, before exiting out of the bathroom and sitting next to timothee again.

XXX

You both shyd away about the idea even if it was just the next day, but here we are. You sat ontop of timothees bed, fully clothed and your hair out of the way. You bit your lip, you were anxious, you didnt know how to feel about this, how would others take it? What if they didnt like you? What if you didnt like it. Timothee sat infront of you the entire time, telling you that it was okay if you didnt want to do it and reassuring you the entire time and double checking in with you. As nervous as you were, there was a small burst of excitement that jumped in your stomach.

He bit his lip, ¨you ready?¨ he asked, holding up the camera, about to record you. On the nightstand sat a white viberator, body oil, and lube just incase. He raised three fingers behind the camera, initiating a count down, he very soon pressed the record button, you saw the red small light from the camera flicker. A smile played on your lips from awkwardness but you tried your best to cover it up. ¨this is y/n. One of my closest friends who wanted to join us today¨ he chuckled, ëyes on the screen as he looked through the camera to see you. ¨but ill let her introduce herself¨ he finished, your eyes widened, you didnt know what to do. ¨im nervous¨ you let out with a pity smile and you both let out a laugh, ¨just get undressed while you introduce yourself¨ he let out a small grunt as he watched you immediately catch on and start pulling up your top.he bit his lip, he couldnt deny you looked fucking great, the way your breasts were laid pretty in that bra and how your hips sat with the hidden treasures just waiting to be touched. You watched as he slowly palmed himself and continued to record. You decided this was the right time to speak up.

¨my name is y/n, but timothee told you that¨ you laughed as you stripped your shirt off, muffled music played in the back but you both werent too focused on that, you wore a matching set for the circumstance, and when your bra was revealed he let out a muttered fuck and applied more pressure to his clothed cock. T̈his is my first time¨ you continued, looking over at the oil before reaching over, your ass in the air as you reached for it he let out a sigh, and watched as your back arched and when you came back at sat correctly, he lended his hand out, ¨i wanna do that¨ he said, and you complied, handing him the oil, he let out a small groan, he was as hard as a rock and youve barely even started, he had no shirt on but he had his grey sweatpants, he took the camera and set it up on its stand on the end of the bed.

When he looked back at you, you sat there innocently, you sat on the back of your calves, legs closed and looking up at him so lost, it turned him on that he could take control and lead you. He softly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a slowly soft to passionate open mouth kiss, pulling your head towards himself before letting you go and moving behind you, his warm touch on your arms, following all the way up to your neck and you tilted your head back on his shoulder as he now kissed your neck and uncuffed your bra. ¨shittttt¨ he muttered, looking at your tits and taking them into his hands, to which they fit perfectly, your nipple between his first and middle finger, rolling them around as soft sighs of pleasure left your lips, he looked at you the entire time before applying a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. You closed your eyes and let him lead you, you felt like you were falling in his arms and allowed him to take you anywhere, you swore this is what you needed, you almost forgot the camera was even there. He put his hand on your waist before he reached for the oil and while he did that, you stripped yourself from your shorts, revealing your matching thong before getting back into pisition and you looked at the camera, thinking you should be more seductive, you looked at it and let out a moan as the warm oil hit your body, he rubbed it over your chest, your stomach, his touch was gentle the entire time, ¨can you bend over infront of the camera for me?¨ he asked gently, you looked at him and nodded, your ass was pointed to the camera and he moved behind you and to the side, his eyebrows raised as you arched as your already glistening cunt was soaking the thin material of the thong, he applied oil over your ass and rubbed it in before his hands crawled up to the sides of your thong, ¨is it okay if i pull this down?¨ he asked, you nodded and he looked at you before dropping your panties, he let out a sigh of satifacation and rubbed over your entrance, you let out a hum and arched your back further before he plunged a finger into your soaking wet cunt, your mouth dropped as he slowly fingered you, he watched as your walls tighten around his fingers, his mouth dropped and he couldnt wait to put his dick inside.

He lifted up your ass as he started to apply pressure and finger harder, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back at him. ¨like that?¨ he asked as he continued to finger, you bit your lip and nodded your head, your hips moved back into his hand as a small smirk played on his face before he stripped his fingers away, you let out a whine, wanting him to keep going before he surprised you and applied his tongue to your clit, your mouth dropped, his tongue was circling and you let out a moan.

¨timmy” left your lips, fuck. Is this what you were missing out on? Your stomach has butterflies as you leaned back wanting more, he let out a chuckle against your lips in cockiness seeing as you were enjoying this. He shook his head against your pussy and you moaned his name again. ¨dont stop, make me cum timmy¨ he let out another hum against your pearl before pulling away with a pop. ¨make you cum? Want me to make you cum baby?¨ he asked, pumping his fingers.

You looked back at him and seen your juices covering his lips, you could finish just now, looking at his low eyes, looking at him made it seem like he was clouded with ecstasy. He licked his lips and you nodded, letting out a soft please. He kissed your ass before getting on his knees and pulsing into your pussy harder, your eyebrows furrow as you close your eyes, opened mouth gasps and a deep moan just rips away from your lips, fuck, you couldnt take it. And the way timothee looked at you didnt help, ¨shit¨ he muttered, taking his thumb and rubbing your pearl in complete circles. Your mouth hung low as your belly started to heat up, you could feel yourself about to explode. You let out a whine and he bit his lower lip, ¨look at me, look at me while i make you cum¨ he circled faster, you looked at him desperate, desperate to finish.

And suddenly you did, ¨timmy!¨ you let out, your eyes rolling and the way he tried to ride your high out was overstimulating for you so you jerked your body from his fingers, to which he laughed at. ¨shut up¨ you laughed, putting your heand in your hands as your stomach continued to burn from the release. ¨you okay?¨ he asked again, you nodded yes and it was okay and that you were ready for the next round, he smiled at you, and you smiled back, before something else caught your attention. He was clearly breathing heavier and as you shamelessly panned his body, and something else was clearly looking at you.

He didnt try to hide it, instead, he grabbed it while he looked at you, ¨missionary? Or?¨ he asked. You shrugged in return, you liked that he mentioned missionary first, “is that a good angle?” you asked, “any shot with you in it is a good angle, y/n” he said, stripping from his sweats and boxers before coming over to press a kiss on your lips. Once again, the kiss became heated, he leaded you to lay on your back while your lips were still together. He came down and laid firm on you, pressing up against your bare pussy. You held onto his curls as his soft lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth, shamelessly clashing against yours, your teeth. It was so hot, he pumped himself before pressing up against your entrance. He rubbed his dick messily against your clit, looking at you jutter under his touch, he kissed your head before he entered slowly, a soft sigh left your lips as you made eye contact with him, watching his eyebrows press together from the easy slip in, to the tight satisfying feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. He looked at you for approval, and you nodded.

“y/n, fuck you feel good” he muttered, his mouth opening as you opened your legs further, wanting more. A throaty moan left your mouth as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him fuck you, his dick hit your spot everytime and he only moved faster. “Timmy, keep going” you moaned, your head tilting back from the euphoria. He reached up and grabbed your tit, massaging it as he continued to let out moans, “fuck, like that? You like that?” he muttered, now focusing and putting his hands on both sides of your head. He rocked his hips thorough, his mouth agape and low groans ripping away as the headboard of the bed clashed against the wall time and time again.

“yes! mmph-“ you were cut off by how deep his dick was inside you and how your sensitive nipples tickled in his touch, the way he looked so focused and lost in the moment only made you more wet, you tilted your head back and let out a cry, he was hitting the same spot over again and fucking you harder, you felt your walls clench desperately and that only motivated him more. “timmy!” you whine, putting your hand on his stomach and closing your legs around him, the sound of skin on skin became more relevant as he didnt stop, “i got you” he let out in a breathy, low and seductive tone.

he slapped your hand out of the way before taking it and your other and placing them ontop of the pillow, holding your hands by the wrist as he came down and kissed your sweet spot, “oh my- mmm!” a high pitched hum broke and tried to hide your neck, this was all so overpowering and it felt so good, “where do you want me to cum, y/n” he whispered in your ear, “fuck!” he closed his eyes and his hips rutted slowly, still having powerful strokes, “inside” you let out, he looks up at you before letting out a laugh, “are you crazy? you’re gonna get pregnant- shit” the pleasure took over, canceling his sentence.

“i wont” you shook your head, fuck thats all you wanted, for him to fill you up, give himself to you fully. he looks at you and presses a kiss to your lips before letting out an okay, he takes one of his hands off of your wrists to come down and rub your clit, but it was difficult considering how wet you were. your body was overstimulated and tried to fight his hand off by moving your hips, but when you moved them it just made him go deeper, past your spot, you froze in that position, your body shocked as he hit a point you didnt know anyone could. “fuck! dont stop!” you scream in a whiney tone, keeping your hips where they were. “cum for me” he said, his jaw clenching as he looked at you with all seriousness, “take it, take it from me make me cum!” you cry, his hand moved faster against your clit and more rough groans left his lips, your mouth suddenly became agape and he looked at you, your eyes pouring into his as you came. “timmy, im, im cumming” your eyebrows furrowed, it felt like the world stopped, your body jerked and released all the knots in your stomach. he came down and you both shared and open mouthed sloppy kiss, he bit his lip and and looked down at you, fucked you harder and the bed creaking and the camera was so close to flipping over.

“mmm” his lips pursed together, fucking you faster now, “timmy!” you cried again, before his mouth dropped, a whiney moan left him lips “y/n, y/n, aw, fuckkk y/n” he said over and over again, feeling his seed shoot up in your stomach as he looked at you, both eyes were desperate for each other, so hazed in the stars. he let you go and your arms went under his, holding him as he let out “uhs” as he finished cumming inside you, and making sure you got all of it as he messily rutted his hips until failure. your back came off the matress as you accepted the cum shooting up your pussy as your chest uncontrollably heaves.

his head falls into the deep of your neck, still breathing heavy but applied kisses there. Once he catches his breath, he sits back up and pulls out, a curse leaving your lips as he grabbed the camera and pointed it at you, you looked at him behind the camera, he was still breathing heavy and he reached his hand to your lips, his thumb brushing over them before you took it into your mouth and sucked, a smirk and a small chuckle left his lips before he took out his thumb and traced it along your body, you were covered in sweat, your body glistening heavenly, or at least he thought so. the camera following, all the way down until he zoomed in on your fucked out area, seeinng the cum slowly leaking from your hole and your clit visibly swollen. he separates your folds from each other, “man i could really eat you out again” he joked.

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junedenim · 2 months ago

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still a trace

the heat to melt the cold

warnings: cheating, piv, handjob, blowjob, etc.

word count: 5.5k

You pat the snow off your coat. The ice is sticking to your gloves and your snow boots shuffle away at the doormat. Alex is somewhere in the house, maybe in the kitchen. You can hear the murmur of his music that muted your entrance. You're freezing but the house is warm. You slip off your shoes and roll your gloves into your coat pocket before hanging it on the rack.

The tips of your fingers are frozen numb so you stick them under your armpits. You follow the trail of music into the kitchen where he stands cutting tomatoes at the counter, his back to you.

You think about sneaking up on him but he has a knife in his hand and it's better to stand in the archway and watch him than risk either of you getting cut. He hums to the music and there's a slight sway in his hips. He's wearing a ribbed sweater on which he's rolled up the sleeves. He taps his foot, sock-clad and fuzzy, on the tiled floors, where you can feel the chill through your socked feet.

It's not often you can look on at him unobtrusively. There are little slivers in the late night and early morning but you can rarely stare at him unknowingly with the lights still on. The last time you were able to be this observant was when you first met.

It was at a wedding. You'd never crossed paths before. He was close friends with the groom and you were a distant relative of the bride. Somehow that meant you ended up at the same table. You were lonely, your date ditching you, and sat beside Alex. You were drunk and he was good-looking. Then, he went up to the open bar and you stared and stared and stared. He came back, two drinks in his hand and a breath that smelled like whiskey, and you talked and laughed. You can't remember ever laughing that much even with alcohol.

At the end of the night, he offered to walk you to your hotel room. You were drunk. He was drunk. You had sex. Unplanned and quick and it was a mess. The whole thing was a mess. And now you're here watching him cook dinner.

He began to whistle to the music and that's when you had to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand but it proved no use. He turned around at the noise. "Ay! You surveilling me now?"

"I'm just admiring," you choke out in laughter. "Do you often whistle while you work?"

He shakes his head like he can't believe the sight. "Hush, you. How long have you been watching me?"

You shrug, arms crossed. "Only a few." He's smiling, deep and wide. It's coming home without actually being home. Or maybe this is home now? A place of comfort that has been your place for far longer than you want to admit.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting?" Alex asks.

You raise your eyebrows. "For what?"

He puckers his lips and taps his finger on his bottom lip.

"You could come here for that."

Alex points to the stove. "I gotta watch the pot." He stirs as the flame burns bright, blue ripples of fire.

You slowly walk with a small foot tap on each cold tile. He's impatient, taking a big lunge forward, and wrapping his left arm around your torso, the other still stirring the pot. It's the greeting kiss, deep and hard like always. A message of making up for all that lost time you've been separated for.

Your arms are stuck between you two, squeezed between your chests. Your cold hands touch down and make him hiss at the frigidness. He pulls away, grabbing your hands. "We gotta warm you up, babe." He rubs his two warm hands over yours, sitting palm-to-palm. He holds them over the pot, the proximity to the stove fire provides heat.

He lets go and you keep them steady there. One of his hands goes back to stirring and his other reaches up and pushes a chunk of loose hair—wet from the snow—behind your ear. "How was the walk over?"

"It's snowing," you simply say. You watch the pot, waiting for it to reach its boiling point.

Alex lightly chuckles. "I can tell. Dinner will be ready soon. You want some tea?"

You nod and take to watching him again. He reaches to the very top shelf, his body stretched, a fragment of his pale winter skin showing. It pleases you that you're familiar with the sight of his bare skin. It distresses you how much you long to touch.

He grabs your mug, hidden behind all the others. He grabs his mug from the front, a big A on it. The first time you slept over, he grabbed it and said, "It's A for Alex." It has always been easy to love him, that's what has scared you so much. His childish wisdom and his need to explain everything but the big things. The way he kisses you on the cheek when he walks by to the kettle. Especially that.

The mug is exactly what your hands need if you can't hold Alex's heated touch. You sip away, sitting at the kitchen table, watching him. You talk and he nods along that humming continuing softly. The glow in the room melts all the coldness away, everything that was dark and freezing is lost beneath this incandescent light.

He brings your plates over to the table and you grab the wine glasses. When you try to open the wine, he offers, "No, no, I can do it."

You giggle at his chivalry but insist, "I can uncork a bottle, Al." You pour each of you a glass and sit the bottle between the two of you. His chair is meant to be across from yours but he's moved it closer so your knees touch one another. There are hidden glances, even though here in his house just the two of you, there are no secrets to be kept.

"This is delicious," you compliment the dish. It's soothing going down your throat, the perfect relief. This whole evening heals an illness you didn't even know you had.

He kisses the back of your hand. "Perfect. I was thinking maybe Friday you could come over again."

Your smile drops and it feels like the lights have dimmed slightly. Not in that sensual kind of way but that annoying office lighting that puts you to sleep. "I can't. You know."

Alex nods in perfect understanding. "Alright. You let me know."

You nod in return. He stands to clear the plates but you beat him into picking them up, demanding that you wash them. "You could, at least, let me clean."

He smirks. "Does that mean I get to watch you now?"

You shrug playfully. "Maybe." It lifts the demeanor of the room but not back to its former state.

The dishes are easy to clean. Dinner wasn't very messy but you take your time cleaning them. The water feels nice on your hands and you zone out at the sight of falling specks of snow. They stick to the window pane, slowly clumping together and growing in size. It's easy to get lost in them.

Whether intentional or not, Alex copies you, sneaking up behind you. His chair pushing out, his figure approaching you, and his feet hitting the ground all went unnoticed by you until his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You jump at the touch. He chuckles into your neck. The vibrations are sent down your spine. "Did I scare you?"

"I just wandered off in my head," you explained. "Sorry."

His head sits on your shoulder, peppering the lightest kisses to your neck. "That's alright." His grip is tight on you, so fearful of you floating away. He reaches around you, shutting off the flow of water from the sink. "Come on, let's go to bed."

"What about dessert?" You ask seriously. It's a deflection thing. You don't care too much about whatever cookies he bought at the store. You just can't outrun your thoughts no matter how hard you push.

He pushes hard against you. "We have to work off dinner first," he jokes. You hate that you aren't laughing. He knows you, recognizes this shift in you, and knows exactly what to do. His hand brushes up your side and you have craved that touch so much. "Let's go to bed, love."

Alex pulls back, his touch gone leaving the cold to spread all through you. You look behind you, his back to you walking away. His hand touches the railing and he stalls for a moment at the bottom of the steps. You think he's about to look up but he doesn't, he just climbs up the stairs.

You're left in the kitchen, now silent and cold. You could stand here and think about your shame for another hundred years or you could join him upstairs in a warm bed. You wait, minutes pass by. You hear him shower all alone. You hear the shower shut off. You dry your hands on a towel and join him upstairs.

He's in bed, back against the headboard, a book in his hand. You wonder if he was actually reading it or if he's thinking too. He looks up in a slow rush, staring. Both of you, back-and-forth staring.

"You got me an extra blanket," you comment at the fluffy cotton on your side of the bed.

Alex looks down at it. His gaze is so tender that it breaks you in half. "God knows you'll need it."

You're standing in the doorway, not yet crossing the threshold. His eyes don't leave you, looking in tightly at you. It's always been the hardest and easiest thing to give yourself over to him. It's routine for you to stand here and eye that side of the bed.

"You coming to bed?" It isn't sweetly said like it was downstairs. It's desperation now. A question that was lodged in his throat and is now lodged in you. You will never get rid of the sound of his voice, replaying every syllable in your head.

You place your hand on the wall. Your eyes drift to him. His eyes steady, directly on you. It's unforgiving. You never feel like he is judging you but he's pleading for you, begging for something you can't fully give him. But you can go to bed with him and that's what you want.

"Yeah. Just gonna brush my teeth first." You walk to the bathroom but look back first, attempting to alleviate the air, telling him, "Don't fall asleep on me."

"Promise," he swears.

And when you come back out, dressed for bed and clean breath, he's in the same place, reading. At the sight of you, he shuts the book, placing it on his nightstand. His hair has roughly dried from the shower and his eyes now stare brutally, requesting a different kind of bedding from you.

It's easy to slip under the covers into the fire below them. Nothing is suffocating about this smoke as he takes you into his hands bringing that heat back to your body accompanied by a kiss that shoots right through your core, down into your center. You get completely lost in each other and it's impossible to ignore this. You don't understand how anyone could ever reject this. Sometimes it feels like the reason your blood keeps flowing.

