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goldfades · 9 months ago

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★ RIZZLER P ─── PB⁵ (part 2/2)

౨ৎ ─ summary | part one -> y/n is a youtuber and on the cancelled podcast, she reveals she has a crush on paige bueckers. y/n gets invited to her first game of the season and they have a lot of fun! part one!!!!!!!!!!!

─ warnings | literally nothing but banter and fun, slight paige slander (but its from kk and ice so its ok), idk what else. oh brooke and tana being protective but its in a sweet way. also i love this mini series i loved it

─ ev's notes | sooo im trying out a semi-new format, lmk if yall like it!!!!!!!

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Paige 💕 (paigebueckers) started following you.

Paige 💕 wants to send you a message. Hey, I heard you were into D1 basketball players? 😉

The message stuck out to you, your stomach dropping as you read the message request. You couldn't help but grin as you read her playful message, the nervous energy in your stomach now morphing into a thrilling anticipation. With shaky hands, you tapped on the message request, your heart pounding in your chest.

You couldn't believe Tana's advice had actually worked ─ talking about them on a podcast was the best rizz, apparently.

With trembling hands, you typed out a response, trying to come across confident despite the fluttering of nerves in your stomach.

Y/N 🎀 hi, you saw the episode?

Y/N 🎀 god i'm so embarrassed, sorry if you keep getting bombarded with questions from my fans lol. they mean well i swear 😫

You exited out of Instagram and tapped on iMessage, quickly getting into your group-chat with the girls.

we ❤️ white claws

y/n | GUESS WHO DM'D ME

tana | PAIGE BUECKERS???????

brooke | it better be paige or ur just blue balling us atp

y/n | yes it was paigeeee! *sends screenshot*

brooke | omgggg she's flirting with you!!!!

tana | what did i say bro?? what did i say?????

y/n | tysm tana ur literally the fucking best

As you were typing out your message to the groupchat, your phone buzzed. You looked up at the message, a smile spreading on your lips.

Paige 💕 Haha, yeah, I saw the episode. Don't worry about it, it's all good :)

Paige 💕 And no need to apologize, ur fans are really funny lol

You closed your phone, shutting your eyes as you swallowed a squeal of excitement.

The thrill of talking to Paige was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You'd thought she was attractive since you'd first gotten into basketball back in high school (yes, it was because of your ex but that's besides that point), and it was surreal now that she was not only talking to you ─ she was hitting on you.

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It had been a few weeks since you'd began talking to Paige and since then, you'd exchanged phone numbers and were talking every single day. She was sending you good morning texts, she made sure to do an fit check every morning, and you found yourself eagerly awaiting each message from her. The thrill of talking to Paige hadn't faded; if anything, it had only intensified as you got to know her better.

However, you knew since the season was beginning she wasn't going to be as free as she was before. You didn't mind, of course ─ you were just happy you were able to talk to her at all. These last couple days had been busy for her and you hadn't been able to talk to her, but this morning you'd gotten something in the mail that you were sure you didn't order.

You ripped it open to reveal Paige's jersey, and it was even signed at the bottom. You couldn't believe it, your heart swelling with warmth at the unexpected gesture from her. Holding the jersey in your hands, you couldn't help but smile at the thoughtfulness behind her gift.

As if on cue, your phone began buzzing in your pocket and you pulled it out. You quickly accepted the Facetime, a grin on your face as you answered.

"Oh my god, you're insane."

"What? You got the jersey?" Paige feigned shock, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grinned at you through the screen. "I have no idea how that got there."

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yeah, I got it. Thank you so much, Paige. It's... it's amazing."

Paige's smile softened, her eyes warm with affection. "You're welcome. I just wanted to show my appreciation for you, you know?"

You felt a swell of warmth in your chest. "Well, it definitely made my day. Thanks, P. I really mean it."

Paige smirked as she took you in through the Facetime. "So, I guess you'll have to wear it to my games now, right? You can't let this signed jersey go to waste."

"Is that an invitation, P?" You teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as you grinned at Paige through the screen. The idea of attending Paige's games in her signed jersey filled you with excitement, and you couldn't wait to cheer her on from the stands.

Paige chuckled, her smirk widening. "Yeah, you down? You know our first game's on Thursday night, I'll get you floor tickets and everything."

You didn't think she was serious but the more you thought about it, the more you realized she might actually be serious. The excitement bubbled up within you at the thought of attending Paige's game, especially with floor tickets.

"Are you serious?" you asked, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

"Well, uh. I know it's a long flight but I wanna see you. I'll fly you out, I'll show you around and we can spend some time together, and stuff." Paige's usual confident demeanor was replaced with a touch of nervousness, her eyes searching yours for a reaction.

"Paige, are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of spending time together in person was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and you couldn't believe that Paige was offering to fly you out just to see her.

Paige nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Of course, I would. I mean, if you want to."

"Yeah, of course I would. You're sure?" You spoke softly but earnestly. Flights were expensive, especially when they were as last minute as this.

Paige let out a dramatic sigh as she nodded. "Yes, bro. Yes or no?"

"Yeah, of course. Gosh, so impatient." You teased as Paige laughed through the Facetime.

Paige chuckled, her laughter filling the screen as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, good. Now show me how my jersey looks on you, put it on for me."

You blushed slightly as you nodded, taking the jersey as you walked up the stairs of your house. You couldn't believe it ─ you were flying out to meet Paige in less than a week. You were going to meet Paige Bueckers in less than a week.

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"Y/N L/N is flying out to see your ass?" KK's voice sounded shocked as sat up on the bed, her eyes wide and her jaw slightly dropped in disbelief.

Paige kept her eyes on her phone as she nodded slowly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She tried to keep the whole nonchalant thing going up but her friends could see right through it.

Paige couldn't help but smirk at KK's shocked reaction, though she attempted to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Yeah, she is," she replied casually, her fingers tapping away on her phone.

"She's coming to watch us play, like on Thursday?" KK repeated slowly as she tried to process the information, her eyes still wide with astonishment. "Seriously?"

Paige shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, seriously. Why is it so hard to believe?"

Ice, who had been lounging next to KK, chimed in with a smile. "Sounds like you're getting serious, P. Bringing her to a game? That's basically a relationship milestone."

Paige rolled her eyes playfully at Ice's comment. "It's not like that, Ice. We're just friends."

"Does she know that? You're such a fuckboy, Paige." Ice rolled her eyes as she exchanged a look with KK.

Paige couldn't help but laugh at Ice's teasing, though she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of you. "Trust me, Ice, she knows. And I'm not a fuckboy, I'm just... being a good friend."

KK chuckled, nudging Ice playfully. "Come on, Ice, let's not scare Paige away from the relationship talk."

"Bro, fuck off," Paige groaned as she sighed, leaning back in the gaming chair.

Paige knew she liked you but at this point, she'd only been texting you for a month and before she could be official with you, she'd have to spend time with you in real life. Plus, you lived in California and long distance was not the ideal for her.

"Are we getting those live show tickets or..." KK began as Paige sent her a glare. She put up her hands in defense as Ice let out a small laugh, shaking her head in amusement.

"Don't worry, we can ask her Thursday," Ice teased as she leaned back in the bed, her grin widening.

"Bro, you better leave her alone-"

"Ooo, she's getting possessive already. You have to remember it's Y/N, bro, she's definitely going to have some fans too." KK laughed, joining in on the teasing with a playful smirk.

Paige rolled her eyes at her friends' banter, though she couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement at their antics. "Guys, come on. Let's not make a big deal out of it."

KK chuckled, nudging Ice with her elbow. "Oh, come on, Paige, we'll behave."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Paige retorted as the girls laughed.

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Y/N 🎀 posted on her story !

You were incredibly nervous and the noise of the crowded stadium didn't do much to calm your already frayed nerves. It was your first time meeting Paige in person, and the anticipation had been building up inside you since the moment you boarded the plane to Connecticut.

The plan was to originally go to a pre-game dinner but it didn't really work out because of the traffic and the hectic schedule leading up to the game. Instead, Paige suggested meeting directly at the stadium, where she would give you a tour and introduce you to some of her teammates before the game started.

As you made your way through the crowds, your heart pounded with nervous excitement. Thoughts raced through your mind, wondering if Paige would like you in person as much as she seemed to over text, if you would have enough to talk about, and if you'd be able to keep your nerves in check. You were a nervous wreck, your stomach twisting in anxiety.

You couldn't help but feel a knot forming in your stomach as you scanned the crowd, searching for Paige among the sea of faces. Suddenly, you spotted her standing near the entrance to the court, her eyes scanning the crowd with a look of concentration. Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact, and a wave of relief washed over you.

God, she was even more attractive in real life. Her hair was in her signature braided ponytail and had worn some light make-up, her lashes long and her cheeks pink with blush.

Paige's face lit up with a bright smile as she caught sight of you, and she began weaving her way through the crowd towards you. Your nerves melted away as she drew closer, and before you knew it, her arms wrapped around you in a light embrace.

She was even taller than you expected ─ she practically towered over you, but her embrace felt warm and comforting. As she pulled back, you couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with excitement as she scanned your outfit.

"You're wearing the jersey!" She exclaimed as her eyes took you in, she had no shame in the fact she was checking you out. You didn't miss the way she bit her lip and how her eyes lingered, your face flushing with warmth at her gaze.

"Yeah, I wanted to show my support," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering of nerves in your stomach. "Plus, it's pretty comfy."

Paige grinned, her smile widening at your response. "Well, you look amazing in it. Maybe even better than I do," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but laugh at her teasing, your blush deepening as you looked up at the taller girl. "You're such a flirt,"

Paige bit her lip as her head fell back as she laughed, her laughter filling the air around you and sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Nah, I wasn't even trying that time."

Before you could reply, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to meet the gazes of two girls and a boy, their expressions nervous and excited. "Oh my god, we are such big fans!"

You smiled instantly as you turned your attention toward them. "Aw, thank you, guys. That means the world, would you like a picture?"

The trio's faces lit up with excitement as they nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!" one of the girls exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

"Can she take the picture?" One of the girls asked as she gestured toward Paige. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her hands in her pockets as she exchanged a glance toward you.

"Uh, sure."

You and the fans gathered closer, posing for the picture as Paige stepped back to frame the shot. With a quick press of the button, the photo was taken, capturing the moment. As the fans thanked you both and walked away, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. You glanced toward the blonde as she began laughing, shaking her head.

"What?" You asked as she drew closer to you.

Paige shrugged. "I just kinda forgot you're like famous, or whatever. It kinda gives me like... an ego boost, not gonna lie."

You couldn't help but laugh at Paige's comment, her candidness adding to the lightheartedness of the moment. "Why?"

"You're like this really pretty girl who's super funny and has like, a whole fanbase. And you flew out to see me, you told everyone on your friend's podcast that you had a crush on me and now you're here, just casually hanging out with me, wearing my jersey like it's no big deal," Paige explained, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

You laughed at her explanation, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words. "Well, to be fair, you're also this incredible basketball player who's basically taking the WNBA world by storm. And you invited me to your game, so I'd say we're pretty even."