His hand chases up your thigh and you could die. Die right here in this corner of the world, rot here with him. You'll long for him forever, even when you're reaching down into his pants and taking him into your hands. He warms you up and you cool him down and there's nothing that can make you feel like this ever again.

In the halting of time, clothes escape both his body and yours. You rub him in your hand and he mouths at your boob, but it's clear the rabid need for more. The need to be inside one another, to feel the other completely.

He is your moon, bright and pulling you into him with the kind of gravity you can’t fight. The kind you never want to fight. You feel like waves as you rock against him. Your hands move up his back, his neck, are in his hair, and you make this desperate whining sound. He cradles you close and you hide in his neck. Sometimes the want overtakes the need, but this feels more like the latter. Alex moans, letting himself, not fighting it either. His grip tightens on you because you like that and he knows it, uses it, puts a palm on you, and strokes the column of your throat with his thumb as your head tilts back. He leans down to kiss your neck. Your pulse jumps and skips against his mouth. “Alex,” you breathe out.

Alex looks down at her, his chest heaving, lips parted. You both like it like this when they’re face to face and you can feel all of him against you, skin warm and smooth. When he moves you onto your stomach you grip the sheets with this satisfied grin. Behind you now, sternum to curved spine, he grabs your hips and pushes inside of you.

He trails his one hand up your chest to stroke your breast and you gasp. He is deliberately slow with every roll of his hips just to drive you crazy, to rile you up. Wants that, wants you begging, wants to take his time because being inside you is sacred even if fucking each other feels like a sin.

He finds that spot that always untames you that only he has ever been able to find. It has you biting down on something to muffle the sounds you can’t help making. At that he changes the cadence, hands on your ass, all need, pulling you up and against him. You whimper and your head tilts when he moves to kiss your neck again, but it’s all tongue and teeth this time, biting and licking because if you want it rough and raw this way, he’ll give it to you.

You shiver as his lips trail up to nip at your earlobe and suck at that secret place behind it. You moan out, "Fuck yes," and he’s very much inclined to agree. He gives you a hickey on your collarbone but you can't think about that. He keeps stroking your breasts and moving inside you until you crash in his arms. You feel like glass shattering and he cradles the broken pieces just as much of a wreck as you.

You both end up panting against the pillows. You shift to face him, shaking, goosebumps everywhere as he skims his palm from your thigh to your ribcage. Your mouth curves up into a shy, small smile. "You're pretty good at that."

"Yeah?" He asks softly, matching her expression. He moves closer until the tips of your noses are brushing. "I like being good for you. That's all I want."

You reach down to cover his hand with your own, palm pressed to your warm skin. He strokes his thumb over your smooth skin and your eyelids flutter shut with a more vulnerable kind of pleasure. "What time do I have to leave tomorrow?"

He sighs. You know he doesn't want to talk about it and you don't either but it's the unavoidable. It's the obstacle that has been standing in your way ever since you got together. Whatever "together" is. "She comes back at noon."

You turn onto your back and nod, your hair rustling against the pillow. "I'll leave at 10."

Alex looks over at you but your eyes remain up on the ceiling. "You don't have to leave so early."

You spare a glance he knows all too well. "Yeah, I do."

He falls onto his back and those touches from before are gone. It's stiff, raw, and cutting now. Nothing keeps the cold from entering. Everything quills the fire. "He's coming back tomorrow." You nod, ceiling stare. "That's why you can't come over Friday."

"Yeah."

It's empty and all the love that was made before is negated. This often happens after you do it the first time. The questioning pounds in each of your heads reflecting what you just did. The betrayal that felt so right and understandable a minute ago has given way to guilt. You've been feeling that more and more lately, swallowing up your insides. Maybe that's because he's coming back tomorrow.

"God," Alex breathes out. You aren't sure if he's praying or begging. It feels just the same. The hope of forgiveness that is drowned out by lying naked next to a man who isn't your husband.

Husband. The word makes you dizzy and it hammers nails into your head. You feel like you're going to be sick but you don't move. It's too cold to move. It's overwhelming the overflowing you're feeling and something has to give so when the dam breaks, it's not unexpected. You cry.

"The fuck am I doing?" You weep. You turn over into his pillow that smells like his girlfriend's shampoo and you cry your heart out. His thawing touch lands on your back, stroking it up and down but you can feel the shake of his hand. The panic in his movements. You aren't sure if it's over his girlfriend finding out or you leaving. You don't ever want to know the answer.

You take breaths, deep breaths. You steady out to soft cries and slowly lift your body, turning onto your back. He isn't looking at you. He's sitting up, uncomfortably hunched over with his head in his hands. "Can we not talk about that now?" His tone is unstable, muffled by his hands over his face.

"Then when?" It's been a ball that has been kicked down the road for years. You've fought about it but you're not going to be unmarried anytime soon but you don't want to stop this ever. The arguing died down when Alex got a girlfriend, something he didn't have when you first fucked. You can't help but think how cruel it is that she was brought into a relationship where her place was unknowingly already taken. But it's a topic Alex refuses to talk about.

You saw her picture once on his desk and commented on how beautiful she was, a completely loving remark, no threat to it. He came over and shoved the picture in a drawer. You haven't seen any pictures of her since.

Alex looks over at you, eyes red. The cruelty this has all brought to every party rips you up inside. Your husband, while vicious and brutish, has always looked after you and it eats you alive how ungrateful you've been for that. Alex's girlfriend, who excitedly came over and taught him how to cook, unknowingly did that for you, making every dish taste of shame now. And your poor Alex, who isn't even your Alex, who would have never even got a girlfriend if you just figured your shit out, sitting with his wet eyes and turbulent stare, storms breaking in them.

"Can't I just..." He's trying to find the words. He licks his lips like he'll be able to taste them there. "Can I just look at you tonight?"

You want to sit up. You want to touch him. But it would feel like you're torturing him if your hand grazes his cheek. As if you are bringing the ice inside and making him feel it, covering him in it. "You're looking at me now and you're crying."

He turns away, running his hands roughly through his hair. "I can't—this can't—it can't be the—it shouldn't be it." You sit up, unable to hold back, touching your hand to his bare shoulder. He turns back with a dysphoric look. "I'm not ending this and I'm certainly not ending it with you sobbing into my pillow. I deserve better than that. You," his finger taps hard on your exposed chest, "deserve better than that."

His touch, even the tip of his finger, brings you warmth you don't deserve. You bundle up the sheets pulling it over you, covering your breasts, covering your back, covering your shoulders. "We're lucky enough they haven't found out yet." Delusion, it's an easy solution.

His brows furrow hard. "Lucky?" He spits out like it's a toxin. "You've got a twisted mind." He stands up like he can't stand your touch. He walks away, standing at the foot of the bed, still naked but in the most hurtful way.

"What we're doing is twisted!" You argue back. "You can call it making love all you want, Alex, it's cheating! It's an affair and it's an ugly one."

He's pacing around the room like wearing a hole into the floor will wear one into his brain and give him a solution. "Maybe that's what you're doing but it's not what I'm doing."

"It's an affair whether you're married or not. We're cruel people and we shouldn't be doing this to them."

"What's done is done," he insists. "We can't change what we did."

You cross your eyebrows. "So, what's the point of stopping now? Alex," you shake your head in disbelief, "we can't go on like this forever."

"I know. I know." He ruffles his hair even more, a perfect mess.

"What did you plan on?"

He snaps his head over, finally looking at you in the eye. "I planned on more time. If I knew that I would have planned something..."

Your face softens. "What? A going away party?"

Alex lets out a wet chuckle, looking down at his feet, hands on his hips. "Don't make me laugh. Not now."

You frown. You're stuck. You want it back. Back before you got into your own mind. You want to go back to when you were drunk at a wedding reception and the cute guy next to you made you laugh and your husband was nowhere to be seen, not in your presence and not in your thoughts. "It was never going to be nice. Maybe it's best we just rip off the Band-Aid and leave this for what it was."

He shakes his head, biting his lip. You can tell he's trying not to cry. "Uh-uh, I'm not doing it. You can't make me."

"Alex—"

"I'm not letting you leave and never seeing you again."

"We'll see each other again."

"What? Across the room from each other at some baby shower. We're never going to talk again. You leave and we'll never talk, we'll never laugh, we'll never see each other again."

"We'll talk," you insist.

He scowls. "What? Like we're going to go on some double date. You're ridiculous."

"This is all ridiculous. These trysts, these hideouts. It's not a relationship, Alex—"

"Well, it's better than whatever else I'm going to get and you know that."

"She loves you."

"What? Like he loves you. Give me a fucking break. Don't lie to yourself to make it seem like you're doing a good thing. We already did the bad thing. Going back to him, not telling him, you're just making it worse."

You don't speak. You don't feel like you can. You hug your knees to your chest and duck down your head. You can't bear to look at him.

You feel him sit at the foot of the bed. His hands touch your feet over the covers. His thumb traces your ankle joint. He squeezes it repeatedly and then lets go. "Just give me a night, okay?" He whispers. You lift your head slightly, his brown eyes looking straight up into you. He begs for your touch. He's the only one who has ever been able to handle it.

You lean forward, placing your hand on his chest. His hand lands on top of it, so fearful you'll remove it. But you flip your hand over and squeeze his warm one, intertwining your fingers. "Course." You brush back his hair and lean down with a kiss, one you hope stays permanently.

You touch him for real now, moving down his chest. Your noses brush, but you don’t kiss. Instead, you bow your head to take him into her mouth. He reaches up, grabbing a fistful of your hair in his grasp, rasping, "Fuck."

You suck him off for a little while, playing, teasing, tongue against his tip and moving it carefully, deliberately, trying to give everything you can while you still have the chance. He pulls your head off of him. You look up at him so clearly and he looks down at you, vision blurry.

You sit up and straddle him, sinking down onto him with a little whimper that has him almost losing it right off the fucking bat, gripping your waist and closing his eyes, heart pounding. When you roll your hips forward it’s too soon, he’s too close to the edge, and he moans when you keep rocking, can’t help it, feels his pulse everywhere and even inside her.

You reach back and grip the headboard for leverage to ride him, and he digs his nails into your hips, feeling the heat of it, listening to the way your breath catches, the way you sound together. You keep lifting up and moving back down, taking him into you all over again and crying out when he finally finds the right angle, that spot that drives you crazy. "Yes," you moan, rolling your hips again, chasing it, your pace quickening.

Alex, with more of a handle on himself, reaches up to grab your head and pulls you down to him. Kisses your neck raw while you set a slick rhythm. He puts his other hand between your legs to tease you, making you gasp and moan. When you come, you're stunned by it, like you've never had it so good before, except every other time you've done this.

He’s not done though, and he pushes you down so he can set the pace this time. You're all sensitive, singed nerves, and his every movement has your head tilting back. Your knees at his ribs, him braced over you and gripping your thigh, your eyes on his and your lip between your teeth. Alex winds you up again, fucking you deep and hard but there's a tenderness that has never been there before and you know you'll never feel again. You can feel that hole inside your heart opening up and you know you'll feel it every day from now. It burns like he took a cigarette to it and burned it out right on the flesh.

Your spine arches and you cry out, feeling the friction, and he keeps going until you're gripping the sheets and moaning his name. He comes, all erratic movements that match yours, everything hot and electric and alive. The lights are still burning for the last show.

Your heart is pounding. He can feel that. It takes you both a second to catch your breath. When Alex manages to lift his head it’s an exhaustive motion. He uses both hands to push your hair from your eyes and cradles you while he kisses you, soft, on her nose and chin and lips. Each one stings you. It all hurts so much.

But, like what usually happens after the second time you do it, he falls onto his back and wraps his arms around you. He smiles down, satiated, and you return it up at him. You hum as his mouth moves to the place between your brows. "I'm tired," you tell him.

He nods. "Let's go to bed." He shuts off the light for the last time.

In the morning, right after the sun rises, you wake up. He's not in bed, you can hear him rattling away in the bathroom. You slide your arms under your pillow, waiting for him, watching the bathroom door.

The door clicks open and he walks away, unaware of your gaze. He's slipped his pajama pants back on to combat the cold. His eyes are swollen from sleep and emotion. His hair is roughed up, puffs of fluff that you want to fall asleep with your hands in. This often happens in the morning. The regret of ending things but you're committed to making this goodbye even if you've said it before. But last night was raw and you feel like there's no chance of going back on that. You've severed it and you can't attempt to reattach it.

"Quit watching me, alright," he says. He crawls back under the covers with you, his arms moving tight around your bare back.

"I can't help it," you say.

He smiles down at you, so close you can barely see the smile that spreads across his face. "Okay," he whispers. You're adjusting to the idea that if you ever do see him again, you're in for a lifetime of staring.

And then it's the last time. It's gentle and calms that overwhelming dread. You hold on tight to him as he crawls over you. His kiss isn't rough, it's a soft touch. His hands are warm and tender and you wish to hold them tight in your hands but you let them scale your body instead.

You reach down and yank his pants down, he kicks them off the rest of the way. You play with him, feeling him get hard in your hand. His kiss travels down to your neck. His hands reach your stomach, one reaches down to your center. His fingers slip through your folds and your grip on him tightens making him groan.

"I want you inside me," you tell him. "Okay?"

He nods, kissing your neck. He enters you slowly then all at once. It's tender, so tender it eats right through you, he chews away at you, taking bits for himself and you happily let him. He delicately moves, not wanting to rush it. He takes it step by step like he's having sex for the first time.

He is delicate in every sense. His touch and his demeanor. You want to reach up and touch his face but you worry he'll shatter then you'll shatter. It leaves you chanting in your head. This is the last time. This is the last time.

You try to ignore it but you can't. It keeps pounding. He thrusts quicker into you, holding every inch of you and you feel like grains of sand escaping from his grasp. "Fuck," he mutters quietly. You're not sure if it's the sound of release or despair.

You itch away at him as that bundle inside you bursts and you crash around him. It's too much. This is all too much and he's slipping. You can feel it. You hold his hands down on you, needing him to keep his heat there. He bucks into you once more before collapsing, deep in you.

He hides his face away and you can't let him do that. You need to look at him for as long as you can. You take his head in your hands and hold onto him. "I love you," he says. "I just need you to know that."

Your whole body feels choked up. You nod slowly and his hand rubs on your cheek. "I love you too," you whisper. If you speak any louder, you think your voice will ring in this room forever. You sit up slowly. "I should probably go. It's getting late."

He follows you. "Okay."

You turn around as you pull your underwear on. "Let me walk myself out. Okay?" The tears in your voice are evident. There's no ignoring it. "Please."

He nods, staying under the covers, in that heated glow. You slip the rest of your clothes on and lean down, not able to make eye contact with him and kiss him. "Sorry," you utter. There’s nothing left to say and you feel like you’ve said nothing.

Alex squeezes your hand but you can't look at him. You have to stare at the door. "Don't be. Get home safe."

He lets go of you and you're gone back into the snow, in that deep cold. There's no escaping it.

She comes back at noon and it's different for Alex. Everything has been different in the hours since you've left and he wonders when he’ll feel normal again. If he'll ever be able to act properly again. He wonders if she's picked up on his different behavior just like he's wondered if she's ever noticed before.

If she's noticed her mug tucked on the top shelf behind all of the ones they share. The store-bought cookies went uneaten. How there are two dishes and two wine glasses from last night's dinner sitting on the drying rack. Does she smell you in their bedroom? He changed the sheets but he's now sleeping on the pillow with your scent.

When they go to bed that night, he doesn't want to have sex, but she doesn't question it. She used to question it, but now she doesn't. He thinks she knows.

a/n: i quite like this. other than, you know, the whole affair thing.

#alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner #alex turner smut #junedenim

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azrielandhisshadows · 2 months ago

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taste

pairing: former azriel x reader, azriel x elain

word count: 1.5K

summary: azriel left the reader for the elain and she is having trouble getting over him. she wants him to remember all their moments when he is with elain.

warnings: sexual tension, vengeful reader, and azriel not knowing what he wants

a/n: this is loosely based off 'taste' by sabrina carpenter and i've needed a fic written for it. the reader is in her revenge era! this is my first fic in a very long time so let me know what you think!

Oh I leave quite an impression, 5 feet to be exact. You’re wondering why half his clothes went missing. My body’s where they’re at

It’s been 3 weeks since Azriel ended your relationship to crawl back to Elain. 3 weeks that have left you confined to your bed unable to sleep, unable to do many things except cry about what could’ve been. The shadow of your former self haunted you - the person you were with Azriel. You were a bright star to his darkest night. You were at your happiest with him. He destroyed the happiness for a female who was mated to another male.

You reached into your drawer for the pieces of Azriel that you had hid away before the end of your relationship. Sliding on the oversized shirt, you were reminded of how you used to be the center of his world. The faint aroma brought a flood of memories—missed training sessions, family dinners—spent in the intimacy of his arms. Azriel’s instincts always seemed to overwhelm him whenever you wore his clothing, his desire evident.

You smirked at your reflection, a resolve hardening in your eyes. Tonight, you intended to make sure Azriel never forgot those stolen moments.

As you entered the dining room, a sudden hush fell over the table. Azriel’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment as he took in your appearance. Elain’s gaze darted between you and Azriel, her confusion clear as she did not understand the significance of this moment. The room was charged with unspoken tension as eyes followed you, and you took your seat between Nesta and Amren, the weight of your gesture hanging in the air.

“y/n, the Shadowsinger looks as if he’s seen a ghost,” Amren remarked as she leaned over to you. Taking a sip of your wine, you smirk before saying back “That was the plan. To remind him of the ghost of our relationship and remind him of our best moments.” Amren leaned away, a small satisfied smile present on her lips.

Nesta looked at you disapprovingly before muttering, “I know that Azriel and Elain hurt you, but this is not the way to get over it. You are better than this, y/n.”

You looked over Nesta’s shoulder, relishing in the tension of Azriel’s jaw as he tried to regain his composure. His shadows swirled around him, revealing his inner turmoil. Azriel’s gaze met your own, his eyes dark with longing and regret. The memories you shared in this shirt seemed to haunt him.

“Nes, I don’t care. I need him to remember. For my sake and his own.”

Now I’m gone, but you’re still laying, next to me one degree of separation

The bedroom door shut behind Elain as she stepped inside. A chill coming into the room from the open balcony. The fresh air acting as a cleansing breath from the events that occurred at dinner. Azriel was already on the balcony, the moonlight highlighting his sharp features. His posture was tense as he rested against the rail of the balcony. He sighed, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Az, are you alright?”

His attention shifted to Elain as she stood expectantly as the door. “I’m fine,” Azriel paused, debating how much he wanted to share, “I can’t help but think about the past.”