"You're boosting my ego even more though, I hope you know that," Paige replied with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You chuckled, feeling a sense of ease settle between you. "Just returning the favor," you teased, nudging her playfully.

"Okay, I'ma let me show you around now," Paige grinned as she gestured for you to keep walking. Her hands found your waist and began guiding you through the halls, her touch unexpected but undoubtedly welcome.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the contact, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. With Paige's arm around your waist, guiding you through the busy stadium corridors, you felt a sense of intimacy that was both thrilling and comforting.

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As you sat in the stands, surrounded by cheering fans and the energy of the game, your heart raced with excitement. You stole glances at Paige on the court, marveling at her skill and grace as she played. Despite your nerves, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you were there to support her.

She was so attractive (even while running around and sweating), she reminded you how much you loved hoopers. The way she moved, the intensity in her eyes as she focused on the game, it all captivated you. Even in the midst of competition, she exuded a confidence and poise that was undeniably attractive.

Your eyes stayed on her the entire game, not paying much attention to anything else. You were so enamored with Paige that you hardly noticed the passage of time. Every movement she made seemed effortless, every shot she took seemed destined to find the net.

As the game reached its end, with the score neck and neck, Paige seemed to rise to the occasion, her determination shining through in every play. And when she sank the winning shot in the final seconds of the game, the crowd erupted into cheers, the sound reverberating throughout the stadium.

You couldn't help but leap to your feet, cheering along with the rest of the fans as you watched Paige celebrate with her teammates on the court.

As the crowd began to disperse and the energy of the game slowly subsided, you made your way down to the court, eager to congratulate Paige. As you approached her, a wide grin spread across her face, and she pulled you into a tight hug, the euphoria of the win still palpable in the air.

Paige didn't care if people took pictures or if people decided to gossip about it later; all she cared about was you being there in that moment.

"You looked really good out there," the words came out of your mouth before you could really process them. Paige pulled out from the hug with a laugh, her arms still around your shoulders.

"And you looked really sexy in the stands, wearing my jersey." Paige smirked playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she teased you.

"I felt like a NBA trophy wife, I was clapping all cutesy cause I knew people were taking pictures of me," you quipped, feeling a rush of excitement at Paige's playful banter. Her laughter was infectious, and you found yourself grinning in response.

Paige chuckled, giving you a playful nudge with her shoulder. "Well, you definitely looked the part," she teased, her tone affectionate as she leaned in closer to you.

You laughed along with her, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in her presence. "Guess I'll have to start practicing my trophy wife wave for next time," you replied with a playful wink.

"Ooo, next time? Does that mean you'll visit me again?" Paige teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at you.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her at her words. "Of course," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "But only if you make me a WNBA wife, P."

She squinted as if she was thinking about it, earning a playful shove from you. "I'm just playing, you're the only girl."

"I'd hope so," you scoffed as you playfully rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Paige grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, lucky for you, you're my favorite girl," she replied, her tone soft and affectionate.

"So there are other girls?" You teased as she groaned playfully, earning a laugh from you. "I'm just your favorite-"

"That's not what I meant, you're the only one who's wearing my signed jersey, that I sent directly to your house and you're the only one who gets good morning texts and fit checks." Paige countered, her playful smirk widening into a genuine smile.

You couldn't help but laugh at her response, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness fill your chest. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you replied, your tone light and teasing.

Before Paige could reply, she saw Ice and KK approaching from behind you. She sighed as you turned around, meeting their excited gaze.

Paige sighed playfully as she turned to greet Ice and KK, who were clearly eager to join in on the conversation. "Hey, what's up, you two?" she greeted them with a smile, her eyes flickering with amusement.

Ice and KK exchanged a knowing look before KK grinned mischievously. "So, are we interrupting something here?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Paige rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Y/N, this is KK and Ice. Don't worry about them though, they're just stupid freshman who think they're the shit-"

"Bro, says you!" KK shouted as you laughed, exchanging a smile with Ice.

"I know who you guys are, P talks about you a lot," you said, offering a friendly smile to KK and Ice. "Nice to finally meet you both."

KK's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, really? What does she say about us?" she asked eagerly, leaning in closer with a playful grin.

Paige let out a groan, shooting you an amused glance before replying, "Only good things, I promise."

"Yeah, she loves you guys." You smiled as you glanced between Paige, KK, and Ice. "Always talking about your antics and how you keep things interesting."

"She talks about you too, like nonstop." KK began before she earned a shove from a very flustered Paige.

Ice continued, "We thought she was lying until we watched your episode with Tana and Brooke, then we were confused cause you like Paige?"

"Why are you saying it like that? Paige?" Paige mocked Ice, earning a laugh from you and KK.

"Cause Y/N's like a whole baddie, like a 20/20 and you're just like... mid at basketball," Ice explained as Paige sent her a playful glare. "People are gonna be really confused until they see how much you make, then they'll be like ohh,"

"Shut up, bro," Paige replied, but there was a fondness in her tone as she exchanged playful banter with Ice. "It's not about basketball skills, it's about the person."

"Sure, sure," KK chimed in with a grin. "We all know you're a catch, Paige. But hey, if Y/N's into it, who are we to judge?"

You laughed at the girls banter, exchanging a smile with Paige as Ice and KK did the same. "Y/N, we have a question."

"Oh no, bro," Paige groaned as KK nudged her slightly, telling her to be quiet as you nodded, laughing softly.

"Can you get us tickets to Tana and Brooke's shows? Please, we really really wanna go," KK asked, her excitement palpable.

You couldn't help but chuckle at KK's eagerness. "Sure! I'll reach out to them get you guys some," you replied with a smile, already mentally making a note to message Tana and Brooke about it later.

Paige rolled her eyes playfully. "Great, now you're getting my girl to do favors for you," she joked, earning a laugh from both you and KK.

"Your girl?" Ice responded as she raised her brow. "Okay, I see you P, already locking it down."

Paige's cheeks flushed slightly as she playfully nudged Ice. "Shut up, Ice. You know what I mean."

KK leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Oh, we know what you mean, Paige. You're just too scared to admit it."

"Okay, well. Thank you so much, Y/N, you're even more stunning in person. I'll leave you guys to it, now," Ice smirked as she grabbed KK and began walking off the court, toward the team.

Paige let out a sigh before she turned over to meet your eyes, a softness to softness to her expression that made your heart flutter. "Sorry about them, they're like that all the time," she said with a chuckle.

You shook your head with a smile, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "No, no, they seem really sweet. They remind me of Tana and Brooke though," you laughed as Paige nodded.

"Uh, sure!" Paige teased as you shook your head in amusement. "I need to go take a shower but um, maybe you can come over?"

Your smile widened at the request as you nodded. "Yeah, sounds like fun."

Again, her hand found the small of your back as she led you toward the team. She was soon reminded of a team celebration they were planning on doing later and the girls insisted on bringing you, she realized that you had become their favorite, too.

But she couldn't blame them, you were perfect.

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tana mongeau (tanamongeau) started following you. Brooke (brookeschofield) started following you.

tana mongeau wants to send you a message. hurt her and you die, got it blondie ?? not joking btw

Brooke wants to send you a message. Heard you & Y/N had a fun time this weekend! You seem like such a sweet girl, would love to have you on the pod sometime. Promise we'll keep it PG 🤗

Brooke Oh and go huskies!!!! 😁

Paige glanced at her phone with a slight groan, shaking her head. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me,"

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capitanooos · 1 month ago

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crawling back to you // dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- summary : you attempt to move on after an unfortunate breakup, yet the date does not go as planned at all.

-`♡´- warnings : erm angst, sad, alcohol, abuse (nikolai ;-;), its a couple of punches, mentions of blood, flashsbacks, crying dima (yes), idk what else lmk if i missed sum

-`♡´- notes : lowk hate this too! now imma drown in more hw

-`♡´- word count : 4400

song mentioned: do i wanna know (hozier)

dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission. not my gif

“Darian offered to take you out again tomorrow.” Selena, your best friend, spoke from her bathroom as you laid on her bed, a deep sigh falling from your lips at the mention of the man.

The guy she set you up with had been texting you all week. He was handsome, and from the one date you had with him you judged him to be a nice man. But it was too soon, or so you thought. You’d been single for six months now after being in a relationship for nearly two years with someone who you believed was the love of your life.

“Or let me rephrase that. Darian told me he has reserved spots at this really fancy place downtown, and he’d love to take us there on a double date with one of his mates.” Selena walked out and fell down next to where you were rotting. “And I’ve kinda already agreed to it on your behalf so, clear your schedule, it’ll be fun!”

You reached for a pillow and shoved it in her face, groaning at the thought of having to go out instead of spending the night in bed with a mediocre movie and a cheap bottle of wine from Tesco.

“Fine, but only because you’re coming.”

So when the next evening your doorbell rang, you walked up to it to reveal Darian in a suit with flowers in his hand, letting him in with a smile. Taking the flowers from him and putting them in a vase before grabbing your bag and heading out of the door on his arm.

“So, where will we be going?” you asked as you got in his car, clicking the seatbelt in place as you heard him laugh softly.

“It’s a surprise, beautiful.” He said, smiling brightly before starting the car and taking off into the city.

The lights of the city flew past as you crossed town, the streets were busy and people were everywhere. The soft hum of music and the wind soaring around the car calmed your building nerves, everything would be fine. It’s just a date, you know him!

As the car stopped and you got out, you looked at the setting sun, the last beams of warmth reflecting on your skin as you took a deep breath. You reached for Darians arm, walking to the mystery place as you talked about your day, smiling when he complimented your dress and smiling even brighter when your eyes landed on Selena, who stood next to a man you didn’t recognise.

You’d been so endorsed in conversation with Darian that you had not noticed the street you were in, you had not noticed what building you were about to enter as your friend talked your ears off about how hot and sexy this guy with her was.

It was only once you stepped inside and saw the hosts’ face that you looked around and felt your heart drop into your stomach. You swallowed thickly as you were led to your table, trying to cover up your emotions with a smile when you saw Darian give you a concerned look. When he turned his back to you, you shot Selena a look that she’d describe as pure terror.

“This is the Chameleon.” you whispered and watched her eyes grow in shock.

“Maybe he’s not here. You’ll be fine.” she whispered as she squeezed your hand under the table before looking back at her date, Maxwell.

Sure. What were the chances? Besides, the place was packed. Even if he was here, it didn’t mean he’d have to see you.

A couple of deep breaths and sips of water later you finally joined the ongoing conversation that had already started between your friend and the two men infront of you.

“What about you, [Name]?” You looked at Maxwell confused, not grasping the meaning of his question.

“Oh [Name]? [Name] got her standards pretty high.” Selena smiled as she jokingly poked her elbow in your side while you shook your head no in protest. Both of your reactions got a laugh from the two men, them musing to know more about this. “She’s being modest.”

“Even if I am, I don’t think that this is the proper conversation material to talk about on a date.” You looked at your best friend with a smile.

The music coming live from the stage set a calm atmosphere as they found a new topic to converse about. Occasional laughter ringing through the busy room as they each shared stories.

Apparently Darian and Maxwell were old school buddies, having met at a private school in the States, like Selena and [Name] were too. Turns out they were two stinking rich kids, coming from old family money, so no wonder they drove expensive cars and had the money to take two middle class girls out on a date to the Chameleon. London's most pristine club and restaurant. The place where people nearly fought for a place to dine.

As the night progressed, the conversation turned back to the first one they had that evening.

“I’m still wondering, [Name] darling. What was that earlier about your high standards?” Darian looked at you with a raised brow and a cocky smile. By now all of you had some drinks and the awkwardness had fallen away.

You smiled as you shook your head. Memories you had tried your best to bury crawled back to the surface. Darian held your gaze as he watched you sink into memory.

“I think Selena just meant that my ex treated me very well and it’ll be really hard to find someone to top that.” you politely brushed the topic off but someone besides you protested.

Now it was Selena's turn to aggressively shake her head as she spoke up, a wicked grin on her face as she looked at you before looking at Darian.

“Oh no, her ex was this extremely rich guy who wrote her songs, like the best love songs ever. Dedicated all of his songs to her when he performed. Named his one and only album after her, with songs all about and for her. He didn’t make a single penny from it either, because everything he earns from it gets put in this girl's bank account.” you stared at your drink while Selena spilled the beans, your cheeks flushing a bright red as you felt your throat swell as more memories flooded back to you.

Somewhere far away you heard Darian and Maxwell’s reactions, you were too zoned out to make out what they were saying. Never would you have thought that hearing those words so literally would bring you back to six months ago, to the moment of the break up.

His father had warned you once, when you’d been dating Dmitri for only two months. He believed you weren’t good enough for his son. Too poor, too lowly born, your place in society wasn’t prominent enough. He had threatened you, and you had Dmitri convince you that it’d be alright, his father wouldn’t hurt you, ever. He’d make sure of it himself.

Somehow you managed for almost two whole years before his father saw the two of you together again. He’d stormed over, grabbed you by your collar, raised his hand before Dmitri shoved his father away from you and took the blow that was meant for you. That however, had only angered his father more, and before you knew it you were kneeling over a bruised and bloody Dmitri.

You had taken him home, cleaned up his wounds before sitting him down for a serious conversation.

“Maybe it’s better if we… Don’t continue this relationship, for the sake of both our safety.” you had started and it soon escalated to where you were now. Both crying and unwilling, but knowing that deep down, it’d be for the better.

“So the last two years were nothing?” Dmitri’s soft, broken voice rang through the room and you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

“It wasn’t nothing, it was everything, but Dmitri, look what has happened because of me.” your voice cracked as you looked at his face. Bruised and bloodied, his eyes so full of pain.

Dmitri shook his head, looking at you with such desperation that had more tears streaming down your face. He walked towards where you stood near the window that overlooked all of London from his penthouse.

“This isn’t because of you-” he grabbed your hands in his ever so gently, tears falling out of his eyes with no shame as he tried to reason with you.

“Yes it is, Dmitri! You heard what your father said.”

“So what? Why should it matter what my father said?”

“You know why. We’re done, Dmitri.” you spoke as you pulled your hands from his.

It had hurt you so much to speak those words. You didn’t want to leave him, but you loved him too much and you refused to see him get hurt because of you again.

“I promised to protect you.”

“You’ll protect the both of us if we go our separate ways.” you turned around to leave.

“Do you love me?” he asked as he gently grabbed your wrist, his big, tear filled eyes looking at you.

You nodded as you faced him one last time. Cupping his face as you looked him in the eye.

“I love you more than anything, Dmitri, and that’s the exact reason why I have to let you go.” you said softly as you kissed his forehead before turning around and making your way out of the apartment. Breaking the heart of the love of your life as well as your own.

When you snapped back to reality you found three pairs of eyes on you as you tried to blink away tears. You smiled as you stood up and excused yourself, quickly walking through the familiar sets of tables as you made your way to the restrooms.

Tears still threatened to fall out of your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

It still hurt too much to think about him, hearing Selena talking about him, and being in his place. The place where you had made so many memories together. The place where every single metre linked back to him. The fact that one unlucky step could land you right in front of him, or worse, his father.

Your heavy breaths calmed ever so slightly as you ran your hands under the cold water, trying to empty your mind from the unwanted thoughts that pried and crammed into your mind.

“It’s okay.” you kept repeating in your mind as you dried your hands and fixed your appearance. “It’ll be fine.” You whispered as you exited the restrooms, slowly walking back to your table.

“[Name]? I knew Eliza wasn’t lying when she said you were here!” Your eyes landed on a familiar figure in front of you, one you loved dearly. You reached for the elder woman, embracing her as you sighed. “Oh Maragret,” you shook your head as you pulled back, brows furrowed, “I’m so glad to see you.”

She tilted her head to the side as she took you in. You’d seen each other only once since the break-up, she was the only one who really knew all of the details of what went down. She offered you a soft, sad smile, which you returned.

“This seems like the last place you’d be after…” she left her sentence open for you to interpret and you laughed quietly while nodding.

“I was kind of dragged on a double date with my best friend, didn’t know we’d be coming here.” you smiled awkwardly as you looked around you. The place hadn’t changed one bit. The same warm lights, the black and gold furniture, the same staff, the live music coming from the stage. Though now that you looked at the stage, no one was there, but you swore there was music before you rushed off to the restrooms.

Margaret ushered you back to your table, apologizing for interrupting your date and promising to see you soon before walking back to the bar.

As you sat back down you apologized, smiling softly. Darian offered you a smile as he asked if you were alright, you nodded before Selena dragged you into the conversation she was having with Maxwell. Something about her trying to prove to him how bad the public school experience was here in the UK.

Your attention to the conversation was short cut as you heard music coming from the piano on the stage, closing your eyes as you took in the notes.

“Right, [Name]?” your eyes opened, looking at Selena and nodding.

“Mhm? Oh yeah, high school here is tragic. Terrible, really. I wouldn’t wanna go through it again, not even for a million pounds.”

Laughter erupted from the men in front of you as they watched the terror on your face at the thought of it. High school was tough.

“Do I wanna know? If this feeling goes both ways? Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay.”

All the colour drained from your face as the voice you’d recognize amongst thousands hit your ears. Your head snapped to the stage, and your eyes met with those bright blue eyes you knew all too well.

“Darling we both know, that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.”

You were frozen as you looked at Dmitri, desperately searching his eyes for you didn’t know what. Of all the voices, all the impressions he could do, his own raw voice would always be your favorite thing. He knew that, he knew that very well, and it brought tears to your eyes as you felt your throat close up again.

“Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do.”

The world could end this moment and you wouldn’t even notice. Everything around you fell away as he offered you a tiny smile, it was gone as quick as it came.

“Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I’ve thought it through.”

You turned your head away, breaking eye contact, looking back down at the table in front of you with big eyes full of tears. It felt impossible to breathe as you grabbed beside you, hand grasping at Selena’s wrist. A look at you, the stage, and then back at you had her shaking her head as she went to embrace you, the two men in front of you completely forgotten as your mind raced at a million miles an hour.

A young man walked up to you, awkwardly fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he shyly smiled at you.

“Hello,” he spoke up, pulling you away from the work on your laptop and smiling up at him while sliding the headphones off your head.

“Hi, can I help you?” your confused yet oh so bright smile had Dmitri look down at his feet for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“Yes, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he said, looking at you like you were a flower in the midst of a rotten field.

The cool spring breeze ran through the air, blowing your hair into your face as you laughed at the young man softly.

“Hello, Dmitri Kravinoff, I’m [Name]. What can I help you with?” you beamed up at him, oh so confused at the adorable man's intentions.

Dmitri was at a loss for words for a while as he looked at you. He’d been admiring you from a far for about twenty minutes, being captivated by your beauty. You had seemed to be working here in the park cafe, writing away on your laptop, scribbling things in your notebook, occasionally sipping at your purple smoothie, nodding along to what he assumed was music playing in your headphones.

“I uhm… You’re beautiful.” he stuttered out eventually, a slight flush on his cheeks as he tried his best to hold eye contact with you, “I was wondering if uhm…” he looked down at his hands again, twisting the ring on his pinkie as he stumbled over his words.

You looked up at him, head slightly tilted as you smiled up at him brightly. “Well?” your soft voice rang through the air, bringing Dmitri back to earth.

“I was wondering if you’d let me- if you’d maybe want to go on a date with me.” the way he looked at you with those big puppy eyes full of hope had you smiling at him so brightly that Dmitri thought he might faint.

The laugh that escaped from you, along with you shaking your head in delight made Dmitri bite the inside of his cheek nervously.

“I’d… I’d love to, Dmitri.” you swore you saw him jump up a little before he balled up his fists in victory.

And so here you were, a week later, walking through the aquarium with the guy you’d been texting all week. Hand in hand, laughing and giggling as you looked at the countless fish, pointing out your favorites, and admiring the man illuminated by the blue of the water. How he knew you loved aquariums was a mystery to you but you loved it.

You’d sat on a bench in front of a massive fish tank filled with lemon sharks and countless other fish as you talked for hours, you never fell silent, and if you did it was to recover from laughing too much.

Afterwards he’d taken you out to dinner at some fancy place you had never heard of before. You had the time of your life with him, Dmitri Kravinoff.

Eventually when the awkwardness had fallen away, which only took about thirty minutes, everything he did, everything he said, came so shyly yet so naturally. He told you the silliest jokes, the best stories, and listened intently as you talked about your own life and told your own stories. Asking questions, taking everything you told him in, looking at you like you were the only thing that really mattered on this planet.

“You’re even, I’d say better, but that’s not even the right word to do you justice. You’re exceptional, special, truly captivating.” Dmitri had said as he walked with you all the way to your front door. He didn’t miss the blush that crept up on your cheeks as you smiled.

“You yourself are a lot more than the shy boy that came up to me last week, you’re… intriguing and… very charming.” you smiled up at him as you stopped in front of your door. “Thank you for today, I haven’t had this much fun in a long while.”

Dmitri basked in your words, his smile hadn’t left his face since earlier today. Just your mere presence had this effect on him that he couldn’t explain, and the way you looked at him had him absolutely in shambles, he loved it.

“The pleasure is mine, you make for a great company. I loved every single second of being with you.” He watched you raise your head, a proud grin on your face as you looked him in the eyes.

“Great, then we should do something like this again sometime soon.”

As you said your goodbyes, you quickly got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before turning around and getting inside of your house, leaving a flustered and shocked Dmitri standing on your porch.