Elain’s breath hitched as Azriel moved to the bed, his head slumped with sadness that made Elain’s heart break. “I saw how you looked at her tonight. Does she still mean something to you?” Elain’s voice trembled as she asked the question her heart dreaded to know the answer to.

Azriel’s gaze moved to the floor, “No.” Azriel’s voice was barely a whisper and filled with regret and sorrow. “Y/N was important to me. She helped me through some tough times. Seeing her in my shirt… it brought back some of our good memories. But, I’m with you Elain. I love you.” Elain stood between his legs and took his face in her hands. Azriel couldn’t meet Elain’s gaze as she lifted his face up.

“I want us to be happy, Azriel, like we were before Y/N. For us to work, I need you to be honest with me.” Elain pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Azriel nodded and placed a kiss on Elain’s hand. Elain placed a gentle kiss to his lips and laid in their bed.

Elain stared at the ceiling, her mind uneasy with anxiety and sadness. She saw how Azriel looked at Y/N tonight. His gaze was filled with longing and she couldn’t forget his conflicted expression when asked about his feelings. Even his shadows were troubled by the events of the evening and Elain noticed stray shadows lingering around Y/N as everyone left the dining room.

Elain struggled to put thoughts of Azriel and Y/N’s relationship away. She couldn’t help but wonder how their relationship worked. Her mind drifted off to her version of their most intimate moments. She could picture Azriel whispering admirations in Y/N’s ear before he kissed down her neck and learned her best kept secrets. Elain could picture everything Azriel did to her and everything he said to her, but Y/N being on the receiving end of Azriel’s love and affection.

With a sigh, Elain turned to face Azriel who was asleep and her heart ached at the thought of Azriel sleeping next to Y/N. The thoughts of his former relationship clung to her thoughts, leaving her restless and uncertain.

I heard you’re back together and if that’s true, you’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissing you. If you want forever and I bet you do, just know you’ll taste me too.

The days following the dinner had been filled with tension through the Inner Circle. Azriel giving you the cold shoulder and shooting you withering looks from across the room only fueled your resolve and your need for revenge. Tonight, you were going to make your last impression unforgettable.

The cool and crisp air hit your face as you stepped onto the roof of the House of Wind, knowing Azriel came here to work out his frustrations. The sounds of fists hitting punching bags confirmed your suspicions. You hid in the shadows, watching the sweat drip down Azriel’s toned figure. Your heart fluttered at the sight of your former lover.

“Azriel,” you whispered, stepping out of the shadows, clad in another of his old shirts you kept at the end of your relationship. Azriel’s attention snapped to you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” Azriel huffed, his surprise evident at your presence in the training ring. “I thought you could use some company. Remember all our late nights on this roof? Sometimes training, sometimes talking about our future, and other times, you having to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t expose our rendezvous to the rest of our friends,” you said as you brushed his hair out of his face.

Azriel stiffened, his desire overwhelming his scent. “You should go. This isn’t a good idea.” Azriel said, his tone lacking the conviction of his words. You reached out to him, your fingers brushing his cheek and his walls dissolving at your gentle touch. “Az, I’m not here to make things more difficult. I only want you to remember… us. I need to remember how much we meant to each other.

The air was thick with desire and longing as Azriel closed the gap between you. Your lips melding with his, the intensity matched the kisses you once shared. Your breath caught in your throat as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go. The kiss deepened, both of you pouring the years of passion into this single moment.

Azriel’s eyes were dark with sorrow as he pulled away, “Why are you doing this?” You lifted your hand to his cheek once again and stroked gently, looking into his hazel eyes. You breathed softly, still recovering from this moment you had longed for, “because, I need you to remember me when you kiss her. I can’t bear the thought of you forgetting what we had.”

“I could never forget you, Y/N.”

You gave him a small, vindictive smile before turning away. “Maybe that’s your problem,” you said over your shoulder. “You’re always clinging to the past. You were so focused on Elain while we were together, and now you’re haunted by me when you’re with her.”

You walked away, leaving him on the rooftop with his regrets and unresolved feelings. The cool night air felt like freedom, and you felt a sense of vindication. You had made your point and left your mark. Now, it was time to move on and forge a new path for yourself.

#acotar #acotar imagine #azriel #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel angst #azriel and elain #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel drabble

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year ago

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Ok so now that I've spent some time thinking about the whole "Chuuya was never a vampire" twist, I... still don't like it. For many reasons.

Here's my explanation; if you want to read it, please do. I strive to be fair. I want to wait for the manga release before making a verdict on whether it's bad writing or not, and I also want to see the start of next arc to see where they're going with all this.

If you don't want to read it, and you're having fun with the twist (it is funny. I will admit that much), then skip this and keep having fun! I don't want to ruin anyone's enjoyment.

First of all. It makes no sense. There are things that just do not add up. There was never an indication this was a possibility.

Bro. Did you put on costume makeup for the texture under your eyes? Did it wash off after nearly getting drowned and you had to frantically reapply it behind Fyodor's back and that's why we couldn't see your face for several chapters. Did you take it off again for your dramatic reveal here at the end? I demand smeared undereye makeup Chuuya in the manga when it releases hbfsdjhbfv

Ok this was more a joke. But here's what really irks me.

From what I can recall, this is. True. He needs to have made contact to manipulate gravity. It's also re-established in this very arc.

Great. So how the fuck did he slow the elevator? He was with Fyodor in a separate room! This makes no sense. Did he leave to stop the elevator and Fyodor was like "oh chill. ok come back soon"??? What?!

Here's another thing I want to address:

@ticklinglady I had this same question. However, on thinking on it again, I do have an answer that makes sense - they had to buy time for Sigma to use his ability on Fyodor, to gain knowledge on him about what he knows, and what his ability is. <-I feel confident in saying this is going to be important later. Sigma will still have a role to play and we will find out more about Fyodor!

Alright. Moving on to the themes, and why this also doesn't work (at least for me).

The theme in this arc is very much to do with the contrast between trust vs control. This is Fyodor's failing when it came to Dazai, and it is established very early on as the major contrast between them, in the Sky Casino arc. The vampires, though it seemed silly and random, fit nicely into that theming. And the conclusion, where Dazai showed extreme faith in Sigma and the Agency members (and what an interesting contrast that is; to have someone show faith in ordinary humans when his foil is a man who has faith in god but not humanity), that fits into that theming also. Ok, so this was an extension of that right? Showing faith in Chuuya, as always.

Yeah, no. I want to direct your attention back to this here.

This line is the one that had everyone going "oh man skk is going to fuck you up for that". I made an entire analysis back when this chapter first came out about the themes that we saw, and Fyodor's utter devaluing of the effectiveness of people beyond just their skills and abilities (it's here, if you're curious). This is why I suspected that, since Dazai and Fyodor are intellectually matched, it would have to be Sigma and Chuuya to catch Fyodor off guard - because he only values what people can do, not who they are.

Well, we got a little with Sigma, before Fyodor took control of the situation again. (Rip buddy.) Sigma's tenacity and unwillingness to fall for Fyodor's manipulating him away from helping the Agency was based off his personal choice and free will. He managed to shoot him! Fyodor was reduced to a cheap trick to get close enough to stab him! There was a certain level of payoff.

But Chuuya? I want you to think for a second. What did he actually do? Not a single part of this was Chuuya's idea. It was Mori's - he was at the very least sent undercover under orders, if not sent to Meursault under orders. He didn't even glue his own fangs in apparently. Now let's go over what he did. Why was it so necessary that it be Chuuya there? Well, obviously because gravity manipulation was needed to slow the elevator and the bullet. Oh... hm. So. His ability. Was what was needed, huh?

But it was necessary for it to be Chuuya because of the bond between him and Dazai, right? Oh. Wait. So, Chuuya's personality and goals don't matter - only his ability to read Dazai.

This twist makes it so Chuuya as a person doesn't actually throw a wrench into Fyodor's plans at all. All that matters is that he is Mori's executive and Dazai's partner. I guess he was "utilized" after all. I thought, with his characterization in Fifteen and Stormbringer, that we were moving away from this characterization of Chuuya only by his bond with Dazai. Do you want to scream.

You might be saying, okay, but at the very least it showed the depths of Double Black's bond! ...did it? Not really, at least not to me. The only impressive part of any of this was Mori's preparedness. This was barely an skk plan. It was a Mori plan. Double Black placing their lives in each other's hands is a Tuesday for them. This is nothing we didn't already know. And truthfully, it goes nowhere near the level of sheer trust we saw in Dead Apple. Mori sent Chuuya in sure, but it was only after everything settled down that he realized that Mori suspected Dazai would need help. Before that point, it seemed everyone thought Dazai was dead except Chuuya. Chuuya chose to jump out of that plane. Chuuya chose to risk his life. It showcased his personality, his free agency, and the level of trust they had far, far better. And it was emotionally satisfying! Dazai was extremely grateful that his trust paid off! Chuuya was somewhat conscious during Corruption, enough to weaken his own punch and shout Dazai's name! Dazai prevented Chuuya from having his ability be separated from him by the fog! They are an unbeatable team... but they were still left exhausted, and had to rely only on each other. How does what happened in this latest episode compare to that in a way that makes me believe they've actually outmaneuvered Fyodor?

Listen. I'll take twists that don't really have a great build up if they further the themes or character development, or it just makes for good drama. There's an interesting pay off, at least, so I say "okay, okay. Could've been done better, but I'll let it slide for the intrigue." But here? Nothing. It was boring. Are you bored.

Anime watchers were probably more fine with it. Maybe it was a little disappointing, but oh well. But manga readers have been having this plot dragged out for years. A lot of said fans (including myself) were excited to see Chuuya become main series relevant and receive present day development - and it seemed like we were going to get that with the recent publication of not one, but two Chuuya backstory novels, and the drama of this arc pitting Dazai and Chuuya against each other. Instead, this did absolutely nothing of interest for his character. Why was he even here?

Which brings me to the last point, which is the characterization.

Going back and re-reading this entire arc now, it becomes one big stage performance. Ok, fine, it's a little funny. But now there's hardly anything of value to these interactions. The only ones that actually matter are Fyodor and Sigma, and Fyodor and Nikolai. All that buildup to drama between Double Black, to another incredible display of trust, to something shifting and changing from the status quo... all that build up, and nothing has changed for Chuuya, or for Double Black. The show of trust wasn't even that dramatic really. Are you bored still.

This also weakens Fyodor's character to me. Fyodor witnessed their incredible show of trust in Dead Apple. I assumed he was prepared for skk-typical bullshittery, you know, being a genius on par if not greater than Dazai. You're telling me he was so overconfident he completely missed that Chuuya wasn't a vampire? Really? Fyodor really had nothing in place that would verify whether the vampires were actually under control? He wasn't constantly checking for a plan? It really was just red eyes and fangs, and he thought that was fine? That's it? Ok.

Truthfully, I was kind of :| about several of the preceding twists in the Meursault arc, particularly the dagger Fyodor pulled out when he started acting to Sigma, and the door railing being preemptively crushed by Chuuya before the drowning started. The dagger was actually ornate in the manga, which raised several questions - it couldn't have come from a guard. It made me think there was more to that interaction than just Fyodor pretends to have a split personality and that there was actually something to that knife. Well, it was made to be a regular knife in the anime, so I guess theorizing across those lines are dashed.

What bothered me the most though was the crumpling of the rail to stop the door from completely closing. There was no indication of this in the manga. None. No one could've predicted that - because it's stupid. The water filled so fast it couldn't get out of the crack in the door, even though it was huge??? Dazai was in the control room - you're telling me that there was no security camera focused on the door??? You know, where you would position a security camera??? It was dumb to me, but I was willing to roll my eyes and move on because I was expecting a good payoff to all this, and well, it was funny.

But now, the whole arc is one extended joke skk were playing on Fyodor. And you're telling me that's how our major antagonist goes out? Our major antagonist of several arcs? Be for fucking real.

And depending on when Dazai figured it out, it may even cheapen earlier scenes. If he found out after the elevator slowed like people have been theorizing, I could accept that. That's fine. But I need people to recall: in the actual episode he states "it was all an act".

Is Dazai probably lying to save face? Sure. But as of this moment we actually have no evidence it wasn't an act from the beginning. Remember that Ango was communicating the whole time with Dazai. Remember that Mori was involved and helped Tanizaki and Kenji get to safety. It's entirely possible it was all premeditated.

One last suggestion: the plan name was "Good-bye" as suggested earlier. This means that even if Dazai didn't know from the beginning, he knew by the time of his speech to Chuuya as he was drowning.

This means that his whole scheme with Sigma was not an extremely dangerous, life-risking play on his part at all (@daz4i has gone to explain why this sacrificialism isn't good for a suicidal character, which I recommend reading, but nonetheless it was still notable characterization for Dazai). And what about this?

Even his own flashbacks and memories were, what? A lie? A performance? For whom? Not for Fyodor, that's for sure.

For us. The readers. For the people who are invested in these two and their dynamic. For the people who wanted development between them, because there are actually issues there that have not been resolved. People wanted Dazai to show real concern. Chuuya is still bitter, even if Dazai thinks everything is fine and the same since he left. There was a tease that we're going to get how Chuuya felt when Dazai left the Mafia at some point in the future. People were making angsty art and writing and getting really excited because all the prior interactions had appeared to be set up for the payoff of this drama.

We get an introduction in the dungeon. We reveal their partnership and fearsome reputation during the Lovecraft fight. They perform flawlessly in Dead Apple. Throughout all this, they need no communication. They read each other and respond in tandem, always... but there's still an underlying tension in the way they do not talk to each other. I, and many others, had thought the prison escape arc was the breaking point for some development, since their prior appearances were all meant to establish them as a team, and this arc dealt heavily with the breaking of established things.

But no. Deus ex skk is perfect. They have no issues or flaws. Do you want to scream again.

Anyways. I recognize I'm probably just very disappointed right now and by tomorrow, I probably won't care anymore and will just roll with it. I think I was extra disappointed because while I tempered my expectations for, say, Yosano and Kyouka's involvement (sigh...), I fully expected skk would be handled well, being the fandom faves and where the money is at, so I guess I took the disappointment that much harder.

However, I'm eager to see how the manga tackles the ending, and if we will get any extra cues or better pacing there that may make me not quite so bitter. If it's any consolation, I do think we'll be getting Chuuya focus at some point in a future arc, and while I do think Fyodor is dead, I doubt he will have stopped haunting the narrative. He'll be back in some capacity. I'm pretty certain he's still the mastermind.

And I'm curious about the next arc and what's happening there. Maybe some things will be revealed later that will help smooth out the flaws here.

#storyrambles #listen by tomorrow i'll probably be totally chill and whatever about it #i just needed to get this out #bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers #bsd negativity

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bree-cheesy · 2 years ago

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Forbidden Pleasure

Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.

SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!

Credit to @nowadayz for the gif

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.

Word Count: 2093

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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.

Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.

You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.

“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.

“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”

You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”

Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.

“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?

“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.

“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.

He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.

“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.

“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.

His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.

Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.

His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.

“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.

--2 hours later--

The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.

Joey: You better open your front door.

Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.

He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.

“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.

He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.

It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #friends to lovers #smut #my work

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grapejuicestyless · 10 months ago

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The Tide Always Goes Out

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

ANGST

Summery: You were sick. You had always been sick. But you looked so healthy, so it couldn’t be true. Conrad could live in denial of his best friend’s inevitable death but there was nothing he could do to stop it and he has to accept it.(Inspired by the book Little Women specifically the scene in the 2019 film between Beth and Jo.) Mentions of illness and death.

We sat on the beach squished on a small blanket. wrinkles from our shifting and creases beneath us from where we sit. We talk about everything and anything all morning. Not minding the grey overcast of the clouds covering the usually very blue sky. Or how the waves are more violent than they usually are. I know this because I remember it vividly. It wasn’t that long ago I was really there. Making sure it would last forever. Only now I wish I hadn’t because it haunts me more than it comforts me. And the entire way it played out still makes my heart ache with regret.

Somehow I end up with her lying over me. She lays her head in my lap, the thin blanket woven together with faint reds and oranges creating a little hammock for her to rest on. I can feel the way her heartbeats erratically over my thigh. The way her lip’s curl into a soft smile. The ocean reflected in her eyes. If it weren’t for the heavy eye bags and the slight tremble in her bones, she’d be normal. A normal girl with no issues. You wouldn’t even know how deeply her suffering ran. Sometimes, on the better days, I let myself become fooled as well. Playing dumb hurts less than facing the truth.

“Con.” Her eyes flick up to mine, and I can’t help the way my own avert her gaze. I am too afraid to face her. Even now. The girl who I worship day and night. I never did pray before her, but now I pray that when I wake up, she’ll still be beside me. And we can enjoy the company the other has to offer just one last time. I can’t look down and see how much she’s changed. It scares me, because the traces of the illness torturing her is evidence to how real it is. And I would rather live in oblivious bliss.

“I want you to know I’m not really scared anymore.” It’s not what I expected to come from her lips, but it’s what she lands on. Theres no room in her wording for me to deny what she’s trying to say. My eyes flick down to hers, and my hands moves the hair blowing in the wind messily across her face.

“Y/n, come on. Don’t say shit like that.” I smile, but I don’t really mean in. I don’t find her words funny, and I don’t like that my best friend is sick.

“No, Conrad. I’m serious.” She breathes out, hands pressing against my skin to lift herself up. I feel a chill run through my body without her warmth to ease the morning chill. More than that, I can feel the coolness in my heart when she separates from me, and I long for the next moment I’ll feel her gentle touch.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and I’m certain that I’ll be okay.” I continue to look at her, but only this time, she is the one looking at the sand, tracing her fingers in it as they stretch past her ankles to the floor.

“And I’m only so sure because I know you’ll be there.” Her eyes flicker up to the sky and I swear I see the sky brighten for just a moment. The blue underneath all the grey breaking free for a split second. “I’ve known you my whole life, and I’ve felt things for you that I have felt with no one else. I know you, and I trust that you’ll come find me in the next life.” Pulling at her lip, she waits for a response.

“But I want to keep you in this one.” My hand finds hers and all I can do is squeeze onto her desperately. Wanting nothing more but to keep her close. So I can watch her. Make sure shes okay. She’s lost all of her fight, her will to stay. And I know it’s because of the pain. I’ve heard her sobs just down the halls and the hushed whispers of my mother and her’s. But part of me wonders if it’s simply because I did not do enough. If I wasn’t enough reason for her to stay.

“It’s like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can’t be stopped.” And we both know it. Theres no stopping what will happen to her. Theres no wish or medicine or fight that could keep her here beside me. It makes me want to cry, but I don’t. It would be selfish of me to get so upset when I am still here. Well and alive. Promised many years to age and achieve things she never was given the chance to.