You didn’t remember that Selena had pulled you away from the table and back to the restrooms. You had been too out of it to fully register what she was saying or asking you. You’d just blatantly nodded as she talked, too lost in thought as everything came flooding back to you that you’d tried to suppress for the last six months.

Everything was a blur when you walked back to the table but all of a sudden you sobered up, vision clearing, mind going panic mode when that cologne hit your nostrils.

“Darian Madden? Man you have not changed one bit!” The thick Russian accent of Nikolai Kravinoff surrounded your senses. You swallowed thickly as you let Selena walk you back to your seat, making yourself small as you sat down, hoping the elder Kravinoff would not notice you like his son did earlier. You felt Darians gaze on you, obviously confused about your second time getting emotional tonight.

“Last I saw you, you were this tall and running around with my Sergei.” Nikolai held up a hand beside him at the height of his shoulder, his smile dropped as he laid eyes on you. “You.” Your eyes slowly made their way to meet Nikolai’s.

You were certain that fear was written all over your face as you fisted your shaking hands in the skirt of your dress.

“What are you doing here? Wasn’t I clear enough last time, girl?” Your breaths came in short shallow huffs as you were at a loss for words, closing and opening your mouth as your eyes darted between Nikolai and Darian, who was still looking at you in confusion. “Well?! Answer me, girl!” You gulped as Nikolai’s voice echoed through the now eerily quiet room, countless eyes on you as he awaited your answer.

“I… Here with Darian-” you yelped and you heard the gasps from other guests as Nikolai lifted you up by your collar, thumb pressing down on your airway as he did.

“Don’t lie to me! You’re here to see my son! Didn’t I tell you to leave him alone?!” Tears now streamed over your cheeks as you clawed at his hand, desperately trying to get him to release you.

“Woah woah! Your son? Her ex is Dmitri Kravinoff?” Darians voice sounded but you couldn’t give a shit about him right now. Your vision was blurring when you suddenly felt a fist colliding with your cheek.

Screams erupted from around you and you heard the people scrambling to get out. In the corner of your eye you saw Maxwell pull Selena away from the scene. Your knees hit the ground and you gasped for air, a hand coming up to your cheek as the pain spread through your whole face. When you pulled your hand back you saw the red of your blood on it and you looked up at Nikolai, who already had you back up on your feet, ready to strike you again.

“No!” Before you knew it you were pulled back, vision going dark as your face was pulled into a soft material, a hand on the back of your head cradling you closer, shielding you from the danger.

When Dmitri’s oh so familiar cologne hit your nostrils you closed your eyes, relaxing in his arms as if you hadn’t not seen him for six months, as if you weren’t broken up, as if his father hadn’t just almost choked you into unconsciousness before hitting you.

“Dima…” You croaked out as a sob echoed through your chest, your hands tightly gripping at his dress shirt, tears staining the black material. You heard him quietly shush you while he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close and safe. “I…” your voice was quiet and strained, the words refusing to come out of your mouth.

“Pathetic, always standing up for the trash.” you heard Nikolai scoff at his son, his footsteps approaching. Dmitri let go of you, gently pushing you back to where a now very shocked Margaret was standing.

She took you in her arms as she watched how Dmitri dodged his fathers blow, instead only returning the favor and hitting his father square in the face.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that! You do not get to hit her!” you heard Dmitri raise his voice at his father. Dmitri never raised his voice, not at you when you accidentally broke an expensive vase of his, not when you broke up with him, and especially never at his father even he belittled him to no extent, but that seemed to have changed when it came to you now. “That woman is the love of my life and thanks to you I lost her, and now you dare hurt her?!”

“If you had only looked, you’d have seen how amazing she is, how smart and caring. You’d have seen how much I love her! You’d have seen how much she loved me, for me. Something you never did.” you turned your head to look at Dmitri, his back was to you, but you could see Nikolai, glaring at his son as the blood dripped down his chin. “If you ever so much look at her the wrong way or dare lay a finger on her again, I will make sure it’s the last thing you do, papa.” You saw Dmitri ball his fist again, his fathers blood on his knuckles.

Nikolai didn’t say a word before standing up straight and nodding at his youngest son. He just turned around and walked out as if nothing happened, not caring about the few remaining people that scrambled to get out of his way.

“[Name]” Dmitri’s hands cupped your face and you looked up at him with tears still in your eyes. “[Name], my love, I’m so sorry.”

His gaze was so soft, his demeanour was so gentle. He was filled with fear as he searched your eyes, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes.

“I love you,” your whisper was barely audible but it was loud enough for Dmitri to break into a smile, his eyes lightening with happiness and hope as they darted to your lips. You returned his smile, clasping your hands on his shirt again before pulling him down into a kiss.

God how you had missed this. The way he held you, his gentle nature, him.

“You toughened up…” you whispered as you broke away from the kiss, giggling when he immediately chased your lips with his own, too eager for another kiss.

“I promised myself if I ever got a second chance at making things right, I would not let him ruin it.” one of his hands brushed a lock of hair behind your ear as he spoke ever so softly. “I had to protect you.”

“Honey there was nothing for you to make right.”

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ebsmind · 1 month ago

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⏾ MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT | jack hughes x singer!reader smau

summary : trying to struggle releasing a new album and doing press can be too much, are people starting to speculate that it’s taking a toll on your relationship?

warning(s) : break up mentions (poor reader 😕), a couple of cuss words i think idk,

a/n : AHHHH HERES THE FIRST CHAPTER i’m so excited to start this series!! i did create this series around midnight (if the shoe fits) and i just knew i needed to get this first chapter out ASAP so here it is!!! im taking each chapter slow and steady since ive never done any type of series before. i also wanted to lyk that each chapter is named after a song but most won’t have a lot of correlation to the songs! also ik jack isn’t in this one (spoiler sorry) but he will soon! i promise i have a vision 😋 i hope yall enjoy and i love you!

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ynuser surprise! Midnights out on october 21st! 🌌💜✨

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user1 OMG OMG OMG ITS HAPPENINGGGGGGG

user2 CLAIMING LABYRINTH

taylorswift So proud of you my little bird!! Thank you for having me featured on an amazing album 💜

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user3 sweet nothing is def about vince 😋

yourbestfriendsuser she put blood, sweat, and tears into this!!! ya'll better not do her dirty EVERRRRRR

| ynuser clock it

user4 the album cover EATSSSSS

user5 DOES THIS MEAN UR GOING ON TOUR???

gracieabrams OMG (i knew about this for months)

| ynuser the best secret keeper EVER

yourmomsuser So proud you honey!!

| ynuser i love you mom!❤️

user6 taylor being featured on snow on the beach YESSSSSS

user7 KARMA IS MINEEEE

sabrinacarpenter ALBUM OF THE YEAR I FEAR???

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user8 what’s it like carrying the music industry on ur back queen?

| ynuser i need to see a chiropractor immediately

vincedunn 💜💙

on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon…

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ynuser kicking off midnights press with the best tv host ever!!

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jimmyfallon It was great having you on the show!

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user1 a duo i didn’t know i needed

user2 sweet nothings being the first song written and with vince 🥹

vincedunn sick asf babe!!

user3 i can’t wait another week for this album OMG

user4 why hasn’t she been liking vince’s comments :(

| user5 oh bye that is not our business

user6 her writing all the songs around midnight I LOVE THIS WOMAN

user7 am i the only one that notices that her eyes don’t light up anymore when she or anyone mentions vince???

| user8 oh ur REACHING

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ynuser breaking news! Midnights is out now! maybe stay up until 3am for a little surprise!

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user1 I LOVE THIS ALBUM SO MUCH

user2 u took my heart out of my chest and squeezed it with ur bare head with YOYOK

taylorswift Congratulations!! I can’t wait to see you at the Grammy’s this year 😉

user3 crying this is my album

user4 SNOW ON THE BEACH WITH TAYLOR??? EATSSSSS

yourbestfriendsuser TIME TO GET OUR SPARKLY DRESSES ONNNNNN

user5 we want more taylor pls

user6 KARMA IS THE GUY ON THE SCREEN COMING STRAIGHT HOME TO ME 💃💃💃

yourrecordlabel 🔥🔥

user7 bejeweled is THAT GIRLLLLL

user8 wait vince wasn’t at the midnights release party??

| user9 omg they better not have broken up istg

| user10 let’s not spread false information….

user11 THE OUTFITS CHANGES HAHAHA

| ynuser listen…i couldn’t decide

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ynuser cats out of the bag!! i wrote an extra 7 songs and created a 2nd version of my album ✨ welcome Midnights (3am Edition) 💜

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in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you're sure he's up to something (why has he got so much mistletoe?) ୨୧

tw. yellinggg, kissing, idk what rlly went through my head when writing this its kinda cringe bro wc. 887

“ok, i give up.” heeseung looks over in confusion, holding a box of christmas decorations in his hand.

“just tell me! i give up.”

“what are you talking about?” he squints, shifting the box in his arm.

you shift on the couch agitatedly, pausing your tv show. “why are you hanging all these up? like, do you want my room, or you feel bad because you broke something that’s mine, or you’re trying to hint you want-”

“it’s for christmas spirit!”

you roll your eyes. you’ve been trying to figure out your roommate’s obsession with decorating the apartment for the last week, but every time he’s answered with the same response. ‘christmas spirit.’ christmas spirit your ass. you’ll figure it out, you just need a couple more days.

“sure.”

he raises his eyebrows innocently. “i don’t know why you don’t believe me.”

“maybe because in the 3 years we’ve lived together you haven’t ever even lifted a finger to help me put decorations up?”

he shrugs. “change of heart.”

definitely up to something.

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heeseung is being weird. he keeps trying to hide his decorations when you walk in on him, like he’s scared of you seeing them. even though you’ll see them anyway, because it’s your apartment.

after seeing him drop his box for the third time in two days, it clicks. a party. that explains his controlling of the decorations to look his way, and the secret phone calls he’s been making. you absolutely hate crowds, and your one rule the only time you’ve lived here has been no parties. he’s never complained before, but you suppose he’s finally gotten tired.

you’ve never felt more betrayed. heeseung, the most considerate roommate you’ve ever had, heeseung who keeps track of the amount of chocolate in your storage, heeseung who buys you things just because they reminded him of you, heeseung who is in charge of all the groceries, no discussion. heeseung, who you think you might be in love with, that heeseung, trying to throw a holiday party in your apartment without your permission when you leave tomorrow.

and as you see him emerge from the doorway, his head brushing the mistletoe he hung, fiery anger builds up inside you. how dare he hum, act all normal like you didn’t just watch him try to hide his decorations, how dare he do this secretly, how dare he make you love him while he’s betraying you like this?

so when he asks what you want him to make for dinner, you want to hit him in the face.

“you what?” he asks, and the way his nose scrunches in confusion only makes you angrier, and you snap.

“lee heeseung, i hate you!”

his doe eyes widen in surprise.

“what? i-”

“you’re so stupid! i can’t believe you would do all this just for a stupid holiday party! over me!”

you’ve stepped up to him, him backing up slightly as you walk forward.