“I’ll stop it.” I don’t look down at her, but I can feel how she shifts. The way her frown only deepens and the bags in her eyes get heavier. She sighs heavily into the silence, shaking her head slowly. She refuses to cry though. Partly because I know she knows she’ll have plenty of time to cry in the darkness of her room, when the ache in her bones is too much and theres no way of stopping it. And the other part of me recognizes that it’s because there’s no reason to in her eyes.

Y/n knew it better than all of us. She had lived a good life. She could do things and want things some children could never even dream of. She had a warm home with a glowing fireplace that her family often gathered around. A loving sister and a great brother. Her mother and father were healthy and she had the best friends she could have ever asked for. Her only regret is that she had to make her own mother pick out the details for her headstone.

When I pull her into my body, I have no idea it will be for the last time. I have no clue that her sobs won’t part from her lips. Because when she closes her eyes, she doesn’t drift into her usual place of rest. Her eyes don’t flutter open at the soft creak of the stairs when Jeremiah decides he wants a late night snack. Nor does she stir when Steven laughs, following behind him not as skillfully.

Not even when her mother screams early in the morning, hands clinging to her limp wrists, cold and lifeless. The tears from my mother mixing with her younger sisters don’t even make her flinch. And it’s chilling because it almost looks like she was smiling. The lift of her lips is barely there, but it makes me feel better knowing she went in peace.

I remember that day more clearly than ever. How the grey sky haunts me and the way she spoke so surely about her death still sends chills through my veins. I could have only wished to have looked at her a little closer that day. So that even in her darkest moments, I could be as certain as she was that the image of her would never fade, and I would always be able to memorize each wrinkle in her skin.

So I tell myself that when it’s my time, I’ll do what she said I would. I’ll find her in the next life. And I’ll look a little harder at her, and I’ll admire her for longer.

#tsitp conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher #little women #conrad fisher x you #conrad x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad #team conrad

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baxndaid · 1 year ago

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ive been wanted to ask for a while but i was so scared 😭😭

do you mind doing redson x reader (friends to lovers type deal) and both of them r absolutely smitten but doesn’t want to tell the other (the mk gang sees right through them)

sorry if this is too specific lmao 💀

red son x reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! this is so cute PLEADSE hey guys shock of the century but i have never actually watched lmk 😔🙏 just going off clips i find on yt

• he’s not even that awkward at first tbh

• he’s just stiff

• you’re definitely a bit more chill about it, on the outside of course, but in the inside? chaos

• whenever your shoulder’s accidentally brush together due to MK’s bone crushing hugs you can’t help but ignore the pain and focus on the fire user next to you

• he isn’t much better by the way

• he’s so much worse what am i saying i’m LYING to you all

• he’s so blatantly looking between you and the spot your shoulders are touching so frantically, his lips pursed and a noticeable red hue on his face

• when MK is done with his murder attempt, red son will push him away and hastily fix his clothes and hair, avoiding eye contact with you

• let’s be real your doing the same

• at first he would be polite (as polite as he could be) when you first met

• but as time passed you saw more of him and he saw more of you

• you would exchange stories and laugh together which was something that made the gang’s jaws DROP

• like?? get together already???

• Mei always liked to tease both of you, trying so hard to make it obvious that you both feel the same way about each other

• doesn’t work you’re both stupid

• most of you and Mei’s texts go kinda like,

mei: “hey y/nn you planning on marrying yknow who today?? ❤️”

y/n: “loll Mei your so funny lol like i would ever like him lol he’s so stuck up and mean sometimes like LOL like so what if he’s really really cute and actually pays attention to me and makes me feel special like it so doesn’t matter or anything lol mei your so silly lol !! you need to be put down!! lol!!”

mei: “therapy y/n”

y/n: “lol… 😔”

• anyway! Mei (and the rest but let’s be real mostly Mei and MK) are eating this shit UP

• they like to do this thing where they tell you both (separately) that something urgent is happening and they needed you there asap

• and when i mean “there” i mean a weirdly nice park with a strange already set up picnic with MK (with a poor disguise that consists of a paper mustache and a black shirt) playing the violin horrifically and Mei clearly in the tree near by, listening in with a excited grin plastered on her face

• you and red son looked at each other, you gave him a bashful smile, fiddling with your hands that you could feel already sweating

• he gave you a small smile back and sat down, patting the empty space right next to him for you to sit down

• you leaned your head on his shoulder as he leaned his on your head, he was stiff, but he relaxed as you both started to converse

• despite the eerie feeling of being watched and the screech of MK’s violin, it was a peaceful, or dare i say it, romantic, day for the both of you

lego monkie kid masterlist

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maerinhearts · 2 years ago

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King Pt. II

Part I.

Here it finally is. The long awaited part 2!

Warnings: slight choking, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, fem!bodied reader.

Word count: 3.7K+

Smut is below the cut, as always.

Minors, do not interact with my shit.

A/N: I'm looking forward to all of your reactions for this...

You’re shaking hands with the other team after the much-anticipated championship game. Emotions are high after a hard-earned win. Tsukishima somehow ended up next to you, his back rigid. You pay him no mind, shaking the next players hand with a smile on your face. You and Tsukishima hadn’t spoken a word to each other since the night before. That was fine with you. You’d rather forget the whole thing ever happened. It would mess up the whole team dynamic if things escalated.

You’re shaking the last players hand from the other side of the net when you make eye contact with him. You feel a chill rush down your spine under his gaze, something just feeling off about him when he leans closer to you, free hand coming up to grab the net. He tightens his grip around your own hand, bones nearly rubbing together as he yanks your body closer to him.

“How about you show me what you look like on your knees later?” he asks, tone slimy. You flinch, trying to pull your hand away from him.

A hand shoots out from beside you, grabbing the player up by the front of his shirt and yanking him away from you. He drops your hand in surprise. You cradle the hand to your chest, now throbbing, and glance up to see Tsukishima nearly nose to nose with the player, the only thing separating them is the net.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he nearly shouts at the guy.

The gym goes silent before chaos breaks loose. The other team comes up to defend their teammate, your own team coming up to defend Tsukishima.

“What is going on?” Yuuji, the team captain, asks loudly around the commotion.

Tsukki tightens his grip on the guy’s jersey. “This mother fucker just asked Y/N to get on her knees for him.” Those words alone cause your own team to go up in flames as Tsukki then pulls the guy to the other side of the net, fist pulling back to land a punch.

Without thinking, you jump in between the two. If a fight were to break out, your team would be the ones in trouble. To the crowd and referees, it looked like Tsukki was the one who started it.

You look up at him to see a look of displeasure cross his face.

“Stop, please,” you beg. “We’re never going to see them again. It’s fine. Let’s just get our stuff and go.”

He stays still for a long moment before letting go of the guy’s jersey and shoving him away. He walks away from you and leaves the gym completely. You then spend the next ten minutes calming the rest of the team down, faking a smile and reassuring every last one of them that you really are okay. You finally exit the gym with them, heading back to the bus to go home, trailing behind the group.

“Man, I can’t believe Tsukki jumped in like that for Y/N,” you hear one of the team members say from in front of you.

“It was wild,” another team member says. “I’ve never seen him get so fired up over something before.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at their conversation and train your eyes down on the ground. Did he do it for you because you’re his team manager? Or did he do it for you cause he likes you? Or maybe he just felt obligated to defend you because you guys slept together last night… Whatever the reason, it caught you off guard, too. You’re sure that had you not stepped in between them, Tsukki would have for sure broken that guys nose. The look of pure rage on his face said it all. Had you touched him, you probably would have felt him shaking.

As your team boards the bus, they comment how Tsukki was already there and settled in. When you look up to find him, you see him all the way in the back, tracksuit zipped all the way up with his chin dipped inside the collar, headphones already on.

Your stomach does somersaults at just the mere sight of him and you angrily throw yourself into the first seat on the bus. How dare your body react that way to him? This was precisely the reason why you hadn’t looked at him once all day. You were trying to be strong. If he even said a word to you, you would have been putty in his hands right now.

The bus ride back to campus feels short. The team was rowdy behind you, high off their win and passing around the trophy. Listening to them was quite entertaining. You found yourself stifling some giggles at their antics.

“Hey, Y/N,” one of them shouts out to you.

You turn in your seat to address them.

“We’re having a party at Yuuji’s to celebrate, you in?”

“Oh, thanks for the invite!” you beam. “But I’m actually really tired and have some homework. I’m just going to go home.”

They all boo you before turning their attention to the back of the bus. To the usual party pooper. They were all nudging each other, daring each other to be the one to ask Tsukki to the party. It was laughable almost. Until they talk Jiro into it and Tsukishima accepts the invitation. The bus goes silent before erupting into cheers. Tsukki had never been to one of their parties before. Although, he was only accepting because he really needed a drink. He was still angry about that guy’s comment to you. His own reaction surprised him. His body moved before his brain could even register what was happening.

He kept stealing glances at you from the back of the bus when you weren’t paying attention. If anyone noticed, they knew better than to say anything. He was suffering. He was respecting your wish to not talk about what happened the night before, but it was killing him on the inside. So, he was going to go to this party and drink until he forgets.

Before you know it, you’re back in your apartment and flopping yourself onto your bed after a bath. You spent the better part of your evening home catching up on some homework before rewarding yourself with a relaxing bath. The party had started a little over two hours ago. Yuuji gave the team enough time to get a shower and change before starting the festivities. You’re sure things are in full swing by now, everyone drunk and having a good time.

Your heart clenches in regret, suddenly feeling like you should have accepted their invitation. They were your best friends, after all. They were the ones you spent the most time with.

You heave a sigh and get up to start shutting lights off for the night. Just as you turn your kitchen light off and head to the living room to do the same, a knock sounds on your door. You take a look at the time displayed on your stove to see that it is currently one in the morning… and you weren’t expecting anyone.

You pull open your front door with a frown that quickly turns to surprise as butterflies erupt across your chest. There he was, just out of your reach, drunk.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice icy.

“We need to talk about last night,” he says, a slight slur to his words.

Without a word, you move to close the door in his face. No way. No way were you talking to him right now. He is clearly drunk. His hand catches the door, keeping it open.

“Seriously, Tsukki?” you murmur, annoyance evident in your voice. “We aren’t doing this. Go home.” You try to shut the door again, but he doesn’t let you.

“No,” he answers, “we’re gonna talk now.”

“Why?” you ask. “You’re clearly drunk and not thinking straight, just come back in the morning.”

His lips pull up into the sexiest smirk you’ve ever seen on him, confidence radiating off of him in waves. “Not thinking straight? On the contrary, sweetheart, I’ve never had a thought more straight since we had sex.”

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “That’s- That’s not even what I meant! Go home!”

You push on your door harder, but to no avail. Tsukki pushes into your apartment, grabbing the door out of your hands and shutting it himself. He turns back to you, hands reaching out and grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against him. He goes in for a kiss but you turn your head away, causing his lips to press into your cheekbone. You half-heartedly push him away.

“Seriously, Tsukki, we can talk tomorr-ah!” you gasp out as he bites down on your ear.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Kei?” he asks, annoyed.

He dips his head down. “I really doubt we are close…” He presses an open mouthed kiss just below your ear, tongue darting out to lap at your skin, causing a soft moan to pull from your throat. “Enough to let me call you…” You’re trying really hard to finish your sentence, another moan making its way out into the room. “By your first name.”

Tsukki groans into the skin of your neck. “Can you just shut up already?” he practically growls before he crashes his lips into yours.

You waste no time opening your mouth to him and letting his tongue explore. He tastes like beer and mints. Almost like he tried to cover up how much he had been drinking in your absence. You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly your body responds to his touch. Both of his hands move to grip your ass and pull you flush against his body. His tongue wraps around yours in the most delicious way, lighting you on fire. Your hands somehow find their way into his hair, pulling him even closer to you if that was possible. His mouth finds its way back to your throat and your head falls back, letting him explore your skin.

“This isn’t exactly talking, Kei,” you tell him, voice breathy as arousal pools into your panties. His hands have found their way underneath your shirt, fingertips pressing into the skin of your back to hold you to him. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin has you feeling light-headed, it almost feels too good to be true.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he drags his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, causing a shiver of desire to course through your body. Your mind practically empties itself as he continues dragging his tongue across your skin, all thoughts of talking suddenly gone when he pulls your mouth back to his. This kiss is somehow hotter than before, mouth pressing into you harder until he suddenly pulls away.

“Still wanna talk?” he asks you, voice playful as he smirks down at you.

You shake your head no before moving your hands back into his hair with full intentions of pulling him back down for a kiss. Instead, he squishes your cheeks together with one hand, holding you in place.

“Use your words,” he demands. “Tell me you don’t want to talk anymore. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

You gulp, unable to form words as you squirm beneath his heated gaze. He presses ever closer to you, lips barely touching yours as he speaks his next words into your open, waiting mouth. “Come on, Y/N. Tell me you want me to fuck you right now instead.”

His words alone are enough to make you cum, arousal dripping into your panties at an alarming rate. The sound of his voice mixed with the look in his eyes has you weak in the knees.

Without much of a second thought, the words come spilling out of your mouth. “Fuck me,” you tell him. “Fuck me instead.”

He smirks against your mouth, a short breathy laugh making its way between his own lips before he is hoisting you up. You let out a small shriek, locking your legs tightly around his waist, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as his hands rest comfortably on the underside of your thighs.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he mutters, carrying you back to your bedroom where he lays you down on your bed, hands immediately diving under your shirt to knead your breasts.

You arch into his touch, eyes falling closed as you savor his touch. You weren’t sure when you would feel it again after this, if at all. Would things go back to the way they were? Is that why he wanted to talk to you? To tell you to quit being the team manager so that he never had to see your face again?

Suddenly, his hands still and he moves to hover above you, pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. You’re surprised at how gentle his touch is for some reason.

“Where are you right now?” he asks, voice soft.

You almost tear up at how gentle he is being, how gentle he sounds.

In truth, Tsukishima noticed that you had stopped responding to his touches and it scared him. He had a hard time turning his sarcasm off when it came to you, but he came here in haste to let you know how he truly felt. But the moment you opened that door… he had to have his hands on you. He couldn’t control himself. He had to have you. He had to devour every inch of you. Leave marks on every inch of you so that everyone would know who you belonged to. He felt so possessive that it scared him. He wanted you. And he wanted to tell you.

“Why are you here right now?” you suddenly ask, eyes brimming with tears.

A confused look crosses Tsukki’s face before he fixes it. You almost wonder if you saw any emotion at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you doing this?”

Tsukki sits back on his knees and ponders your question for a moment, hands comfortably resting on your thighs below him.

“I thought that was obvious,” he muses as he makes eye contact with you. “I’m here to fuck you.”

You flinch at his words. Is that all you were to him? You’re ready to retaliate as the tears threaten to fall when he speaks again.

“And ask you to be mine and mine only.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and he scoffs.

“Come on, Y/N,” he mutters. “Why are you so surprised about that? You think I’d fuck you just once and not come back for more? No, no, no.” He leans down until your practically nose to nose, his hips hovering just above yours, hands coming up to gently cup your face. “I plan to fuck you every single night from here on out. And I plan to brag about it.”

You swallow thickly. “Brag about fucking me?” you ask, voice small.

He smirks. “That, and brag about snagging you right out from under every single one of my teammates noses.”

Your heart skips a beat. You knew this was Tsukki’s weird way of confessing his feelings for you. Tsukishima and feelings don’t even really belong in the same sentence. Just his usual sarcastic tone being gone was enough to send your anxiety skyrocketing to new highs.

You aren’t sure who kissed who first after that, or whether the two of you moved together. The next thing you know, he’s moving to take your clothes off and you’re moving to do the same. As he covers your naked body with his own, he presses his lips so gently against yours, you almost starting crying at the simple action. You could tell exactly how he felt in just one singular kiss. And the way he slowly pressed forward into your heat for the first time in over 24 hours.

He groans as he enters you, eyes falling shut. He moves to kiss you again as he fully sheaths himself inside you, your mouth gasping open as he buries himself to the hilt just as his lips touch yours.

“How are you still so tight?” he comments as he presses his forehead to yours.

You feel your face heat up, ready to tell him off, but then he begins grinding his hips into you, hitting a spot inside you so deliciously, it rips a moan from your throat. You bite down on your lower lip, determined to not let him hear you embarrass yourself as he rolls his hips.

Tsukki frowns when he pulls back to look at you. His thumb moves to release your lip from the grip your teeth had on it, fingers immediately shoving into your mouth. “Let me hear you, baby,” he says, lips pressing against your cheek.

“Actually,” he starts as he stills and pulls out. He takes his fingers from your mouth, gripping your hips and suddenly flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and enters you again in one stroke. “Let the whole neighborhood hear you,” he whispers into your ear as he leans his body over yours.

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, other hand finding your clit as he begins rocking his hips into you again. His mouth is leaving love bites all over the back of your neck and shoulders. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, unable to bury your face into the mattress beneath you. Drool is coating his fingers and dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care. He is fucking you so good, there is not a single thought in that brain of yours.

He sits back up, pulling you flush against his body as he hammers into you. Your head falls back to his shoulder, crying out as he repeatedly hits that spot inside you that has your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. The fingers in your mouth move to wrap around your neck, other hand not stopping the assault on your clit.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? How could I not come back for more? Your pussy keeps sucking me right back in, almost like it was made for me.”

You try to warn him of your approaching orgasm, but “Cum” is the only word that you are able to form before your orgasm tears through your body, harder than ever before. Tsukki groans out from behind you as your walls flutter around him, cursing as your body goes limp in his arms. He lays you gently back onto the mattress before he flips you back over to kiss you. You kiss lazily, body spent from the orgasm you just had, until Tsukki enters you again.

Tears prick the corners of your vision as he begins fucking you again, hands caressing your body, never staying in the same place for too long.

“So pretty,” he groans out. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all day.”

“Nooooo,” you whimper. Just the thought of going like this all day was enough to send you into a coma.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, planting his mouth back on yours. Your hands find themselves back in his hair, fingernails pressing into his scalp as he picks up his pace. He buries his face into your neck, unable to pull away from your grip.

Your moans become louder as the cord in your belly begins to tighten again. “That’s it, baby,” he says against your skin. “Cum for me again.” He hooks his right arm under your left knee, pulling it up and reaching a new depth inside you that has you seeing stars.

Before you can warn him, another orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck,” he curses from above you as he continues fucking you through it. “Look so pretty when you come.”

Tsukki is on the brink of his own orgasm and just as he begins to pull out, you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

“Cum inside me,” you gasp out, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

How could he say no? Seconds later, he empties his cum inside you, moaning into your mouth through it all. Your pussy clenches around him at the sound of his moans and he hisses at the feeling.