“i don't know what-”

“and i wouldn’t have cared if you just asked! i’m not even gonna be here! but i thought that you at least cared about me enough to ask instead of sneaking around.”

“y/n, i-”

“and you find it so amusing when i ask you why, and this whole time it’s been for a party? you’ve been lying to me, sneaking around, just so you can throw a party without my permission? do i mean that little to you,” your words are choked by a sob, “that little, that-”

“y/n, i promise i-”

“that little, that a party is more important to you than me.” tears cross down your cheeks, tracing over the edges of your face.

heeseung’s brows are furrowed now, a concerned frown pushed onto his face. “y/n, i swear-”

how dare he act concerned, when it’s his fault.

a yell rips out of you, “you don’t get to care about me now! not after, not after this, not after i’ve spent three years loving you and you’ve just thrown all my trust away for a party.”

he’s broken now, you can see it on his face in the way his brows are drawn in and you know you’ve hurt him, and you feel awful. he watches you carefully, taking a deep breath before he moves almost imperceptibly closer.

“y/n.”

you sniff weakly, “yeah?”

his voice is soft with hurt. “i love you, too. and i’d never throw a party without your permission, and it wasn’t that, and i’m sorry i was being so secretive but i promise it wasn’t because of that and i think- i think you should look up.”

you hadn’t realized how close you were to him now, your hands brushing his. you turn your head up slowly, your lips almost pressing against his, and you see it.

the mistletoe.

“i love you, y/n. and i thought- i wanted to tell you, before you left and i didn’t know how, but since you were always decorating instead of me doing anything i wanted to do something nice for you, and then i realized maybe if i could put mistletoe up then you would get the hint and i wouldn’t have to say anything.”

his arms slide around your waist tentatively, pulling you into him, and you look down, falling into him as your lips push into his.

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bakugoushotwife · 1 year ago

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kinktober day eighteen: cockwarming kink

>>> idk why shiggy and cockwarming are like peanut butter and jelly to me...like i only have cravings for him when i'm deep in the caverns of my mental illness but...this is yummy? and i don't think it counts as cockwarming but shut up!!!

>>> starring: tomura shigaraki x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: cockwarming, established relationship, degradation, exhibitionism, fingering (fem receiving), p n v, creampie, implied multiple rounds. >>> wc: 3.1k >>> event masterlist

it was league tradition at this point. not even when the members were scattered to the winds to gather intel and work official villain business did the group miss weekly movie night. some members may or may not be there some weeks, sometimes you were all together, coupled off into platonic and romantic pairings to view whatever your leader picked out. whenever you were there, he let you pick, but it’s been quite some time since you’ve been back home. shigaraki regrets sending you so far out of reach. this assignment had taken you much longer than he would have liked, way longer. correspondence had grown slower, each message shorter than the last. you were tailing hawks to make sure he was trustworthy and it seems it was giving you a great deal of trouble.

or maybe hawks was loyal to the heroes like shigaraki suspected and had gotten to you with his agenda, turning you into a double agent. well, no, that couldn’t be it. if that were so, you would do a better job of acting normal to keep him off your case. did you need help? no, again, he knows you would just tell him that too, so what was going on with you? were you mad at him? had he done something before you left?

he thinks back a couple of months—the unbearable length of time you’ve been gone—trying to think of any reason you could be short with him. you didn’t have any big fights, he didn’t forget any anniversaries or special occasions, and he went easier on toga like you asked him to. the only possible thing he can think of is the fact that it was saturday, aka movie night, when you left— and he fell asleep watching the movie you picked—meaning he didn’t get to spend your last night with you or give you any goodbye-and-good-luck dick. he sighs aloud at the realization. you were absolutely petty enough to hold that against him, but he hoped you wouldn’t prolong your mission just to prove a point.

this is the first time since the league started this little routine that he’s wanted to call it off. the rest of the league missed you too, if not because you were their friend, it was because tomura had grown so intolerable and irritable in your absence that they were begging nightly for your return. when saturday rolled around, and you still weren’t back, they watched their fearless leader sulk around like a kicked puppy all day. each member dreaded the nighttime. shigaraki was prone to throwing tantrums when he saw any of the league members get too friendly with one another in your absence, so it looks like they’ll all have to sit spread out for movie night.

was he to be held accountable for the things he said and did while busy wallowing in his grief? some may say yes, but he was a strong believer in live and let live—you were certainly his better half. but you’ve been away for close to three months, and your effects are wearing off. he was incredibly snappy as he set the theater room up, the shitty little projector dabi stole was clearly running on its last legs. he was in no mood to pick out a goofy movie, not whenever he was wondering if you were even coming back at this point. he barked at twice to find something to watch—and the man was heavily influenced by toga’s opinions, so suicide squad seemed to be the answer. what a trash pick, he thinks. it’s why he’s in charge, and why only your opinions can influence his own. you would never have allowed suicide squad.

that’s not the only reason tomura misses you, of course. he misses working on your own missions together, decorating the hideout to make it feel more like a home, the way you’d sit with him as he plays video games in his room, or how you two would cuddle as you’re falling asleep with his glove-clad hands all over you, and of course, your drooling pussy sucking him in over and over again. it’s been nearly three months since he’s gotten to see your face, inhale your familiar scent, or get anywhere close to cumming. he can’t even use his own hand anymore—you’ve spoiled him. he’s always been a shitty sleeper, too, but your body in his grasp was the magical cure—so of course he’s been getting next to no rest without you. he’ll never send you on a mission again.

when he hears several bustling voices and a relieved “thank whoever put us on this flaming pile of shit” from dabi, he knows you’re home. mr. compress and kurogiri escort you into the movie room, where he waits for you. tomura nearly shouts, either at you for being gone so long or in relief that you’re finally home, he’s not sure. the corner of his mouth slides up in a reserved grin, but everyone can see the light return to his eyes. god forbid a world where you didn’t come back to him.

“sorry i’m late for movie night everyone! i missed you!” you sing out to greet the room, but you’re only looking at your exhausted boyfriend. though he always carried a certain tired stress, he looked worse than usual, and you know that he hasn’t slept through the night since you’ve been gone. you’re on the love seat next to him immediately, jumping all over him and tightening your arms around his neck. his grin spreads, and kurogiri plays the movie to keep everyone else from having to watch in on your reunion and sickening love fest.

he slides his arm around your back, humming sleazily in your ear. “finally. took you long enough, babe.” he huffs, taking that deep inhale of your sweet smell and sighing his relaxation quietly. his mood is relieved just by holding your frame and feeling your soft hair tickling his cheek. you giggle and sigh too, and he feels the weight of your body slump into his.

“don’t i know it, was beginning to think you hated me for sending me out there for so long.” you pout, releasing him from your grip to gain sight of his face. he rolls his eyes at you, shaking his head with a tiny amused grin donning his features.

“you’ll never leave this hideout again. i missed you.” he pinches some of your hair between his fingers and curls the piece around his digits as he looks over your face, gazing at your soft eyes and gentle lips, full cheeks, and everything else he’s missed for what feels like forever. you hum in intrigue at the ‘threat’ and kiss him. you can’t afford to go too hot and heavy with all your friends in the room, but you wanted your boyfriend to know you missed him just as badly as he missed you. your nights weren’t spent sleeping comfortably and every day you felt more and more lost without tomura’s logic keeping you on task. you nibble at his bottom lip, laving your tongue over him with a little moan. he grins, you’re the extrovert, but he’s not shy about making you noisy in front of the others. you feel him smile against your lips before he pulls away, trailing kisses over your cheek until he can bite the lobe of your ear. you gasp sharply, and he’s tossing a blanket over your hips for modesty’s sake.

you smirk knowingly, lifting your skirt over your ass as the blanket falls in your lap. “oh so my little slut did miss me..” he whispers, licking over your jawline as he reaches under the blanket. the pads of his first two fingers swipe over you panties, tracing the outlines of your lips with a nasty little grin. he can feel your wetness pooling against the fabric already, your desperation making his cock rise against his sweats. he casts his eyes around to make sure no one’s watching, but he’s trained his league better than that. he slides his hand under your waistband, finding your clit automatically. you feel your stomach flutter in response to his touch, the fabric of his mostly fingerless gloves scratch against the inside of your thigh as he presses his sinewy finger in circles around your bundle. you fall against him, head rolling around on his shoulder within seconds.

he knew you like he built you himself, and he knew that after a trip away—the both of you were insatiable—but you were all too easy to work up. you would tell him all about the mission later. there would be plenty to catch up on after he gives you all you’ve been missing here lately. tomura would be lying if he said that watching you stifle your noises and wiggle against the cushions didn’t affect him, his dick was crying for you. fingering you in front of the league was one thing, fucking you was another. but his body was growing too hot to bear, and he could tell from the need in your eyes that even having him inside you would relieve some of your ache. that should be fine, they wouldn’t look at you no matter what—they knew better than that, but he still didn’t want them hearing your sweet sounds. that was just for him. but with your hips bucking into his hand, and yours clamping down over your mouth as he shoves you over the edge with his fingers—he knows he’ll need to feel you.

he’s pulling himself out of his sweatpants before he can argue with himself too long about it. his cock stands straight up in wait, and before you know it, tomura’s hands are on your hips and he’s pulling you into his lap. your brain was still mush, veins coursing with the pleasure of being reunited and under his spell. you were so focused on not making any noises that you didn’t even give your needy boyfriend a look of disapproval. he pretends like you’re the problem as if he would be able to sit here with his hands to himself, but you know the truth. shigaraki is just as helpless as you are, hence his finger curling around your panties and hooking them to the side so he can lower you on his waiting cock.

he makes you sit all at once, and he clamps his free hand over your mouth before you can react to the stretch. then he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you back to meet his chest. “keep quiet and sit still.”

you nod vigorously, though you know you’re agreeing to something impossible. you were crazy with need, his fingers only unlocked the gate of your desire. you hadn’t had this dick in you for too long, and now that the length is fully sheathed in you—you’re ordered to sit still? it burns, your hole needed to be stretched back open to accommodate his sizeable length, long curved shaft angled just right against the spots you needed him most–but it wasn’t enough. you needed movement, you needed to hear him grunt and moan and speak unimaginable filth in your ear. you whine out softly, when the movie was loud enough you thought only tomura would hear.

he can feel you squeezing, and despite his orders, you wiggle in his lap irregardless. he should have known you wouldn’t be able to handle obedience after so much time apart, but it’s nothing he can’t remind you of. truth be told, he’s losing his cool too. he missed your wet cunt gripping him like this—how could he be angry at you for needing him so badly when he’s no better? he couldn’t, really, he could only be amused with your affection for him even if it assuaged every worry he had about you leaving him all that time you were gone. his hands dig into your fatty hips to use them as his own personal stress ball, kneading and squeezing on his whim. he can feel everything, every nerve on his body was acutely aware of every labored breath you took and each pound of his heart. he didn’t know if he could be strong much longer—and he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your mouth shut.

“you guys have your own room—why do we have to suffer through this?” dabi huffs out, clearly aware of what was going on in the room. twice clasps his hands by his cheek, disagreeing with his teammate.

“young love! they just missed each other! at least he isn’t pout—”

“out.” tomura hisses, cock jumping from knowing you were caught. you just clamp around him in answer, just as shameless as your boyfriend. “don’t speak—get out.”

the other members gave mixed reactions, some rolled their eyes and huffed their way out the door, the others chuckled knowingly—they would rather deal with this shigaraki than the one that misses you any day of the week. when the door shuts and you two are left alone, a mixture of fabric and skin taps against your jaw. tomura held your face in his grip, fingers dancing along your bone in a teasing way.

“my slut forgot how to listen, hm?” he asks rhetorically, sliding his grip to your neck. he squeezes with just the right amount of pressure to make you dizzy and open your mouth—though he can’t see your skanky face right now. you’re lucky he was just as needy right now or he was liable to leave his dick in you until it went soft without ever moving—but tonight? tonight he needed to reclaim his slutty little cunt until the sun came up.

“been so long since i had to take orders.” you huff, maybe you were annoyed with him after all.

he snickers. “attitude, little slut.” he says with a harsher squeeze to your neck. tomura can’t deny his entertainment–you got your nickname from your neediness, after all. “are you really mad at me?” he asks, and you know he wants a real answer.

“annoyed—why’d you want me gone?” you huff, and he angles his hips up into you without warning. you gasp sharply at the stab, leaning forward to hold onto his knees.

“didn’t want you gone, brat.” he sighs, letting off your throat in favor of holding the natural handlebars of your curves as he pushes your back forward to watch his dick plow in and out of you, his grip your only guidance. your moans start immediately, and he can’t help but smirk. “you’re my right hand, you’re the only one i can trust with some shit.”

you purr at his explanation, bouncing along him on your own accord. he’s massive, filling every gap your pussy had to offer unapologetically. he presses against the entrance of your cervix without any movement at all, much less the animalistic style your boyfriend liked to fuck in, it was brutal. but so so good. it burns and sends shooting yet blissful pain through your body with every stroke, you slip forward a little, growing unable to hold yourself up. he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back up without remorse.

“where you going, slut?” he teased, slamming up into you. it was unfair, he was gifted with such a huge dick he didn’t even need a good angle to absolutely wreck you. he was mesmerized by the sight of your cute little hole puckering around him, swallowing him whole and letting him slide back out. you would squeeze down with every thrust, making him slow down to pull himself out and speedily shove back in. “can’t even take good dick anymore?”

you mewl out in response, your fingers digging into his thighs as your back arches deeper, only encouraging your boyfriend to speed it all up. it’s like you can feel him in your throat, your entire body being used and abused by the man you missed desperately. shigaraki treats you like his prized treasure any other time, but especially after a trip away—you love being his slut. you moan and through your ass back, making him groan out at the conflicting paces.

“so nasty. fucking you stupid and look at you—like a bitch in heat.” he chuckles, though it’s all so pornographic to him. no other pussy in the world would feel like yours, your cute clamping and sticky wetness could never be beat. and your insides practically beat into the shape of him, he knows no other dick would have your toes curling as you bounce and squeal.

“tomura—” your breathy moan makes his balls hurt. he didn’t care how quickly he came this time. he’ll keep you spread open all night until he’s satisfied with the amount of cum seeping out of the hole made just for him. he wanted you to cum twice as many times as he does, so your sweet moan of his name and your fluttering pussy only tell him to snake his arm around your hips so he can rub your puffy clit again. he loves these gloves you got him, the mesh fabric makes it easier for him to feel everything without fear of quirk activation. he can feel your pulsing need under his fingertips, and he smiles at your sensitivity. you were such a gift to a man like him.

“what? use your words.” he huffs in disinterest, though you know it’s anything but. your gut lurches, feeling like you stepped on an escalator that was moving too fast.

“wanna cum, can i please, tomura?” you ask sweetly, calling his name just how he liked and everything. he had every intention of drawing this out—but he supposes he can have that during your next round.

“do it now.” he orders, gruff voice telling you that there would be no punishment if you didn’t—unless you considered taking him all night a punishment. the sound of him groaning and feeling your body made it easy to follow his orders, your hips still even as his continue their assault. you shake from head to toe, the orgasm so intense after such a long time without cumming on his cock. you squeeze down so hard he sucks in a deep breath, knowing he was going to shoot his load like mount vesuvius. you hum happily, wiggling back on him to milk all the warmth he gave you. he slows his hips to a stop, panting only a little as he pushes you carefully off his lap and onto the love seat. “want to see my slut’s nasty faces this time.”

he grins as he spreads your legs again, ready to stain the cushions beneath, when someone knocks at the door. twice pounds on the frame again, pouting.

“can you guys at least pause the movie?”

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hi i have a request!

so i was thinking like f reader and Neteyam get in a huge argument and like while they’re arguing they get closer to each and then have a super heated make out session and then they have like really rough sex and Neteyam is just degrading reader and then at the end its just fluff

idk if that makes sense i’m really bad at requesting sorry😭

I love shit like this. I'm not sure if that's the small part of me that craves the chaos and slightly toxic traits of it all, but it does something to me lol. I personally really like how this came out so i hope you do too! All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

For almost a week now, you and Neteyam have been tense. Well, “tense” was putting it lightly. Truth be told, the both of you were only one sideways look away from snapping. And it feels like today might be that day.

The two of you decided to eat dinner at home, not wanting your bad moods to sour the atmosphere around everybody else at the communal dinner. You can’t help the way your eyes snap up to Neteyam’s face as he chews his food. It feels obnoxiously loud today and the sound is grating against your ears.

“Must you chew so loud?” you say dryly to him. He offers you no real response when he looks back at you. But he does purposefully take a big bite of meat and chew loudly while holding eye contact with you. That tears it.

“Aaarrrghh, you are such a pain! What is your problem?” you say standing up over him.

“Oh? My problem? What about you?” he says rising to his full height over you. “You’ve been basically ignoring me for days now!” He takes a few paces across the length of your home and turns around at you exasperated.

“Don’t you dare try to turn this around on me right now! That is no excuse for you to act like a child!” you snap at him taking a couple strides in his direction.

He meets your challenge head on strolling right up to you. “You are the one acting like a child throwing a fit right now!”

You finally get in his face and hold his stare as you’re now chest-to-chest with him. “I swear, Neteyam, you are such a—” you are silenced by his lips crashing against yours. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body submits into kissing him back. It’s not soft or tender by any means. The kiss is sloppy and clumsy, full of clacking teeth and messy tongues, but Eywa, did it make your head dizzy with pleasure. You both feel the tension slowly deflating as you pour all your love and frustration into each other.

Big, rough hands erratically feel up and down your body and hold you close to him. Your fingers dance through his hair and grip at the base of his braids. He lets out a low growl when you pull on them. In response, he tugs at the base of your tail making you yelp a little and finally gives his tongue the advantage he needed to dominate your mouth. He presses into you making you lean backwards until you’re almost ready to fall over. Before your feet can give out underneath you, Neteyam’s hands slide down the back of your thighs and pull them up to wrap around his waist so he can lay you down on your back.

Your hands sweep at the ground to clear the area sending your leftover dinner flying across the floor. Neteyam hovers over you pushing his full weight onto you as he grinds his hips down into yours. His hands paw at your chest while he places open mouth kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulder.

“You’re such…an asshole…” you manage to breathe out in a moan finishing your thought from earlier. It tickles against your skin when he lets out a low chuckle in the crook of your neck. “And you’re a fucking brat.” His hand reaches down and tears your loincloth from your hips.

You’re already dripping wet when he thrusts two fingers into you which your pussy greedily sucks in.

“Aah!”

“You’ve been talking shit all week and now I have you under me and you have nothing to say?” he sets a rough pace with his fingers, curling them up just in the way that he knows you love.

“Mmmf!”

“You realize you haven’t let me touch you in days? It’s been driving me crazy!” He punctuates his words with more thrusts from his fingers.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Nete!” you cry out feeling the tightening in your core, but your apologies fall on deaf ears.

“Save it. You’ve been giving me shit all week. I’m tired of hearing your mouth.” He harshly pulls his fingers out of you taking your hope of release with them. He brings his fingers up to your mouth and pushes them past your lips. Your eyes stare up at him big and pleading while you suck your arousal off his fingers. His pupils are blown wide leaving the thinnest trace of gold around them. His eyes study the way your tongue glides over and between his fingers.

He finally can’t wait any more. He rips his fingers from your mouth and skillfully undoes the knot on his loincloth. His dick springs up already leaking precum onto your stomach. A gasp jumps from your throat when he lifts your legs to sit on his shoulders and he has you essentially folded in half. He strokes himself one, two, three quick times before he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Nete, wait—” but it’s too late. Neteyam bottoms out in you in one swift snap of his hips. With this current angle, it makes you scream out. He doesn’t waste a single second before he’s completely drilling into you.

“Haah!...F-fuck! Nete!” Pathetic mewls leave your lips and Neteyam loves it.

“Look at you. Such a needy little slut. Already dumb off my cock.” His grin is devilish watching your body bounce beneath him with every stroke he delivers you.

“I’m sorry, Nete! I’m sorry!”

“I don’t wanna hear it. If you’re not screaming my name, I don’t want to hear your fucking mouth.” His voice is sharp while he bullies your convulsing pussy. “Neteyam! Ah…Neteyam! Please, Nete!” you beg as you lean your head to the side and present your neck to him. He can feel his chest get hot at the way you present yourself in such a vulnerable way to him. It’s something about knowing that he’s the only one you would ever do this for. How he’s the only one who can make you feel like this and make these faces and sounds. He’s the only one who will ever experience you in this way. It’s deliriously satisfying. He gives in to what you want because he just wants it so damn bad too. His lips ghost over your skin momentarily trying to settle on a perfect spot and he bites down hard. “Aaah! Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!” The pain of his teeth in your neck dances with the pleasure of him knocking into your sweet spot and the lines between the two sensations gets more blurred.

His mouth releases your neck where little dribbles of blood spill from his bite and when he licks them away, he can feel himself about to lose it. “Shit. I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you chill the fuck out.” His thrusts lost their rhythm and one particularly hard push of his hips is what finally causes you to unravel.

You cum with a moan that’s nothing less of being just filthy while your legs continue to grip around him. You use your whole body to cling onto him while your release rushes through you. The pulsing of your walls around him makes him finally spill his own cum inside of you. It’s so warm and it feels like your mind has been totally wiped clean of any frustration or irritation or anger that you had earlier.

Neteyam carefully slides out of you and collapses on the ground next to you. The sudden emptiness makes you physically shiver already missing his warmth and weight on top of you. You both lay for a while just staring up at the sky while catching your breath.

You turn to your side to look at your mate and he’s already watching you.