Instead of pulling out, he drops his body onto yours, burying his head into your neck and pressing gentle kisses into the skin.

It’s silent for a while and you’re about to drift off to sleep until Tsukishima opens his mouth.

“So when do I move in?” he jokes, pulling back to look at you.

You glare at him and pinch his bicep.

“Ow!” he exclaims, glaring right back. “That was unnecessary, Y/N. Apologize to me.”

“No,” you reply. “You’re not moving in with me, Tsukishima.”

“It’s Kei to you,” he grounds out.

“Okay, you’re not moving in with me, Kei,” you repeat.

He rolls his eyes. “And why the hell not?”

“We haven’t even been dating for an hour!” you tell him.

He looks at you with a confused face. “I don’t see a problem here.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Although,” he begins, smirk pulling at his lips. “You did just admit that we’re dating.” He covers your body with his own once again.

“What, did you think I was going to turn you down?” you ask him as his lips find their way to the skin on your neck once again, genuinely curious but finding it hard to stop the smirk that was pulling at your own lips. You then become very aware that he hasn’t pulled out of you yet when he suddenly begins hardening again inside you. You feel your eyebrow twitch. “We are not fucking again tonight.”

“Don’t tell me no,” he replies simply, a hand moving to hold your chin aside, giving him better access to the expanse of your neck.

“Kei, I swear to God…” You trail off as his lips begin suckling on your skin.

“Yes? That’s me,” he says, “Your God.”

You resist the urge to punch him square in the jaw as he continues his assault on your neck. In the end, you fail miserably at stopping him, and you continue like this until the sun peeks through your bedroom window.

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atsadi-shenanigans · 4 months ago

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What Shall We Become 7 - Trapped

The rogue fails a perception check.

On AO3.

She’s going to leave him. She’s realized her folly and it’s too difficult to drag him around, a dog on a leash, and she’s taking her chance to leave him behind. She’s just “scouting.” It’s “for their benefit.” All tactics he’s used before (or near enough).

Yet he cannot see. Can’t go scrambling after her into the icy water (gods, his front is completely drenched now). She might take more drastic measures to abandon him, and coward that he is, if he’s to be left to rot in the dark, he’d rather do it without the addition of a gaping neck wound (she does go for the neck, he’s noticed).

And in the very slim off-chance she’s telling the truth (ha), he’ll look even more pathetic scurrying after her like some mother’s skirts.

Or she’ll die over there. Be decapitated by some beast, torn to shreds, crushed or drowned or maimed by the godsdamned cave itself and he…he will be left here.

He thinks his eyes are open. It’s rather difficult to tell, as useless as the damned things are. But his hearing…he’s always had sharp hearing, though he’s never paid it much mind. Only for the first, few weeks after crawling out of his own grave, he thinks. He doesn’t remember those particulars, though, but he’s seen a handful of his brothers and sisters grimace and startle, so that must have once been him.

The sounds of his illustrious leader moving are clear. He can pinpoint her exact location. Can practically hear the shape of the hideously narrow tunnel surround her. The splash of water. Her low hiss and a grunt as she shuffles about on a knee that pains her now and then. The rapid beat of her heart—both from his previous blood taking, and from what is likely very sensible fear.

It…nearly helps that she has enough brains to be afraid. She’s not some reckless dolt nattering on about happiness and a buoyant attitude (he’s dead; he can’t float). They’re both lost and alone in a cave and she knows it.

(It’s why she’s going to leave him, being the sensible thing she is.)

The water sound echoes strangely. She makes a tiny sound (a fear sound). Takes a couple of breaths. Her next inhale comes out high and sharp—heart still pounding, so nothing bit off her arm. Then a thrash, a scuffle against stone, water splashing.

She sputters.

Should he even call out to her? Or save them both the embarrassment and let her sever him off, clean and professionally—

“Eleanor?” he says to the hells with clean.

Another sputter. He leans forward, one hand on the smooth ceiling.

She won’t answer. She’s found a way through, and she’s going to slip away and leave—

“Fuck.” Her reply sounds flat and hollow.

And something light and bubbly nearly makes it out of his own mouth—he manages to bite it back before it can escape. Because things could still go wrong. He’s still back here, separated, and she still has a chance—

“Shit and goddamn.”

She’s not going to leave him. He might smile. Barely. And anyway, he’s alone in a cave in the Underdark and it’s not as if there’s anyone to notice.

“That shit is tight,” she says. “It looks like it opens up, though. Gimme a second to make sure before you come slithering through.”

She actually is just…scouting. Trying to save him time and effort. It’s such a novel feeling. He’s not sure what to do with it.

And so he smashes it down and says, “No, no, leave me here in the freezing water, darling. You take your time.”

He can almost imagine the flat look she gives the stone between them. Another variety of blank, except her dark eyes will be dripping with scorn.

The water flows past him. And there’s another novelty. He’s on all fours (or threes, anyway) in moving water, and the only thing it does is numb his already chilled flesh. No burning, no skin peeling off or cracking into ash. Just the cold. And his soaked clothing, but he can’t exactly blame that on their illustrious leader.

He listens to the scraping and the occasional clatter of rocks. His leader’s little grunts and mutterings. She leans into the vulgarity almost as badly as a dock worker. Yet she seems to have been educated to her own people’s standards, and he’s heard her use complicated vocabulary.

The scraping gets quieter. The cold claws start to tap against the inside of his ribs again. Then, “It’s clear. I think I see a way into a big ass room down the way a little. But it’s a tight squeeze to get here. Think you can make it?”

He scoffs. There’s only one way to go. It’s not as if he’s going to get lost.

“Yes, mother,” he says.

He focuses on the water. That’s the novel part of this whole, wretched experience. He’s been near-blind before, trapped before, forced to grope around before (this time there’s no audience to pile on the humiliation). But the water…if he can think about that, how cold it is and how miserably his clothes cling to him, how it smells so strongly of stone and minerals…

Hand and knees, he shuffles on. Fingers trail along the ceiling, cool stone sculpted perfectly smooth.

It keeps dropping. Which is fine. He’s a two-hundred-year-old vampire, this won’t kill him. Then his shoulders brush the wall. The water is flowing over him, now. Not lapping against his belly, but halfway submerging him. Astarion does not need to breathe (he forgets to, at times), but his focus on that aspect suddenly turns on him.

It’s the way the stone closes in on him like a fist. Squeezing, pressing, waiting to crush him. It’s the cold, cold stream flowing around him, up and over him if he lowers his head too far. And it’s the godsdamned dark.

The floor dips beneath his hands. He stops. His dead, cold heart tries to climb right up his throat.

He has to submerge to continue. His hands flap about, trace the passageway. Just large enough for him to…she’d said “slither.” And it wasn’t a metaphor, it turns out.

He cannot show his panic. He cannot let the others know.

He clears his throat. “It’s rather flooded, darling.”

“Yeah,” she says. That word, all grim and heavy. He pictures her struggling through this, the splashing and the gasping. She actually needs to breathe. “It’s not far, though. You can kinda worm under it. If you hold your breath—er, y’know. You can actually feel around it from where I think you are. It’s still a little tight past that, but it opens up pretty rapid. It’s kinda like a sink trap.”

Which means nothing to him. A trap to drown uninvited guests? Not a bad solution. Unless the guest is undead. Or a fish.

But he does as she suggests; sticks his arms through. Has to lean in slowly until his cheek is pressed against the rock and yes. She’s correct. The whole tunnel bends down and then back up.

This time, he does breathe deeply.

It doesn’t help.

Well.

He lowers himself. Water closes over him. He has no sight, and now his nose and ears are covered and he’s truly blind.

He moves quickly. Presses through arms-first. Has to turn midway because even his flexible spine doesn’t arch backwards that far, and he’d rather not come up scraping his face against the other side.

The ceiling drags over his chest. The walls press against his shoulders. He has to wriggle (hands torn and shredded by wooden splinters, fingernails broken off clawing at the dirt; it’s in his ears, his eyes, up his nose and he’s gagging on it and all around, the press of cold dirt, grave dirt).

Then his face breaks the water’s surface and he comes up sputtering.

(and he is waiting)

“Astarion?”

Astarion coughs. Water comes up much more smoothly than dirt and congealed blood, how nice. He’s through. She said he’s nearly clear. He gropes and—

Stone. Stone all around. Stone pressing in, squeezing in. He’s twisted and half submerged, the dip in the tunnel pressing his waist, trapping his legs.

Trapped.

Trapped in the dark.

“Astarion?”

The voice is muffled. Master laughing, taunting. He’d learn his lesson, by the gods. He already had. He’d never do it again, never run, never disobey, never ever.

His shoulder slams to the side. It’s too close. All too close. He scratched his nails off. Scratched his fingertips, the exposed nail beds and all down to bone and kept digging, kept digging like a rat. Like vermin. The vermin he wasn’t even worthy to prey upon.

His legs are pinned. Shoulders pinned. Not some tomb, this time. He’s in a sarcophagus. Sealed away in this silent, stone box and left to rot.

No. No! He’s sorry! He won’t! He didn't’! He’ll never again master please!

Something makes a noise but it doesn’t matter. The stone won’t give. It’s a terrible force, pinning him in place. He thrashes against it, knowing it’s futile—it never lets him out will never let him out—but he cannot control his own body (has never controlled his own body because it isn’t his; he’s property, a spawn, something to pleasure the master’s guests, nothing but an extension of his master’s will).

But he’s got to get out. He has to.

A part of him registers something wrong. Tries to argue against this, but the rest of him is too much. It’s far too much and the panic is all-consuming.

His hand brushes something warm. Something soft, something that gives when he tears at it. He has to get out, he cannot be here again master please, please.

“—starion you stupid cunt bitch!”

Words. A voice. A rude voice.

He’s panting. His throat is dry. Fear buzzes through him and wraps around his bones.

“Hey! Hey, you fucking shit lord!”

“Wh…” He has to swallow. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth. “What?”

“Hey,” the voice—his illustrious leader—is far gentler this time. “Astarion? Can you hear me?”

“I…yes.”

Still stuck. Still pinned. His teeth chatter from some ancient memory of living cold (and not terror, oh no).

“Okay, I’m right above you. Here.”

Her hand brushes his and he scents blood for some reason. But there’s too much going on inside him, too much panic and too much touching.

“Don’t touch me,” he snaps.

A terrible idea. He’ll be punished. Not allowed to speak like that. He needs her. Needs all of them and he must be the perfect seducer, they the willing prey.

But she only says, “Alright” in that same low, calm tone. As if he’s some godsdamned horse. As if he’s a howling babe.

A shuffle and a rustle. The sound of leather creaking softly and his knees hurt. He realizes he’d been thrashing around, trying to bring them up and curl inwards, and he’s smashed his recently healed one once again.

“I…I need out,” he says and hopes she won’t notice the pathetic tremble to his voice.

“I know. I got half a length of rope here, one second.” More rustling. It’s her bag. She’s digging through her bag of holding. “Got it. If I drop this down and help pull, can you manage to get the rest of the way through? You ain’t stuck nowhere?”

Yes, anything, he wants to say.

Instead, he forces another swallow. “I suppose that will do.”

He must not think on it. Must not think how wedged he is and how it’s his own worthless fault. The weight pressed against his belly because he’s an idiot and always was. The pain begins to filter in from his knees and his hands, and their illustrious leader was wrong when she said he was only good at two things; he’s only good at one, and it doesn’t involve stumbling about in a cave.

A soft sound, and the rope smacks him in the face. He barks a sound.

“Shit! Sorry!” their wise and glorious leader says.

Rope. He never had rope in that grave. Or later in the tomb (he wonders what he might have tried if he did). It’s a difference, cool and sturdy in his battered hands.

“Got a good grip?” she says.

Better than she knows. All her life force taken in through her blood and he uses it to wrap that rope around his aching hands and cling.

“On three,” because she cannot use the sensible four.

He gives a little tug. She holds. Counts.

Three.

He…slides out quite easily. Legs slip, lower back scraping, and then his shoes catch. But a kick of his feet and he’s being pulled head-first up through the tunnel, away from the water, kicking along as it rapidly widens.

Then he’s on his back, scooting along with nothing but chilled, open air around him.

“Any injuries?” she says.

Minor ones. His shins must be absolutely purpled by now. But most of all, it’s the fact that she saw him. She…heard him. He has no idea what he said. And her silence on the matter is somehow both soothing and dreadful.

An easy weapon should she ever wish to wield it.

A weapon he would certainly pocket for later use. Just in case.

One she doesn’t even need. She could have left him thrice over. And thrice over, she’s dragged him after her. Literally, this time.

He has no way to repay this debt. No way to squelch that cold dread seeping through him at the thought.

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ophelieverse · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Daemon angst where he and the reader were in a secret relationship but now she has to marry his brother?

❥You weren’t mine to lose.

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader.

(Also a little Viserys x reader)

Reader is Aemma younger sister,so she will have Targy features.There will be incest(since reader and Daemon/Viserys are cousins)so if that makes you uncomfortable do not read.Also a little bit a sexy time(but nothing much)and Daemon is kinda of an asshole here.Set up right before Viserys will become king,thanks for requesting and let me know what you think💕hope you like it!

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She often dreamt of his touch, but they were not dreams at all,they were memories.Memories of how his strong hands caressed her tender body,how they glided across her delicate skin and soothed the chills she felt to her very core.Without saying a single word his hands spoke to her,answering her every begging demand.

Vivid memories filled her mind and soon she was whisked away,feeling his hands glide beneath her nightgown and her most delicate parts,she gasped,as an ache overcomes her.Soon the rivers of her desire consume her,a nervous breath,a moistened clench between her thighs comes next as she closes her eyes and sinks even deeper.

Her aches are soothed only by the warmth of his hand over her swallow clit,she flinches,the feeling of his fingers gliding through her tender lips,the wet sound feeling the hot air in the room,she clenches uncontrollably as she begged for more.His fingers slide slowly inside of her,she exhale,curled deep inside,her body accepts them,clenching on them as they glide in and out of her.Soothing the ache she felt deep inside.

Soon she would explode for him,releasing all the wonder and love the held inside.His hands were wonderful,even magical as they captured more than just her mind and consumed her dreams,they’ve touched her soul.

Y/n woke up with a slow hum,her muscles aching as she was stirring in her bed,her soft skin hot as pure fire while her white nightgown was clinging to her sweaty body like a second skin.

The sun was up in the sky,shining down on the clear coasts of Dragon Stone,waking up and warming every living creature on the small island.The cold ocean breeze that came in from the open window made her shiver,just like raw stone floor that touched her delicate feet as she got ready for the day ahead.

«He came back with the first lights of the sunrise,my princess.»her handmade had told her in a quiet whisper,brushing her silver hair.

Y/n was sitting at her vanity table,admiring her beautiful features in the mirror in front of her«Does anyone else know of his presence?»she asked,trying to hide the little smile that was growing on her face.

With her handmade shaking her hand,the young princess let out a sigh of relief«The Rouge Prince only asked for your greetings.»she explained lowly.

Y/n cheeks heated up,just like the rest of her body that suddenly shook with an aching desire that traveled from her spine to in between her legs.The Rouge Prince,Daemon,her lover was finally back to her after two long weeks that kept her awake at night,dreaming of his tender touch and his mischievous eyes.

The two of them grown up together,as his little cousin,daughter of Daella Targaryen and Rodrick Arryn,Y/n often stayed at the Red Keep during at her childhood years along her older sister.Only few years separating them in age,Daemon never truly liked her when their where young finding her too nosy,always screaming and kicking and following him around like a lost puppy.As the older one,he was often forced by his father to play with her,to spend his time with her company and listening to her rambling about stupid and boring girls thing that he couldn’t care less about.

But everything changed when Daemon saw Y/n again when they were both older,wiser and not little kids that used to pull each other hair or fight over petty things all the time.The first time he saw his dear cousin again,it felt like a fever dream. White and golden dress,hair falling off her back and curled on her shoulder,sparkling eyes,rosy cheeks and a young joyful smile adorning her angelic little face,she looked like a miracle.Gone was the bratty girl who used to jump on his back demanding piggyback rides,the little girl who broke his nose white the wooden sword when she pleaded him to train her and the one that used to steal his desserts during dinners.

She was just turned seventeen when they saw each other again in Harrenhal.This was not the first time that prince Daemon visited the Castle and it was not the first tournament he attended,he was used to the horrid smell of horse shit,the loudness of the people and the ugly faces of the young and inexperienced knights.But her,princess Y/n,felt like a miracle,a beautiful breath of fresh hair.

It wasn’t difficult to spot her among the crowd,she were sitting in the honorable stands of House Targaryen,where his brother and family all were reunited to enjoy the sunny evening celebrating the his nomination as the heir to the Iron Throne.It wasn’t difficult to see that she didn’t belong there,seated besides her older sister and father,her wither and pure dress reflected her soul:innocent,untouched.

Thats was what her found more attractive of her.The way her cheeks turned red whenever she surprised his predator eyes on her figure,they way she bowed her head and play nervously with her fingers.The way she gripped her older sister,Aemma,hand and closed her eyes when a knight fell from his horse.It was clear that the noisy crowd overwhelmed her,that the smell and the only sight of blood made her stomach churn.

Y/n looked nothing like she did when she was a reckless little girl without all the care in the world,with her short boy-cut hair,leather pants,rude and loud.Now she was quiet,reserved and only spoken when people asked her.In the years she was raised by her grandmother,Queen Alysanne,and father likeness,as a proper fine princess and lady to betrothed as soon as she had the right age,while her sister was now to be prepared to be the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Y/n would had inherited whatever title and places her future husband would’ve provided for her,but at that time she was still living in the Eyrie with her family.She were wasted for that place,when Daemon visited the Vale he felt nothing but pure repudiation.She,beautiful,young and fertile princess,should stayed at a place like Dragon Stone,enjoying the warming sun and the cool breeze of the ocean.A calm and loving place,a place that was his just like she should have been.

She would have been the perfect wife for some someday,calming,loving,with a beautiful face to look at and even more beautiful and untouched body at their mercy.It was not secret that she was still a virgin like everyone expected from her,and her magnetic innocent drove him crazy.But he didn’t wanted her for that,he already got a wife,Lady Rhea Royce,a rude and masculine woman that he spent all his time away from,and he didn’t needed another one around to thrown on him responsibility after responsibility.

Daemon wanted her to clear his mind,to rest his bones after a rough day,just to pass his time in between her sweet and soft legs and never think about anything again. He could have shaped her at his liking,drawing her just like he wanted.Teaching her everything about what passion is,of taking without the fear of asking,indulging her on his very darkest preference that would look so good on her.He could already imagine her,with hair messy,skin shining,tears in her eyes and her pretty little mouth begging him,only him,to give her more.Y/n would been good,she knew her manners,where her place was,when to speak and when to keep quiet,she would have been perfect for him to use as his liking.