“I’m sorry, Nete. I don’t know why I’ve been in such a mood lately. I shouldn’t take it out on you, though.” Your lips form a sheepish smile hoping that he wasn’t still angry with you. Thankfully, he simply places a soft kiss to your forehead and says, “It is fine, yawne. I know I’ve been busier than usual lately. But if you are stressed, lean on me. That is what I am here for, okay?” You nod your head at him holding back tears. How could one man be so perfect?

He holds his arms out towards you and you eagerly shimmy yourself into his hold.

“You do realize that our dinner is now ruined, right?” he pokes fun at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“If we hurry, we can probably still catch some food at the communal dinner.” You suggest.

“Then that means that we have to move from here.”

“…or we can just wait until breakfast.” You say snuggling in closer to his chest.

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aemondapologistfrfr · 5 months ago

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Era of Kings

vampire!viserys iii x vampire!twin!sister!reader

Summary: Viserys thinks he’s found an answer to win him the Iron Throne. He takes you across Essos to an unlikely city to find what he seeks.

Warnings: 18+ viserys iii has dialogue and when that man opens his mouth 🫣, threats, blood, death(not mc), time skips, bathing, loss of virginity, oral(f), p in v

Authors Note: mans gets put in his place fr 🤗 literally asked my friend to give me a hotd man to write a vampire ff thinking he was going to tell me maegor but instead we got viserys iii - we still may get a vampire!maegor too like idk just something about him bathing in the blood of his enemies while drinking a chalice of blood 🧎🏼‍♀️ n e ways it’s halloween time and i wanted a vampire ff so this is what i got for rn :)

Word Count: 7.5k idk sry

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I clench my jaw shut as I’m tugged out of the red door as he seals Dany inside. I hate that he’s having us leave her behind while we travel across Essos. I tried to ask him many times if we could just bring her with and his only response was to not anger him. I left her whatever coin I had left and promised her I would return. I’ve always tried to protect her from our brother but when he gets in his moods no one is safe.

“Viserys-“

“I’ll hear no more of Dany on this trip.” he cuts me off waving his hand. He lifts me up onto a large black stallion and takes his place behind me, trapping me between his arms. “If I do hear another word, I’ll throw you off this horse and leave you.” he whispers in my ear.

“Must you always be so mean, brother?” I murmur.

“You know I would never.” his voice is unusually soft. “You’re to be my wife soon and rule over the seven kingdoms with me.” his words make my heart beat faster. He’s talked about wedding me for years and he says after he gets what he’s seeking he’ll have me after.

“You’ve been saying that for-“

“Do you think I will not rule? Do you think I will not be king?” his voice is back to having its bite.

“I know you will rule.” I keep my voice docile as I nod my head. I don’t know what we’re traveling to seek but I know it will change everything.

“I wish Dany could understand like you do.” he sighs brushing my hair back.

“She’s just a child, Viserys.” he pulls my hair at my words.

“Then she should heed my words.” I simply nod my head knowing fighting with him will get me nowhere.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask for a larger company to attend to us on our travels.” I hum trying not to think about the sun beating against my face. The only other companions we have are two white mares carrying packs with supplies.

“Illyrio said that I need to prove myself on this journey or I won’t be able to have what I seek.” he starts to slowly braid my hair allowing my neck to feel the soft breeze. He’ll never let anyone see this side of him. Not even our younger sister. He’s always so harsh and strict.

“Do you wish for me to braid your hair as well?” I turn back to look at him and he shakes his head.

“No, sweet sister. I’ll be fine.” he places a kiss on the back of my neck and we keep looking at the endless sea of grasses and sand.

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First Week of Travel

There’s been no reprieve of shade or even a breeze in the past two days. My thighs are aching from the constant riding and the sheer fabric of my dress is sticking to my skin. Viserys only allows us to stop at night for a couple of hours before we’re back on the horse. I don’t know if it’s heat sickness but I think I can see a city on the horizon and I will do anything to get us to stop there.

“My brother,” my voice is scratchy and dry from the heat. “My king, please.” I turn to Viserys. “Please can we stop in the city. Just for the night.” I hear him sigh from behind me. “Please Viserys, please.” if I had more water in my body I would surely be crying at this point.

“Hush now, there’s no need to get so worked up. We have to get more supplies and we can stay for one night. That’s it.” he rubs my back in an attempt to soothe me but all it does is make me hotter.

“Thank you.” my voice cracks as the city starts to come closer to us. The sands know how to play mind games. The city which should’ve only been thirty minutes away was actually three hours of travel. My legs have been screaming at me and the moment Viserys helps me off the horse I collapse to the ground.

“Get up. People are staring and you’re embarrassing me.” he hauls me up by my arm and I lean on him for support. “Gods must I do everything for you?” he grits out through his teeth.

“I’m sorry.” I look up to him with defeated eyes. He leads us and our horses to the nearest inn and ties them up outside before starting towards the door with a remark of saying he should tie me up outside with them. At this point any place I can lay down will be like the soft embrace of our mother. He gets us a room and brings us up the stairs before pushing the old wooden door open.

“Then go lay down while I go get us supplies.” I know I should go with him but my legs won’t allow it. I collapse on the bed and I hear him scoff as he sets some bags down. “I don’t even know why I brought you with.” he slams the door behind him and I pay no mind to his hurtful words. I sit up on the bed long enough to remove my dress from my still heated skin and collapse back onto the bed and allow sleep to take me for however long Viserys will allow.

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“Wake up.” I jolt awake by Viserys’ harsh tone. “You couldn’t even unpack a bit before you just went to bed? While you slept I was out collecting supplies for us.” I wipe my eyes trying to wake up but my body is begging to lay back down. “Are you even listening?” he storms over to me on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Viserys. I’m just so tired.” my eyes are focused on the cup of water in his hands.

“Is this what you want?” he taunts shaking the cup in front of me and I look up to him pleading.

“Please,” my voice cracks as I reach out for the cup.

“What have you done to deserve this? Hm?” he tilts my chin up to him.

“My king,” using his preferred title has always softened him. “Please, I beg.” my chest heaves just wanting a sip.

“What kind of king would I be if I didn’t give my queen what she wanted?” his smile is serpentine as he puts the cup into my outstretched hands. “After you’re done, put your dress back on. It’s indecent, anyone could walk in.” he looks around the grungy room unimpressed. “Men here would just take you and not care about your protests and I won’t have a sullied bride.” I ignore his words and drink the water down.

I nod my head at him and set the empty cup on the rickety table. I pull the sheer fabric back over my body and start to walk over to the bags he left. I don’t see why I must unpack if we’re leaving on the morrow but I’m not interested in facing his wrath. He watches me set out a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into in the morning and I begin to try and make the room to his liking as he sits on a chair and watches me. I look around and let out a small sigh that I’ve done all I could and make my way back to the bed. I fall back wishing the fabric wasn’t again sticking to my skin but I don’t want to anger him.

“What are you so upset about now?” he shakes his head watching me as he sets out bread and cheese.

“I’m so hot, Viserys.” I turn on my side to look at him.

“We are the blood of the dragon. The heat shouldn’t bother you.” his eyes linger on my body before looking at my eyes. “Do you just want to flaunt yourself in front of me, is that it?” his lilac eyes darken as a smirk forms on his lips.

“No, I would never.” I shake my head sitting up. “I didn’t mean-“

“Enough,” he waves his hand at me. “Come eat and then we’ll go to bed. We’re leaving at first light.” I sulk out of the bed and come sit at the small table with him. We eat in silence and pretend we don’t hear each other's stomachs roaring. The bread and cheese are quickly gone and he’s pulling me to the bed and I’m thankful for the reprieve of sleep.

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Third Week of Travel

The insides of my thighs hurt so terribly I cry myself to sleep most nights. Viserys turns his back to me under the stars and I try to cover my mouth so he doesn’t hear me. I dread the sunrise everyday. When the sun rises so does his temper as he sets me back on the horse and ignores my pleas of us taking another day of rest.

“If you keep up this crying I’ll have you walk behind the horses.” he turns my head to look at him. “You think your legs hurt now sister, it can be so much worse.” a muffled sob leaves my lips and he stops the horse. He dismounts and holds his hands out for me.

“Viserys, please.” I shake my head trying to steady my voice.

“Get off. Now.” he pulls me down and I fall into his arms.

“I’ll be quiet.” I look up to him pleading. “I’m sorry, Viserys. Please.” I jut my lip out and hold on to his arms.

“Go get the blanket. We will rest for the rest of the day.” I pull him into a hug and he pulls my arms off. “Go before I change my mind.”

“Thank you, my king.” I place a kiss on his cheek. I run and grab the supplies off our mares and he begins to erect our makeshift tent. It’s small and flimsy but it shades us from the sun. I crawl into the shade and spread our blanket down. I lay back on it and sigh with a smile.

“And I’m sure you want for water and food and to take your dress off..” he trails off, tossing a skin of water and some dried meat into the tent. He crawls in through the flaps and starts to lift off my dress. I lay back once I’m bare and freed from the sticky fabric. “You’re absolutely indecent.” his fingers dance up my side making me squirm.

“I’m sorry.” my words breathy.

“Are you?” he leans over and brings the water skin to my lips. His moods change so quickly and as of late it’s been even worse. I just let them run their course and hope for the best. The water trickles down my neck and he chuckles, setting the water skin aside. He brings the meat to my mouth and begins to feed me and I chew slowly watching him. “Do you like when your king dotes on you?” he brings another piece of meat to my lips and I nod.

“I do. Thank you, my king.” I hum looking up at him.

“Shall I fan you off? You’re still so flushed.” he smirks as his fingers trail across my heated skin.

“Viserys,” I whine squirming under his touch.

“You tempt me every night.” his words low as his eyes devour my body. “In the middle of the night you press yourself against me.” he hovers above me. “You let out the softest whimpers and pleas.” he groans as his hand brushes under my breast.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be quiet.” my chest heaves as his fingers continue to dance along my skin. His hand engulfs my breast and his deft fingers roll my nipple pulling a whine from me.

“You can’t even be quiet when you’re awake.” his voice taunting as he continues to pinch and tease my hardened peak. He releases my nipple and trails down my navel and I shut my thighs quickly. “Not yet, sweet sister.” he hums rolling off of me. “Get some rest. I want to be back on the road before dawn.” he grabs the water and meat for himself and starts to eat while I drift off.

I turn my back to him and shut my eyes dreaming of our feather bed back in Pentos. The abundance of food and water we had. The servants who would fan us off or let us sit in a chilled pool when we got too hot. I try not to think of Dany or I'll get too sad. I’m thankful she’s not with us because this is no easy journey and our guide is no easy companion.

“How long until we’re there?” I sigh, keeping my eyes closed.

“If you don’t keep making us stop every other day then we can be there by the end of the week.” his words clipped.

“I’m sorry.” I mumble before cuddling more into the blanket.