He took Y/n a week after,fulfilling his desire and the imagine in his head,imagining her with her legs spread and ready on his bed,clawing his back because it was too much for her little body to handle,and caressing her belly where his heirs where growing.He wouldn’t mind that if it happened,even though he would had her drinking warm cups of moon tea,he wouldn’t be the one raising them anyway.He may was married and Y/n was to be married off to some lord,but it would be her warm his sheets and him to be inside of her.

A week later,after the tournament,they both were on Dragon Stone with their siblings.His older brother Viserys was named prince of the island and future king,while Y/n sister,as his wife,was now to be the future queen.Aemma was four months pregnant at the time,and with the joy and the scares of her first pregnancy,she asked to her younger sister to stay with her till her time was near.Daemon,on the other hand,like always,preferred to not stay in his wife presence but this time instead of traveling with his dragon,he decided to join his brother to stay close to Y/n.

The first night the arrived in the island he stayed up,away in the big and ancient library,waiting for his little bird to fall in his trap.He had teased her all night during dinner,brushing his fingers on her cheeks to clean her from the food,breathing on her neck whenever he got closer to her whispering in her ear,placing his hand on her thigh and massaging her leg under the too heavy gown.He even let her have his lemon cake,without complaining like he used when they where children.

The little candle Y/n held in her hand shook when,after she had opened the door,right next to the shelf and on the old wooden floor was Daemon.Sitting with his leg spread,a candle on his side and a book on his lap,he seemed bored while his fingers tossed pages to pages.

«You may have changed,but you still the little bird that i know.Still awake and wandering around,following me everywhere.»he said,his voice was low and the little nickname he used to call her that passed his lips,made her cheeks heat up.

«My apologize,my prince»Y/n said bowing her head down«i didn’t think someone would have been there at this time.I should leave you to your reading.»as she tried to turn around to make her leave,his long and slander fingers wrapped around her wrist.

She was lying,it was so clear on her face that she wasn’t saying the truth.She knew where to find him and she wanted to be in his presence more than anything.Since she first saw him again,she felt a strange sensation rising from between her legs and spreading all over her body,an unfamiliar warmth that made her entire body quiver for his touch.

«Since we both can’t sleep,how about we keep each other company?Just like when we were children.»it sounded more like an order then a request,and she obeyed him like a good girl like her should.

When they were children they used to fight and scream at each other all the time,now they both had other intentions for each other.

Y/n took place on the cold ground next to him,her back on the book shelf,and her knees pulled up to her chest. The silence never made so much noise like in that moment,cleaning her throat Y/n tried to find the courage to start a proper and polite conversation:

«What are you doing here at this hour?»her question was so dumb just like the little look on her face,her voice was unsure,his presence felt heavy as she tried to avoid his gaze.

Daemon laughed a little,he made her nervous and it was adorable«Just reading.»he answered showing her the book about the ancient houses in Westeros that he had on his lap.

Y/n nodded,keeping her eyes low and trying to seem secure of herself«Why here?»she asked again,but she failed since her voice came out like a little squeak.

The library,at the Red Keep,at her father castle,even there on Dragon Stone had became her safe place.Since she became a young woman her father and grandmother had keep her in there with her Septa,memorizing names,historical facts and different languages while Daemon trained like a soldier outside.And now,her place became his too.

«Why here?»he repeated her words but with a strong a firm voice«Because is quiet.I like to read when it’s quiet and there is not people walking around,it helps me to appreciate things more.»he explained caressing the pages with the tip of his finger.

«That’s explain why you didn’t wanted me in your presence in our early days.»Y/n chuckled under her breath,remembering all the time he used to push her away or rolled his eyes whenever he was forced to play with her.

«But you are all grown up now.And that red dress looked more good on you than boy leather pants that you used to wear.»he answered with a pleasing voice that made her back straight up.

During the dinner that night,Y/n was wearing a beautiful long red dress that seemed to be carved by the gods on her feminine and womanly body.The corset was tight on her waist,her breast exposed thanks to plunging neckline,while she carried herself with such a delicate and polite demeanor that made her look more delicious than anything on the table.

«Our grandmother used to say the same,when she kept me locked up in my room.I appreciate your compliment.»she told with a sincere smile on her redden face.

«Why are you still up then?Didn’t our grandmother taught you that princesses shouldn’t be wandering around at this our?»Daemon asked then,teasing her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Y/n cleared her throat,she felt a little bit ashamed at the moment and she didn’t knew why.He was right,she was taught how to be a proper princess and the fact the pointed out that she was “misbehaving” made her heart beat rapidly and cheeks heat up even more.

«I was in Aemma chambers,but then her handmaidens came in and i-»she started to explain.

«You being here makes me think that you are not very fond of staying among people.»it wasn’t a question but a statement,a proof that he could read her so easily

It made her flustered,her belly was tickling while she played nervously with the hem of her nightgown.It was the truth,she wasn’t made for crowds and loud places,she liked to stay hidden where she thought no one,expect from Daemon,could have seen her.

«It’s not like that,my prince-»Y/n tried to speak again.

«You are not,aren’t you?Thats no reason to lie to me,i can read it on your face.You are not a girl for people like that.»he was not teasing her,he just wanted to made her realize that he was the only one who could understand her.The only one she should be around and come to when she needed someone.

Her brows furrowed in confusion«People like that?»

Daemon sighed«By like that,i mean people all over you.Always asking you question and planting themselves all over your face.»he explained slowly«You don’t like that,you are more the quiet type.»

It was one of the first things he noticed about her when he saw her again.The way the noise and the loud people around her made her flinch back.He would protect her from that,keeping her safe under his arm and away from everyone else bed who wasn’t his.He also asked himself if once she was with someone she trusted enough,in a vulnerable state,she would have let herself go.Being as loud as she wanted,not caring if someone could have heard her,living of the pure ecstasy of him inside of her.

«Is that a bad thing?»Y/n voice was thin as the air that was struggling in her lungs.

Daemon hisses quietly,the fact that she was already asking for his approval made his cock stir in his pants«Not at all.»he reassured her,then he patted the empty spot on the floor next to him«Come here,sit close to me.»he urged.

Once again,she followed his order without hesitation«Right there.»he breathed in her ear,her shoulder was touching and his hot breath made her skin tingle.

«I was serious when i told you that we should keep each other company.We are a family and we haven’t seen each other in a while,so what have you been up to?»he seemed genuinely interested in her and that made her even more nervous.

It was the first time that a handsome man asked her about herself,plus there was really nothing to say about her was it?Besides reading a taking care of her late mother cat and now her pregnant sister,she was an empty shell of a person.

«There’s no much interesting about me i’m afraid,my prince.All i ever did was reading a studying in this library»Y/n said quietly,resting her chin on her knees.

«Oh,reading and studying?»Daemon voice was softer,it seemed like he was taking to a child using a little mocking tone«What a good girl,trying to be a good daughter.I like that.»he praised her,taking a strand of her silver hair in between his finger and playing with it.

He took note of the way she started to breath through her mouth,of the way her thighs clenched under her nightgown and how red her cheeks turned.She was making it very hard for him to not take her against the bookshelf.

«You see»he started again«at your age i hated studying.You are very lucky,i wish i was like you.»he was caressing the back of her neck,while with his free hand he closed the book on his lap so he could turned his body to her.

Y/n seemed surprised to hear the words of the rouge prince,he was only few years older then her and she couldn’t remember anyone she looked up more than him«I don’t think that you really mean what you are saying,my prince.»how could someone like him wanting to be like her?

He chuckled a little«I’am,i wish i had those eyes.Those eyes that are afraid to look at me.»his deep voice was a mere whisper in her ear.

Her skin was boiling,hot and sensible to his linger touch and the sound of his melodic voice«I-I’m not!»her cheeks were puffed.

It was like he didn’t heard her«Why are you afraid to look at me?You want something from me?»he already knew the answer to his own question.

Daemon could see the way his little cousin hands were shaking and the way she was pressing her legs together with some much force.He wonder how wet she would been,if he only dipped one of his finger inside of her.At this point,he imagine all of her juices dripping from her thighs,all on the floor while she was trying her hardest to hide it.

Y/n didn’t find the voice to answer him,she was feeling weird.A new strange sensation was blooming inside her belly and between her legs,growing and growing whenever Daemon sooting voice spoke to her.

«What’s keeping your mind from resting,little bird?»Daemon asked then,his eyes trailing all over her body and his senses overwhelmed by her sweet scent.

«Father told me that after Aemma will give birth i’m to be married to Lord Rickon Stark.»she said with thin voice,keeping her eyes on the floor.

Daemon hummed lowly,he still had four months to claim her and another man wouldn’t certainly stop him to have what he desired the most«From what i heard,he’s a honorable and respectful man.»he told her.

She took a deep breath«I know that,but i don’t know if i will make a good wife.I look at my sister everyday and she has a lot of responsibility on her shoulders.»she confessed,resting her chin on her knee.

Y/n didn’t knew why,out of all the people,she was taking about this to him.When she was younger she used to be so attracted by his free willing life,Daemon never cared about the rules or of what his parents would told him,they already had Viserys as their perfect child,he didn’t need to be one too.She wanted to be like him,to live following her own rules and dreams,but she got the worse curse the gods could’ve sent to her:being a woman.

When Y/n got her first blood,her grandmother Alysanne had took her under her wing,raising her and teaching her how to be a proper princess and most importantly a wife,finding her a very suitable husband.

«You’re as good as anyone,i suppose. You’re beautiful and young.You will be the Lady of Winterfell.You are educated and presentable.Also,you are healthy so children won’t be any problem.»Daemon stated,almost like he was studying her,mapping her body and looking at her face under the candle light.

«Oh gods.»she breathed out,unable to hold in the curse filled with nausea and disgust.Just the thought of needing to produce heirs,to have inside of her the children of some man that she even didn’t met yet,made her head dizzy.

«Is this what scares you the most?Becoming a mother?»Daemon questioned, he just read her mind again like she was one of the books present in the library.

Y/n breathed through her nose,deeply in her chest as she exhaled her next words«I-I just don’t know-»she stuttered on herself.

«Or maybe»his voice was like the purest silk in her ears«Is the process that scares you?The thought of giving yourself to some,your entire body,your soul,your womb.Is that it?Didn’t our grandmother taught you what is your duty as a wife,what is like to have sex with someone?»he said with a dry laugh,but it was more of a rhetorical question.

Daemon already knew the answer,it was written all over her pretty face.Under that naive expression,not a single tough behind her eyes clouded with what seemed to be excitement and fear at the same time.Her plump lips parted,a sinful shade of red covering her cheeks,neck and ears while her skin was hot as the purest fire.

«No»Y/n muttered out,other words stuck in her throat or dead on the tip of her tongue.

She felt her body tense up when she saw the dark smile growing up on his beautiful face«I can do that for you.I can teach you how to be a proper wife and execute your duties.»he stated,talking about it like it was the most normal thing in the world and no a big deal.

Y/n brain was trying to understand what was going on,while her heart pumped wildly in her chest.It was hard to breath when he was so close to her,when he was looking and speaking to her in such a way a rouge prince like him shouldn’t be doing with a little princess like her.

«Come here.»he said,tugging her close to him«Let me feel those rosy cheeks.»his fingers were caressing her face,mapping the perfect and unmarked skin with his thumbs while his eyes roamed to all that was his.

But then Y/n squeaked out a little fragile:«We shouldn’t,it’s not proper.»trying to get away from him.

Daemon thumb caressed her bottom lip,feeling the warm and wet texture of her red mouth that he was sure tasted like pure sin«You don’t have to repeat her words,she is not here anymore and you can do whatever the fuck you want to.»his words were crude but his voice remained soft.

It angered him the fact that his grandmother words water still poisoning his little cousin thoughts.He needed to take her place,to be the only one in Y/n head,the only voice she would’ve listen to and the only one she would’ve took orders from.

«I c-can ask Aemma some advices-»Y/n said,she felt ridiculous and embarrassed especially under his predatory gaze.

«Your sister has already too many things to think of:being the new Queen,a babe on the way.You don’t want to be a bother,don’t you?»Daemon asked,he was manipulating her so good,making her feel guilty and ashamed over something she didn’t have control over.

Y/n shook her head rapidly,clinging her hands on her knees and thanking the bookshelf behind her to keep her up«Don’t want to be a bother.»she said,her eyes were glassy and ger lips were trembling a bit.

It made her look even tinier,smaller,younger that she looked.Just a little lost butterfly in his cruel and controversial web.

«I’m doing this for you.Wouldn’t you wish to be a good wife and satisfy your Lord husband?»Daemon had his hands on her again,fisting the hair on the nape of her neck and tilting her head back a little while he was hovering on her.

The room seemed so much smaller now and even hotter,she felt like she was boiling under his touch.Her leges trembled,her thighs were hurting her with how much force she was closing them together to have some relief from the tickling sensation she was feeling in her lower belly.

Following her gaze down her legs,Daemon lifted her nightgown over her knees,up her thighs and taking a moment to look at the soft and pure skin.Just with one hand,without much force,he opened them just like he was opening the pages of a book,finding between them the desire and lust he was searching for.

«I wonder..»he muttered to himself,his cold finger made her shiver as they traveled along her untouched skin till the little bud between them.

It’s not like he didn’t wanted to remember her as a kid,even tough he couldn’t stand her,vivid memories flashed through his mind now that they were there.Y/n was the little girl who used to braid his hair during boring winter days,the one he personally taught to how to claim her dragon.The only girl he ever hugged.And now he was going to take her on the library floor,the place where they used to hide and eat the cakes that they stole from the kitchens or to read after one of their usual fights.His duck got harder just thinking about having her beneath him,wanting him,moaning his name.

Daemon had the whole day of loving and looking how cute and fragile Y/n was ,how horny and needy she could get without even realizing it.Praticaly throwing herself at him every chance she got that night at dinner.How she insisted to have him sitting next to her,how she placed her hand over his on her knees to kept it there,and how wet and warm she was at the moment.

Y/n squeaked like a little mouse,her eyes closing just like her legs around his hand«Are you in heat?»he teased her, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with her.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment,and she had to cover her face with her hands to hide from him. She didn’t had the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features,it scared her.

it’s almost as if she didn’t realized how she was grinding on him,rubbing her clothed pussy against his hand«W-what?»she whispered,from her eyes little tears were streaming down her cute little cheeks,fighting the urge to continue with her shameful act as he tightens his hold on her hips.

Daemon clicked his tongue,his hand was still on her most private parts«Your grinding against it like a dog in heat.Weren’t you a proper girl?»he made her notice the way she was desperately trying to have some friction.

Y/n nodded again,choking out a«Yes.»like she was trying to not cry.

«Then what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?»he spits out.

A rush of shame filled her body that consumed her whole.This wasn’t her,this wasn’t the girl her grandmother raised.Why was she doing that?She hadn’t even noticed,too focused on that slight spark of pleasure she felt with each rock of her hips.

«I’m sorry,my prince.»Y/n sobbed out,never in her life she had felt like that«I just feel really weird right now.I don’t know what’s wrong with me.»she answered quietly,feeling tears burn at the back of her eyes again.The ache between her legs stayed persistent and she felt lost without the release her body craved for the first time.

Daemon was living for all of this,his eyes taking in every single moment,every single inch of her shaking figure«It’s alright little bird,nothing is wrong with you.»he reassured her with a mocking tone«You just can’t help it,can you?»he asked with a low voice that made her shiver.

Y/n nodded as she felt her lips tremble,unable to speak properly,her core clenching at the petname Daemon gave her.She stared at him and he smiled,the look on his face made her ache and feel all sticky and needy.

«You can’t help but want to rub that pretty pussy all over something,yes?»he taunted, leaning down to kiss her neck,gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin.She whimpered and nodded vigorously,hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help her like he promised.

«Daemon»she pleaded with a broken voice,his name passing through her hot mouth like that made him groan.

«When you fuck yourself on my hand,does it make you feel better?Does it feel so good that you just want to do it all over again?»he teased, feeling her legs tightening over his arm.

Y/n head was spinning,a soft murmur of«Yes!»escaped her lips as he begins to move his hand up and down,the friction rubbing against her swollen clit through her panties.

«Do you know why it feels so good?»he asked her,close to her ear,tenderly biting her lobe.He didn’t waited for an answer,she was just too stupid at the moment to even understand his words«Because you are taking something you shouldn’t be wanting.That’s how they controlled you,telling you that this was wrong.But with me you will understand that you can have everything that you desire and more.»he panted on her skin.

«Please,Daemon,i want it all»Y/n whimper loud, holding onto his chest as she rides his fingers.

His dick hardens,and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer.His free hand travelled up her stomach to her chest,his thumb find place on her right nipple, squeezing gently as his other hand forces her hips to move faster.

«That’s it.Take what you need little bird.»he grunts,and not even seconds later she was moaning his name,mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

«Somethings happening»Y/n cried out,rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stopped her,blinding her eyes and exploding her insides in a fit of ecstasy.

Daemon groaned,eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants,coming in his pants untouched,before taking a look at her face.Y/n already look so fucked out its adorable that she thought it’s over so soon.«Good birdy came so pretty for me.»he smiled,bringing her face in for a messy kiss.

It was her first kiss,his hot tongue making it way inside her hot mouth and his teeth biting her swollen red lips with such hunger.She felt weird,her legs were trembling and her eyes were fighting the urge to close,that blissful feeling still present on her sweaty skin.

«Felt so good.»Y/n whimpered out,laying her tired body over his.

Daemon caressed her damp hair«Will you let me teach help you?Teach you other things that will make you feel even better?»he whispered.

It made her shiver for how much she wanted it,how much she was angry for his touch now that she had just a small taste.The thought that she liked it,loved every seconds of it,that she craved to always feel like in that moment scared her.But it was a good kinda of fear that she didn’t know it could existed.The fear to not know what he could to her,that he was married and she was about to be married,and that any one could enter at any moment,exited her so much.

«Yes.»Y/n answered quietly,closing her eyes and feeling the grin forming on his beautiful face now that he finally had what he wanted.

It happened four months ago,the night where Daemon picked Y/n flower,the most purest and delicate thing,her virtue,without caring of the fence that was suppose to separate her garden from his.

During those longs,pleasant four months Daemon made her discover a whole new world.A different reality painted with vivid and luscious colors that he made her feel every night,teaching her how to please a man but most importantly how to please herself.Learning how to understand her body,to take care of it and that she was the one in charge of herself.

Aemma was eight months pregnant now and everything was ready for welcoming the new babe and heir to the throne.Maester Mellos told Y/n,while she was assisting her older sister,that from the way the future Queen was carrying it was suppose to be a boy much to Viserys happiness.

Like every morning the young princess was getting ready to have breakfast with her sister and to spent the rest of the day in her company.It didn’t bother her much,she loved her sister more than anything and she understood that right now she was in such a delicate moment of her life and she needed her presence close to her.Plus she always had the hour of the owl to be in Daemon bed,tangled in his warm silky sheets with his hands and mouth all over her.

But that morning was different,something was in the salty air,the cold breeze hitting the skin of her bare arms while she walked through the empty hallways with a rapid pace.Daemon had been away for two weeks and now he was finally back,asking for her as soon as he landed on the beach of Dragon Stone.It was Viserys who sent him away,after one of his guards had saw the rouge prince coming out from their cousin chambers one early morning.

Viserys and Y/n had always been closer growing up,he was not like his brother.He preferred her company,staying beside her during the longs hours of studying and reading history and philosophy.Enthralling her with tales of their ancestors and his days and Balerion last rider.And now that he was married to Aemma,she became officially a younger sister for him too.He had to protect her,to keep her and her virtue safe from his brother dirty hands,no one would had married her if they knew of her meetings with him.

Y/n was wearing a beautiful cherry red dress,Daemon favorite color on her,her pale blonde hair were free on her back while two golden ribbons were tied on the top of her head.Her hands were clammy,she had to smother them down her gown a few times,while a nauseous feeling was forming in her stomach till the back of her throat.

It was clear,all over her pretty and heated face,that she missed him more than anything.That the moment she would’ve see him again,he would’ve feel like a breath of fresh air.One of the first thing that Daemon had told her on one of their first secret encounters,was that all of this,all the things they were doing,had nothing to do with feelings.Only the feelings related to their bodies,the passion,the hunger,the lust were allowed,everything else needed to stay outside the bedroom.

He was right of course,Y/n took all that came out from his mouth like pure gold.He was the one kind and thoughtful enough to land her his hand and help her out,he was the one with experience not her,so he had to be right again.

«Thank you for accompanying me,Annora.»the young princess said with a quiet whisper«Make sure that no one will come in.»she continued looking around,thankfully everything was clear.

Her handmaiden was the only one who knew about her secret,and it was even thanks to her that Y/n could sneak off to see her lover«Of course,my princess.But remember that you have to see your sister later in the morning.»she murmured politely,slightly bowing her head.

«I do remember.Don’t worry,i’ll be quick.»Y/n reassured her with a gentle smile.

One last look at the empty hallway,the young princess smoothed her gown down with her sweaty hands.Suddenly her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might escape from her chest.Her legs were trembling and her hair didn’t seem so beautifully styled like a moment ago.

«How do i look?»Y/n asked turning around again with a thin voice and worried eyes.

Daemon had this effect on her,a nauseous feeling was threatening her guts and excitement was making her skin tingle.She wanted to be just perfect,a beautiful sight for him to look at.He was the first one who ever did that,he looked at her like there’s was something interesting in her figure.

Her handmaiden smiled softly«Like the most precious jewel,my princess.»she reassured her.

Nodding her head and taking a deep breath,Y/n opened the heavy wooden door and closed it behind her back shutting Annora and the rest of the world out.In that very moment,in the cold throne room of Dragon Stone,there’s was only the two of them.

The place was silent,from the windows glasses a few rays of light brightened the dark area making it look like some spectral painting.The throne was carved in the cold stone,raw and stiff,at the end of the room.

Daemon was sitting there,upon the bleak seat,his long legs crossed and his weight shifted to the right armrest.His pale hair were long on his broad shoulders,some of them tied up behind his head to not made them get in the way.His face was so majestically beautiful,carved by the most talented of the gods,blessing him with those beautiful rosy lips and cheekbones.

Even with the dim light,Y/n could’ve see the mischievous gleam in his purple eyes trailing down her body,licking his lips like he was tasting her again and again in his mind.

Walking slowly towards him,the princess tried to cover her trembling hands behind her back and the smile on her excited face«What are you doing there,cousin?»she asked,her tongue rolling around the Valyrian words that were coming out her mouth.

She had learned the language alongside her ancestors history with Viserys when she was just a small child,but she only spoken it in her lover presence.

«I’m sitting.This could be my chair one day.»Daemon explained,his voice turned an octave lower when he spoke the foreign language.It made her shiver and he knew that.

She smiled,the little sound of her footsteps coming closer to him echoed between the stone walls«Not if you are executed for treason.»she stated,with a teasing tone that made him chuckle«You’ve been away for two weeks and all that you thought about was becoming the next ruling prince of Dragon Stone?»she asked,scrutinizing his face now that she was in front of him.

Daemon had a little smirk on his face and she wanted to slap it off his handsome face.The disappointed was thick under her skin,and while her heart ached her head was calling her stupid in all the languages in the world.While she had filled her days without him thinking about how much she missed his touch,the taste of her lips,his warm skin he probably didn’t even wasted a single second to remember that she was waiting for him at home.

«I thought of becoming the heir of the throne.My brother wants to host a tournament in my honor soon»he told her,passing a hand down his chin,his eyes never leaving her features.

Y/n had spent the last two weeks not only with her sister but also with her older cousin,Viserys.She had listened to him about how sure he was that his heir,a little prince,was in the royal womb of his wife and as soon as the new months would start,a big tournament was to be host in his honor.

«The tournament is for his son,that will be here by the end of the summer.»she corrected him,a sharp tone just like her eyes that followed all of his movements.

Daemon stood up,with two long strides he was now in front of her.He smelled like his dragon,of burnt and destruction,and looked like the most beautiful sin she ever had the pleasure to commit in her life.

«I brought you something.»he said changing the topic and switching to the Westerosi language in a low voice,with his right hand he searched in pocket.

A beautiful necklace was dangling in front of her eyes,delicate steely gray color with a gorgeous pendant that looked like a flower decorated with red rubies«How beautiful.»Y/n breathed out.

Her hands traced the small details with the tip of her fingers«Do you know what it is?»Daemon asked,snatching the necklace away before she could take it.

It made her jump a bit«It’s Valyrian steel.Like Dark Sister.»she answered,showing him how educated she was.

He nodded,remaining quiet for a few seconds«Turn around.»he demanded with a firm voice.

As always,she followed his order immediately.Holding her hair up and giving him free access to her neck,heat was rising,the warm feeling of his finger tracing the delicate skin and the cold metal of the necklace made her burn on the spot.It was incredible the power he has over her,mind and body included.It was like nothing in her belonged to herself,only to him her thoughts wandered about,only to him her muscles would respond.

«I also thought about you while i was in Leng.»Daemon breathed in his ear,his hands moving up and down her arms making her shiver.

Y/n was still not facing him,her back was a millimeter away from his broad chest«You did?»she sounded surprised,but in her voice that was a hint of relief.

He let out a dry laugh,she felt a little embarrassed,like he was making fun of her«I always think about you.»he said.

It wasn’t true,or if he did it wasn’t like Y/n did always thought about him.He was not hers,but sometimes she pretended that he wish he was.She created this idea,inside her little head,that he secretly wanted her in that loving and caring way that she craved so much for him to do.And she often forget that’s it just something that she made up,he’s not hers and he doesn’t want her.

But even with that thought plugging her head,Y/n wanted him.Daemon was her definition of desire.She didn’t knew how engulfing his flames would’ve been or if she would’ve survived them,but she didn’t care.The only thing that could bring her to life were his lips,his hands,his touch.She would follow him next time that he would go away,she would follow him till the end of the world if he asked her,just to have another moment with him.In that moment all that she knew is that she had missed him and nothing else made sense till she was in his arms again.This is what felt like to fall and not care were you land.

«Tell me please.»Y/n whimpered desperately,closing her eyes.

Suddenly she was yanked backwards,her shoulders collided with his solid chest,the contact taking the breath away from her lungs.Daemon chin came down to rest on her left shoulder,his lips millimeters from her ear«You want me to say it?»he whispered,she nodded«Fine,i’ll say it.I want you.I fucking wanted you during that two weeks away and i do now.»she gasped,feeling the hard length against her butt and she knew that he wasn’t lying.

As a thrill shoot up her spine,Daemon twisted her around and his mouth crashed down on hers.His lips were soft but the movements were rough,tongues and teeth against each other,as his hands mad their way from her waist till the back of her neck from preventing her to move away.

«I missed you»Y/n let out a shaky breath,his lips mapping the pure skin of her cheeks«It’s been too long.»she sounded to pathetic that made him feel bad from laughing internally.

«Look at you»he noticed,ignoring her affection like he always did«You’re sexy as fuck with your innocent words and fuck-me eyes.»still holding her by the nape of her neck,slightly tiling her head backwards,he took a moment to look at her heated up cheeks,glassy eyes and bruised red mouth.

All of this for just a little kissing and a few words,he really made a pathetic little version of herself.

«You still didn’t told me.»Y/n reminded him,squeezing her eyes a bit and breathing heavily through her nose.

«You want to know what i thought about?»Daemon asked raising a brow.

«Yes.»she answered immediately.

«I don’t want to scare you,little bird.»he started«But if you let me,i’d strip you naked.Then i’d take one of those ribbons you always wear on your head and tie your wrist together.»he squeezed them for emphasis.

Y/n body flushed at the imagine he was putting in her head.She loved when he told her what he wanted to do with her,knowing that she would let him without the blink of an eye«Then what?»she asked again,he knows it too.

«I’d kiss you everywhere.Make you come with my fingers,then my mouth.»he kissed her again,slow and sensual«What do you want me to do?»he teased her,asking it to her now,kissing along her jaw and down her neck.

If he didn’t knew her better,with the list full look in her eyes,she wanted him to fuck of eat her«Unzip me.»she pleaded,forcing his hands behind her back to take the too tight dress off her immediately.

He chuckled between the kisses,savoring the sweet perfume of her skin and the delicious texture«Right here?»he asked,already knowing the answer.

Y/n nodded immediately,her heart was hammering in her chest and she could feel a second heartbeat pulsating in between her legs.She squeezed her thighs together to create some sort of friction,a little relief from the aching wet desire that made her a soaking mess in her most private parts.Daemon didn’t even had to touch there,just few crude and dirty words were enough to bend her at his will.

It scared her a bit,during those four months,she felt like the little troublesome girl that used to follow him everywhere,to do anything right just to have his attention,his approval,his praises.Before Daemon could untie her red dress,the wooden door across the throne room opened,a servant girl rushed in with the chilly breeze of the morning.

«My princess,my prince»Annora was breathing heavily,her cheeks were red from embarrassment«I apologize from my interruption,but prince Viserys is coming this way!»she informed them with a quick bow,fidgeting with her hands.

Y/n hair were still messy after being pulled and twisted between Daemon fingers.Her long eyelashes were wet with little droplets of tears,while her lips were red and bruised from all the hungry kisses that they shared.Even her dress was crumpled and the necklace on her pretty neck would’ve been difficult to hide with the neckline.

Daemon was still holding her close,his fingers burning through the fabric of her dress while he whispered in her ear«Fly away,my little bird.I’ll come to you tonight,make sure to wear only this necklace.»

With wobbly legs and a shaky breath,Y/n was walking faster that she could through the corridors of the castle.Her mind was still clouded with the imagine that Daemon had poisoned her with just few moments ago.The spark of desire was still flickering inside her as she made her way towards her older sister chambers.

«Ah,Y/n finally.»her sister greeted her as soon as she saw her coming in.

Aemma was sitting,or better,laying on a duvet right by the window and the morning light of the sun was bathing her in all its warmth.Her blonde hair were braided in a loosen braid that was resting on her right shoulder.Her pale face was tired,worn out by another sleepless night that was visible thanks to the dark circles under her eyes.Her heavy body was wrapped in a light azure nightgown,her swollen belly caressed carefully by her hand like it was going to explode at any moment.

But even though that,her eyes remained kind and a sweet smile was present on her face,her expression light in up when she saw her younger sister.The room was warm and empty,only the sweet intimacy for the two of them,filled with the pale smoke of incense that fluttered in the air creating abstract figures,and smelled with the creamy essence of flowers.

«Good morrow,your grace.»Y/n smiled,bowing her head.In her words a hint of teasing as she tried to suppress a little laugh.

Aemma rolled her eyes«Come and take a seat,you are late.»she made her notice,but her voice remained calm even though the annoyed look on her face.

The young princess did as her sister told her,sitting in the empty chair in front of her and the round table filled with the most delicious meals she could had asked for.Strawberry and lemon cakes,milk bread,butter biscuits,fresh fruits and warm tea.A nutrient and tasty breakfast like every morning,but this time with just the smell of her favorite sweetness,Y/n felt her stomach turn.

«I apologize.»she started,cleaning her hands with a napkin after she forcefully swallowed a bite of lemon cake«I was taking a fly,enjoying the weather outside like you should do.»she lied,she had also had to drink a big sip of cold milk,but the nausea was still present in her stomach.

Aemma took a deep breath,giving a little bite to the butter biscuit,it seemed that she had already started to eat before her sister came in«You know that Viserys doesn’t want me to move around and that i don’t like when you go to fly on that thing when i’m in this conditions»she said with an apprensive tone.

Her older sister was the only motherly figure that Y/n had ever looked up to,even though she had their grandmother raising her,Aemma was the one she always felt safe with,protected and understood.It was normal for the older one to take care of her,making sure that she was fine and nothing would’ve happened to her,that’s why she was still a bit salty about the fact that her little sister decided to claim a dragon and ride it whenever she had the occasion.

Y/n nodded«You don’t like me to go flying in any of your conditions.»she reminded her,all the time that they bickered about that topic.

«And yet,you still do.»Aemma complained,adjusting herself on the duvet.

«Do not worry,i’m fine.Did you sleep?»Y/n asked changing the topic of the conversation,her voice sounded muffled by the the cup pressed on her lips.

Her sister nodded,she looked very tired«I slept.»she sighed,caressing her big belly.

«How long?»the youngest said,on her face an expression of pure worry to witness her sister in such a tiredness but dutifully state.

«I don’t need mothering,Y/n.»Aemma tilted her head a bit on the soft pillow to take a better look of her younger sister,especially of the shiny necklace that adorned her pale neck.

Y/n put down her cup on the table«Isn’t this the reason you wanted me here with you?»she asked.

«I wanted you here to witness what you will be awaiting very soon.»her sister started,she sounded just like their grandmother,talking about their duty«One day you will be laying on a bed like this,serving the real like you are supposed to.»she told her with sour smile on her face.

Y/n felt like throwing up,her throat was burning and instinctively she placed a hand on her neck,playing with the cold steel.She had months,the one that her father granted her,to get used to the idea that in less than one she probably would end up like her sister.She had years of education that had prepared her for that moment,but she wasn’t ready.Not now that she finally had Daemon attention,if it was him she would’ve been the perfect wife,the most loving mother for their children.But she knew that this wasn’t part of their agreement,he didn’t wanted her for that.While she dreamed of a happy fairytale with her prince in shining armor,he was probably thinking about finding a new woman to satisfy him once she would become the Lady of Winterfell.

«I know what my duty is.»Y/n said,her eyes set low on the window watching the free birds flying away like she wished to do«It’s just-»

«It’s just they will not be his heirs you will be carrying,not him the man you are promised to.»Aemma whispered,and even thought her words were quiet they sounded like a million of broken glasses shattering inside her sister head.

Aemma always had the ability,the power to read her sister like a book.With just a look,she could tell everything that was going on inside her head,her fears,her hopes,every thought that revolves around him.

«I do not care or think about him.What happened the last month was just a misunderstanding-»Y/n started,now her eyes were glassy,shining under the sun light and her lower lip was trembling a bit.

«You think you got everybody fooled,don’t you?»her sister asked,she had sympathetic expression on her face«Well,you can’t fool me.I’ve known you for far too long and i can tell that,not matter how much you try to hide it,you care more about him than yourself.»she stated,talking quietly.

Her sister knew,even though she had never told her,she was aware of the situation.The secret meetings under the pale moonlight,the stolen glances,the lingering touches,the way Y/n had opened her heart once again to him.

«Y/n,he’s married and you are about to be.What were you thinking when you let Daemon toy with your mind like that?»Aemma didn’t sounded mad but disappointed,just like when her husband had informed her that his brother was in her sister chambers that one morning.

Y/n was playing,fidgeting with her fingers till blood came out from her fingertips.Swallowing the lump in her throat she didn’t had yet the courage to look in her sister eyes«I guess…that i thought that eventually he’d choose me.Asking for my hand and all of that.»she murmured.

Aemma hummed,shifting again to coming closer to her sister figure«Do you love him?»

Y/n stood there for a moment,the words still echoing in the room.In her mind she had ask herself that a million of times and she answered,but it was a totally different thing to say it out loud«I think i do.»she said with a broken voice.

She felt ashamed under her sister gaze,like she was naked and they didn’t have anymore that kind of intimacy anymore.She didn’t just failed her father who did everything to find her a good and suitable husband,her sister who was suppose to light her the right path to follow and herself to be naive enough to let herself fall in love with someone she shouldn’t have.

«Does he loves you?»her sister asked this time.

«Sometimes,in his own ways»Y/n answered.

It was the truth.He may did not loved her like she loved him,but Daemon did certainly loved the attention she gave him,the fact that she was there for him,that she would drop anything for him and that he was the only one who had such a strong grip on her.And it was enough,for her wanting was enough,living with the hope that one day he would’ve started to look at her under a different light and love her just like she did.

Her sister took a deep breath,closed her eyes for a moment then she took the napkin on the table a took Y/n hands in hers«Is this worth it?You have to be honest with me and yourself.»she started to explain,cleaning her sister fingertips affectionately«Whoever you want on your side has to be worth it,so is he?»she asked again,her hands were warms and gave Y/n a nostalgic feeling.

Sometime she wished that they were still the little girls who played with dolls together,that slept in the same bed during a thunderstorm of after a bad dream,that braided each other hair and didn’t had a single worried though about the life ahead.

«Yes.»Y/n lied,her eyelashes were wet and her nose was burning from keeping in the urge to cry.

«I’ll see what i can do.I will talk to our father and Viserys»Aemma informed her«Daemon marrige wasn’t consumed,so i think-»before she could finish,her younger sister thrown her arms around her neck.

Y/n was on her knees on the wooden floor,she had carefully brought her sister closer to her and now she was crying in her safe embrace,shaking and sobbing quietly while Aemma was caressing her back lovingly«You would do this for me?»

«There is nothing i wouldn’t do for you.»

Y/n had waited for him that night just like she had promised him.After spending the rest of the morning lulled in between her sister arms and the evening flying around with her dragon,Dreamfyre,to avoid Viserys lecture,she set up all pretty in her bedroom.

As soon as the sun went down and the moon took it place,shining with pale rays in the dark sky,her lover made his way to her.Daemon had found her with all her beauty exposed to him,her soft and silky skin smelled like roses,her flat stomach and perky breast thr sweetest invitation.Her bare legs were shaking while she was sitting on her knees on the soft mattress of her bed,her delicious thighs quivering under his hungry gaze.

Y/n had longed all day to feel his lips on her neck,his fingers tracing her shoulder blades.Bites and kisses down her back,but mostly she had missed the feeling of him,of his weight on top of her.

Daemon took her by the wrist,tying them together with one of the golden ribbons she had in her hair and held her arms down to the bed.He leaned over and kissed her,hard.Then looking at her straight in the eyes,he made one thing perfectly clear and the biggest mistake he could’ve done that night«You are mine.»he said in Valyrian,biting and nibbling her bottom lip.

Y/n mind clouded with pure lust«I’m yours.»she panted,her heart was racing furiously in her heavy chest.

She searched her hands clawed for a handhold on the white sheets as he took her,after manhandling her on her hands and knees and shoving her crying face into the pillow.Daemon wound his hand in her hair and pulled her back,her mouth open in a soundless scream,an airless breath.She had no thought in the moment,she could only feel.

The next morning with the first lights of the sunrise,the golden rays filling the room with warmth,Daemon was still there.Laying in on his back in her bed,his eyes were closed and the sheets were covering his pale and toned body from his waist down.He felt the soft warm weight of her breast,the heat irradiating from her smooth skin,against his chest and the soft touch of her hand on the stubble of his cheek.

It was moments like this,the soft and intimate time that they shared,that scared him the most.When he realized that he fucked everything up,he had a clear and specific plan in his mind but her beautiful eyes,her joyful smile,her stubbornness and good heart ruined everything.Normally he wouldn’t think twice about taking what he wanted,without asking for permission and without looking at anyone in the face.

The night before,right after dinner,Daemon had a small chat with his older brother.Viserys had took him outside,walking together under the stars and on the calm and empty shore«Aemma and i talked quiet a lot this evening.»his brother started,kicking away with his feet little stones on the sand.

Daemon only hummed,a light groan while he nodded without adding anything«I can give you my blessing,so that your affairs will not damage her reputation even more.»Viserys said with a tone that didn’t suited a King to be,but a brother tired of the situation.

«There is no need»Daemon spoke«Y/n is a princess,no one will question her virtue.»he wouldn’t care about that,he never did.

Viserys stopped on his tracks,his face was turning red and his tiredness into anger.He had already plenty of things to think about and of course his brother,being without a limit,would’ve find a way to become another problem for him to solve.

«You need to take your responsibility!You are not a child anymore and you can’t just use her at your liking!»Viserys outraged,pointing a finger on his younger brother chest.

«She surely doesn’t complain about it.»Daemon informed him,chuckling between himself«You should hear her when she begs me to-»

He wasn’t drunk,maybe a bit tipsy after drinking all the fine wife he had brought from Leng,but when Viserys harshly grabbed him and shoved him down on the cold sand,he didn’t had the time to react.Daemon had find himself tackled to the ground,couching after his back landed and the breath was kicked out of his chest.

Viserys was never a fighter,he certainly would’ve never won against his younger brother,but his affection,the way he cared for his little cousin and the rage blinding before his eyes didn’t stopped him«I’ll always been too good to you and so she was.I’ll give you two options:you stay here,married to her and taking care of her or you will leave her alone.»he ordered,hovering over him with a stern tone.

«She wants me to be a better man and that’s mean i can’t be who i am»Daemon said out loud,his voice was thin as the soft breeze.«As soon as your wife will deliver your heir,she will be gone from my life.I won’t follow or search for her.»he continued,his eyes were heavy and a burning sensation was making it difficult to breath.

It was the first time he had admitted it out loud,the scary shadow of not being enough for her,of not wanting to be what she deserved had appeared so many moons ago.But it never stopped him from taking what he wanted from her,he wasn’t a good man,he had killed people and now he was slowly killing her too.And he knew that,and the fact that he was too selfish to care was the pure demonstration that he needed to leave her alone before it was too late.

Viserys got up a little,sitting on his sandy knees he looked at his brother with disgust and pity«You had played with her enough.»he said,his words harsh as a dagger«You will leave tomorrow morning.»he informed him.

Now,in the first hours of the morning,Daemon was still laying in her bed«Don’t stare at me.»he murmured with his eyes still closed,he could feel her loving gaze tracing his features.

Y/n had a smile growing on her face while her cheeks heated up«I’m not staring»she pouted defending herself,her chin was prompted on his chest«I’m just admiring you.»she informed him with a sleepy voice.

Daemon groaned,covering his face with his left arm«That’s creepy.»

She gasped,like she was pretending to be offended«It’s romantic.»she corrected him immediately,leaving a small kiss on his jaw.

He opened his eyes,beautiful purple looking down at her like two precious stones but the rarest one it was her«Good morning.»he breathed out,even thought he was awake from few hours now he sounded tired.

Y/n was laying on top of him,only a few inches away,in all her beauty and the innocence that he had stolen from her once again written all over her body.Her hair were a tangled mess of silver strands,from all the pulling of the night before,on her thighs and rib cage purple bruises blossomed on the delicate skin like flowers but the imagine of his palms and fingers.

Daemon never saw a more beautiful thing in his life,his heart ached in chest while he was tracing them with his fingertips«Does it hurt?»he asked then,massaging the soft flesh.

Y/n shook her head immediately«I like them.»

«You liked them?»he chuckled,not really surprised by her immediate answer.

«They prove that i’m yours.»she murmured quietly,looking down to avoid the truth in his eyes.

Maybe,Daemon thought often,there’s was a version of this world where he could’ve been a good man for her.A warm and sunny place,where people there were always happy and pain didn’t exsisted.Where he was man enough,a proper one that could be a suitable husband for her.Other times instead he thought that it was her fault,why was she so sweet to him even after he made clear that he didn’t care about her in that way?Why was she so stubborn ?What did she saw in him,so special that was worth to fall in love with?

Without an answer from him,Y/n got up a little,now sitting on the mattress and covering her chest with the blanket«I talked to my sister yesterday and she could help us.»her throat was dry,her voice just a whisper as the fear of his rejection took control of her body.

Daemon closed his eyes for a moment,just few seconds ago they were enjoying each other presence.Tangled in white sheets and their passion,for an outsider they could looked like normal married couple that was spending the morning together,but there’s was so many more to see.

«I talked to Viserys and we had an agreement for this situation.»he informed her,getting up from the bed he walked naked till the chair where his clothes were sitting.«I will fly est after breakfast.»he continued,putting on his shirt.

He had other plans,he would’ve waited till she was in her sister chambers like every morning to leave without saying a word to her.He knew that she would’ve hated him,thinking that he had decided that she wasn’t good enough for him anymore without telling her why or without a goodbye.

Y/n followed him with her eyes full of hopes,her chest quivering as her heart was racing furiously«Where a we going?»she asked,fighting the smile that was growing on her face.

Aemma really did the miracle,Y/n thought.Could she finally had the man who had her heart since she was a child?Could she finally have her fairytale,being happy with him forever?It felt like a dream coming true,all the times that she had to remember to herself that this wasn’t going to last,all the agonizing pain she went through knowing the would never be hers sounded like a distant memory.

But Daemon was quick to burst down her bubble,the perfect little world that she had created in her head was just a mere illusion.A stupid and comforting lie that she lived in.

«I’ll go to Pentos,you’ll stay here.»he told her,sitting down to wear his boots.

«You are right.»Y/n stated and for a brief moment he hoped that she understood the situation«I have to stay here with my sister till the babe is born.But you will come and get me after so that we can get-»she was talking too fast for his liking,giving him a headache.

Daemon interrupted her immediately,taking a deep breath«Y/n,let me make things clear so that even your little brain could get them:there is no us.There is me,who will go to Pentos,and then there is you,who will marry Lord Stark.»his words were like a sharp slap in the face.

But what hurt the most was that just for a brief moment,she had left herself be stupid enough,blind enough to think that maybe,deep down,he wanted her just as much as she did.

She felt vulnerable under his gaze,instinctively she brought her knees up to her chest covering herself more«B-But you said…you said that you had agreed with him.»she tried so hard to keep the desperate cry in,tears were pushing behind her eyes,her throat and nose burning.

Daemon let out a sight,passing a hand upon his tired face«You had also agreed with me to not get romantically involved with this.»he spat out,breathing through his nose.

«I know»she said with a tiny voice,she looked just like a small child«But i thought-»she wanted to explain.

He cut her off immediately«No,you didn’t thought.As always you are too dumb for that and you had to ruin this.»he was being mean on purpose,it would made it easier for him to let go knowing that she hated him.

Y/n face was red,hot tears were streaming down her beautiful face,her sad missed the magical sparkle that they used to had whenever she looked at him«Forgive me for my love.Forgive me for ruining you with my love.»she sobbed out.

Even in that moment she was blaming herself,not him and it made him even more furious «You are so pathetic.For gods sake,i can’t believe that i had wasted my time on you.»he thought out loud.

Her shoulders were shaking,just like the hand that was still holding the covers up her chest«Then what are you still doing here?Just leave me alone if i was such a waste of time!»she screamed with a broken voice.

Daemon heart slowed a bit,even though it had all started as a way to spend his time,even though she was just an hobby in the beginning of everything,he had grown very fond of her presence.It felt nice,warm and comforting like a blanket,having her on his side at the end of the day.To see her smile because of him,to feel her safe enough around him to reveal him her deepest fears and her most treasured dreams.

«With pleasure.»he dryly answered,turning around without a second look in her direction.

With the sound of the door closing behind him,Y/n swore that she heard her heart shattering in her chest and the urge of throwing up rising up her throat.Sliding down the bed like a worm,she hovered her bedpan letting go of everything that she had held inside,that horrible nauseous feeling that she had growing up in her stomach for the past week.

She really looked pathetic,watching herself in the long length mirror beside her bed just to see a delusional and idiotic little girl that never learns her lessons.Naked and stinking of vomit,with shaky hands she ripped of the necklace that seemed to burn her skin before harshly throwing it away somewhere in the room.

«Stupid»she scolded herself,brining again her knees to her chest.

Just a few moments later,the door opened again and the sound of hurried footsteps coming closer«Princess!»Annora voice sounded out of breath,her gentle face was pale and worried.

«I’m alright,Annora.»Y/n said,drying her cheeks and red eyes with the back of her hand«I just wish to be left alone.»she continued clearing her throat.

But Annora expression didn’t changed a bit«I’m afraid that you’ll have to come with me,my princess.»the handmaiden suggested.

«And why is that?»Y/n asked.

The next words made her heart drop in her stomach:«Princess Aemma is in labour.»

A moment of happiness,gods a whole moment of happiness was really too much for her to ask?Why the world was so harsh on her?It was beyond her understanding,but nature worked like this sometimes.

Nature does not ask for permission,it had nothing to do with her wishes and wether she liked her it laws or disliked them,she was bound to accept them as it was and consequently all the conclusions.

It had been a week since Aemma,her older sister,had died alongside her child,a girl that she wanted to name after Y/n.

The young princess had rushed to her side,wearing only a nightgown and kneeling besides her bed.Her sister looked sick,a trembling pale shell of herself«It’s too soon,my baby won’t survive!»she had cried,holding her younger sister hand.

Y/n felt the world crumbling completely under her,she had to fought the urge to desperately crying out and screaming till her lungs would had given out.But she had to be the strong one for both of them,only Aemma could cry and being scared.Not her,Y/n had to be there to comfort her.

«It’s alright»Y/n lied with a heavy breath,placing a loving kiss on her sister sweaty forehead«This one is just eager to be with us.»she reassured her.

It was a lie,her sister was eight months pregnant and the Maester had whispered into her ear that there was high chances that both of them wouldn’t survive.So it was,Aemma had lost so much blood and her daughter was so small and fragile when Y/n took a look at the little creature wrapped in the white cloth.

A week later,after she saw her sister and niece lifeless bodies being burned by Dreamfyre,respecting the Targaryen tradition,she just wanted to close herself in her room but she couldn’t.

The funeral took place outside the castle,on one of the green hills that overlooked the sea.It was quiet,sunny day as everyone gathered around the pyre.Y/n had her hair tied up,the peaceful breeze hitting her wet and delicate rosy cheeks,stained with tears.She was wearing a long black dress while,between her fingers she held her sister ring,a golden one with the Arryn banner on it.

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.Y/n knew that time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of the people that she cared for will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone so close,someone that she hoped would’ve always been there for her. Aemma death felt like walking up the stairs to her bedroom in the dark,and thinking there is one more stair than there is.Y/n foot falls down, through the air,and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as she was trying and readjust the way she thought of things.

Everything around was silent,only the sniffling sound of choked sobs and the waves crushing down the shore.No one dared to move,not her father,who came immediately after his younger daughter had sent the most heartbreaking news of his life.Not the hand of the king,Ser Otto Hightower who came to express his condolences in the name of King Jaehaerys.Not Viserys,who was only a few steps from her,in a dark cloak,it was a miracle that he was still able to stand on his one two feet.

«They are waiting for you.»from behind her,in a quiet whisper,Daemon was only a few inches away from her with his head down and his tongue rolling around every Valyrian word.

Y/n let out a shaky breath,he had decided to stay,just for the mourning time,but it didn’t changed nothing between them«Do you think that he would’ve be happy to have a daughter?»she asked,her tired glassy eyes looking at her niece lifeless body.

She remembered how Aemma was worried about the idea of being incapable of deliver a heir.But she knew that both her sister and her husband would’ve loved her and took care of her,if only things were different.

She felt Daemon coming closer,his hand were warm on her back giving her support«Viserys needs you now,more that he ever had.»he said,caressing her shaky figure.

Y/n shook her head,forcing out a choked sob«I can’t be my sister.»holding the ring close to her lips.

She had heard the whispers,saw stolen glances,the apologetics expression and forced smiles sent her way.Just the day after her sister lost,she had spent all of her time on Viserys side.

«The world is very quiet now that she is not around.»she stated,sitting next to him in his chambers.

It was the truth,Aemma took everything that was most beautifull in the world with her.

Viserys eyes were lost somewhere on the floor,it seemed that he had already finished his tears«I know that she is gone,but her absence is killing me.I wish I could’ve help her-»his voice was dry and trembling.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat,caressing his back lovingly«You did everything that you could.Sometimes thing are simply bigger than us.»she tried to comfort him.

She had to be the stronger one in this situation too,Viserys was her first real friend and now he needed her support«Perhaps you’re right.»he sniffled«I just wished that they wouldn’t be feasting on my wife and daughter dead bodies,pushing me to marry again already.»he murmured with a broken tone.

King Jaehaerys health declined very fast in the past few months,to the point where the monarch couldn’t get out of bed.Ser Otto,his hand,was already planning to find a suitable wife for the new King,suggesting Y/n. As the first option,she had only heard it from her father chambers but it wasn’t official yet.

«We were always meant to say goodbye,weren’t we?»she asked with a hand placed on her stomach,she didn’t noticed that she had started to cry again.

Daemon cleared his throat,his eyes were burning«Yeah.I think so.»

A sour smile on Y/n face«I loved you though.I really did.»she admitted without shame this time.

A pause,only the wind was heard before he breathed out«I know.Sometimes i did it too.»

A week later Y/n laid under her covers,refusing to eat or to see anyone.She smelled,not taking a bath in days,her face was worn out,from her red and puffy eyes not a single tears could come out anymore.A small hand caressing her stomach,an ironic and bittersweet laugh stuck in the back of her throat.

The same day that she had lost a life,she had found out that one was growing inside of her.The moment her sister had closed her eyes forever and she saw the pained and desperate expression on Viserys face,he who was holding his dead daughter to his chest,Y/n felt her body betraying her.

She fainted,collapsing on the cold floor and waking up moments later in her chambers,laying on her bed with a heavy head and an empty heart«What happened?»she had asked confused.

Annora was the only one present in the room,she was sniffing and her eyes were glued on the ground«You fainted,princess»the Maester informed her,sitting on a chair next to her bed.

Y/n tried to get up,throwing the covers away from her body«I don’t care.I need to be with my sister»she cried out,stumbling on her feet.

«My princess»Annora said carefully,catching her in time«Maybe you should sit down and listen to what the Maester have to say.»she told her with a tender voice.

«What is it?»Y/n asked,she just wanted to run outside her room and never come back.

«You are with a child,princess.»Maester Mellos had told her with an apologetic smile.

Laying under the warm covers,the pillow was still wet,dump in all the tears and screams that kept her awake the night before.Her sister dreamed to become a mother since they were little,the idea of taking care of her own small child always had Aemma in ecstasy but right now,the same idea had Y/n wanting to throw up if she had ate something.That’s explained the nauseous feeling in her stomach for the past few weeks.

She didn’t told Daemon,how could she trapped him or hold on to someone who doesn’t want to stay?She wished she could find comfort in the thought that in another universe,in another life, they have their happy ending.Everyone was happy and alive and together.But she could only feel the aching sadness at the realization that they won’t have their happy ending here.

She did told Viserys,one night he came in her chambers.He looked tired,shy and unsure«As the future King i have to marry again in order to have an heir and strength our house.»he started,sitting down her bed and looking straight in her eyes.

Y/n already knew,both her father and Ser Otto had spoken to her about this matter after the funeral«I will take care of you,like i promised to my sister.»she had accepted her fate,still hearing Aemma final wishes in her ears.

Viserys smiled sadly down at her«You will be a good Queen and a fine wife.»he reassured her.

She shook her head,her hand still caressing her belly«What kind of wife ruin her husband reputation with a bastard child?Let alone the King one?»she whimpered out ashamed.

He followed the movements of her hand,playing his warm one on top of hers«Does he know?»he asked with a tender voice,it Viserys,her first friend,her cousin and future husband who was talking,it didn’t surprised her the fact that he wasn’t mad at her.

«No.»she informed him and the man in front of her looked relieved.

«How far are you?»Viserys asked again.

Y/n cleared her throat,sniffling a bit«The Maester said two weeks.»she softly said,two weeks since she had forgot her moon tea.

Nodding«We will get married before the end of the summer»he announced swallowing hard,his next words made them cry in each other arms«And I promise you that this child will be a Targaryen and the heir to my throne.»

Daemon had left one morning.Just few days later of the wedding announcement.Suddenly. Without a warning.Without a goodbye.Or rather a farewell.It was so sudden that she first wondered if he had really existed.A beautiful dream.It must be.She slept too much.But the awakening was brutal.The child in her stomach. A farewell present,she supposed.A son who didn’t look like her.Who looks a little too much like him. A reminder.The dream had indeed existed,but it was never meant to last.He wasn’t hers but losing him broke her heart anyway.

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