“I’m sure you’ll have us stop again anyways.” I can feel his eyes on my back as I keep it turned to him. His words are harsh but his touch is soft and he gently kneads his fingers into my muscles. “Go to sleep.” he hums as he continues to massage me as I drift off.

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Arrival in Valyria

I look upon the ruined city of our ancestors and gape. I would give anything to have seen this in all its glory before the doom. I’ve heard all sorts of stories of why no one can travel here but Viserys has uncovered the truth for us. As we make our way to the heart of the city I start to see things out of the corner of my eye and turn my head quickly.

“Stop jumping so much.” he scolds and I mutter out an apology. I crane my neck looking at the crumbling stone in complete awe of the architecture. I hear fast approaching steps and turn my head but no one is there. “What did I say?” he whispers into my ear and my spine goes straight as we approach the building. I can feel eyes watching us but make no attempt to try and find the owner of those eyes. He jumps off the horse and helps me down. We walk up the ruined steps hand in hand and as we go to push open the doors they groan open on their own. Viserys looks in and doesn’t see anyone and turns to me.

“How strange.” he shrugs, pulling me along with him.

“Viserys, I’m scared.” I whisper looking up at the great ceiling.

“There's no need to be afraid, child.” my spine straightens at the voice in high valyrian.

“Show yourself and bring to me what is owed to me.” Viserys’ voice echoes throughout the hall.

“Viserys-“

“What is owed to you?” the voice laughs. “Tell me your name.” it demands.

“Viserys, third of his name, rightful-“

“No, not you. Her.” I see a silhouette whisk in front of the giant stone hearth. I offer my name barely above a whisper.

“Never mind her. I’m the one who has traveled all this way for you. She is merely here for my pleasure.” he walks up to the ghostly woman in front of the flame.

“Viserys, wait.” he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him.

“Both of you kneel.” I kneel down on the stone that licks through the fabric of my dress. I keep my head down and steal glances at Viserys who is squinting trying to figure out who stands before us. “Are you ready?” I see the bare feet in front of us and I go completely still.

“Oh yes,” I see Viserys tilt his head up and I look over to him in horror.

“The era of kings has passed, we now enter the era of queens.” the voice caresses my ears and before I know it she breaks a vial over my mouth and its contents spill down my throat.

“What have you done?” Viserys shouts into the now empty hall. The person before us has disappeared and I feel.. I feel. I can’t explain it. “Get up.” Viserys drags me up from the floor and looks at me.

“Come to me, my child.” I jump as the voice speaks directly into my mind.

“He won’t let me.” I shake my head as Viserys looks at me like I’ve gone mad and maybe I have.

“You’re faster than he is now. Run up the stairs and come through the third door on your left.” she instructs me.

“I don’t want him to be harmed in my absence.” the voice chuckles in my mind and goes silent. I open my mouth to say something to Viserys but the smell of him floods my senses and I feel my gums splitting open.

“Come upstairs or you’ll be the one to harm your brother.” I feel the tears start to pour over my face as my mind races.

“Viserys, I’m so scared.” I step back from him as he stares at me in a trance. “Viserys?” he just stares at me so I dash up the stairs. I shake my head trying to figure out how I got to this door so quickly. It creaks open and I look inside before entering.

“You’re safe, my child.” the voice doesn’t offer me any semblance of comfort but I’m thankful it’s out loud and not in my head. “Ask the questions floating around your head.” the woman comes out of the shadows.

“Am I going to die?” she brushes her silver hair over her shoulders as she chuckles and I’m rendered speechless at her beauty.

“You will never have to fear death again.” she hums lounging across a chaise.

“What happened to my teeth?” she chuckles and points to the mirror. I’m in front of the cloudy glass the next second. I open my mouth as gasp when I see the two fangs jutting out of my gum line. I look over my features and see that they’re more defined and prominent. I turn back to her and she’s smiling. “I’m..” I grab my throat.

“Mm, I almost forgot.” she claps her hands twice and another like her comes out with a young man in tow. “Have a taste.” she gestures to the man and the other person lingers by the door watching.

“How?” I look at the woman with worry. She’s next to the stunned boy and tilting his head to the side bearing his neck. She nods to me as her fangs press out and she sinks them into his neck. She releases him just as fast as she bit him and gestures for me to come.

“You can kill him if you wish. You don’t have to stop.” I’m taken aback by her words but I ignore them unlike my thirst. I press my teeth into his sink and the second his blood hits my tongue I’m lost. The boy goes limp in my arms as I continue to drain him. I pull back panting heavily as I watch him collapse to the ground. “Feeling better?” she smiles at me.

“Who are you?” I ask tilting my head.

“No one of importance.” she waves me off. “Ask your other questions so we can return to your brother.” Viserys. He completely slipped my mind.

“I didn’t want this. My brother did.” I shake my head stepping back from her suddenly too aware of the blood dripping down my neck. “Can I share this gift with him and my sister?” I look to her hopeful.

“You can, but I’d suggest making your brother prove himself first.” she hums with a slight frown. “All he needs is your blood and for you to will it so.” I'm relieved that there’s a way for me to keep them safe and with me forever.

“So we can’t die?” I watch her walk over to me.

“You can, but no one knows how.” she links her arm with mine and we begin to walk down the hall. As we descend the steps it’s like I’m in a brand new hall as I take in all the detail I missed before. I sigh in relief when I spot Viserys in the same spot I left him, unharmed.

“There’s another gift that you received. It’s mainly used in the common tongue to help settle your meal, but can be used whenever you deem fit.” she smiles wickedly. “Come, Viserys.” he walks over to us as we get off the last step.

“You speak the common tongue?” I furrow my brows.

“Of course, child.” she laughs, throwing her head back. “But we’re in our homeland, why would we speak the tongue of those lesser than us?”

“Can this other gift be used on people like us?” I tilt my head.

“Only by the person who made you.” my anxiety spikes at her words. “Worry not. I never leave this place and have no intention to do so or use it against you.” she offers me the first reassuring smile I’ve had in years. “It takes a little more strength to get it across but you can.” she nods at my brother before us.

“Did you make him stay down here? Why is he like this?” his silence is deafening. I’m waiting for him to yell, to throw something, or to drag me out of here.

“I did. Try to undo it.” she smiles while watching me.

“Break free of her words brother.” he has the same look on his face and I frown.

“Try again.” she nods at me.

“Viserys, please hear me.” my voice threatens to break. “Break free of her words.” I plead and his face instantly crumples.

“How dare you take what is mine?” his eyes narrow on me.

“I didn’t.” I shake my head stepping back. The woman next to me watches us with an amused expression.

“After all I’ve done for you?” he slowly starts to walk towards me and I stay where I am finally realizing I have the upper hand.

“And I have done a lot for you.” he offers me a wicked smile.

“Is that so?” he tilts his head studying me.

“I’ll be around,” the woman sighs as if she’s bored. “There’s some more food for you out in the back stables.” she offers me a nod and disappears.

“How does it feel then?” he stalks around me and I feel his gaze on every inch of me.

“Intense, overwhelming, freeing,” I shake my head trying to pick the most prominent emotion. “Powerful.” I nod.

“Will you change me, sweet sister?” he stands in front of me once more and I purse my lips studying him.

“We can discuss it.” I reply feigning a yawn. “For now I’d like to rest. It’s been a long journey.” I start down a hall and hear him trailing behind me.

“You want to rest here?” he looks at the castle that is slowly being reclaimed by the elements.

“I’m sure there’s a feather bed that’s not in use.” I crack open the first set of doors and find the kitchen. I shut the doors with a groan. “Do you know of the being that I am?” I glance over my shoulder at Viserys.

“I know everything there is to know.” I hear his heartbeat accelerate and scrunch my brows.

“Liar.” I fully turn toward him. I study his face as his heart races. I glance at his neck listening to his blood flow.

“Don’t look at me like that.” his voice wavers and I think this might be the first time I’ve seen him frightened.

“Not even just a taste?” my nose is against his neck before his next breath. I should be embarrassed at being so crass but I can’t help it. The smell of him and how fast his heart is beating pull me in.

“Let’s go find you a bed.” he nods at me pulling out of my reach. “I could even go fetch some of your food.” he offers and I smile revealing my fangs.

“I would like that very much.” I hum and turn to continue on my search. Viserys finds me suitable chambers with a large dusty featherbed that he’s been spending the past ten minutes cleaning off for me. I look around and see that everything has been left untouched since it was abandoned. I make my way over to the window to look upon the bones of the once great city that have been left.

“I wish to try something.” I hum and turn to him.

“What?” he stands up quickly.

“Come here.” he walks over to me instantly and his brows furrow. “Back to the bed.” I lift my chin and watch him walk back.

“What is this?” his anger makes a slight breakthrough.

“Come back over here.” I softly smile.

“Enough of this.” he says through his teeth. “I will-“

“Kneel.” he goes to his knees before me.

“Sister.” his tone is bold for his position. I dip down and cup his cheeks and look him in the eyes.

“I want you to know that even if I do change you I will still be able to do that, because I made you. You will never hold that kind of power over me again.” his heart skips.

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One Week Later

I was thankful to see that our horses were well cared for and are ready to make the journey. She was kind enough to have a covered carriage repaired for us and has our horses linked up to it. I gathered more information from our host and she told me I will always be welcome back. She was kind enough to offer me a couple skins of blood until I could make it to the next city. I watch as Viserys packs our bags and supplies. Once he’s done he helps me in and closes the door behind himself and sits with his back to me as he holds the reins and the carriage jumps into action.

“Are you nervous to leave?” he turns back to me as we trail through the city.

“No. I want to see what it’s like out there now.” I feel such a sense of safety knowing I’m no longer the prey.

“Do you think you’ll change me?” I watch his hands tighten on the reins.

“We can discuss it on the road.” I smile to myself hearing him groan. Leaving the city is completely different than I thought it would be. “I’m thankful we have shade on the journey back.” I sigh lounging back in the seat watching as we pass through the last of the stone gates.

“Let me know when you need to stop and refill your skins.” he looks over his shoulder.

“Do you think I look different, brother?” he hooks the reins to the carriage and turns to me with a smile.

“What do you mean?” he tilts his head letting his eyes trail over me the same as they always have.

“Do you think Dany will be able to tell?” I nibble on my lip.

“If she does, we can just blame it on the journey.” he reaches across and cups my cheek. “Sister you were beautiful before but now.. Gods.” his voice soft as he shakes his head.

“Viserys..” I watch him study every inch of me.

“That woman was right saying we were in the era of queens.” his eyes find mine. “Everyone who sees you will bow to you.” I have no idea what’s gotten into him. Maybe he’s genuinely scared of me now or is just doing everything he can to make me want to change him.

“You’re never this soft with me.” I search his eyes.

“Do not start with that.” he waves me off. “I was always the kindest to you.” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth at his words.

“On the journey here you threatened me at least ten times a day.” he winces as my voice raises.

“I will make up for it. I promise.” he nods his head.

“Trust that you will.” I hum and settle back into my seat.

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First Week of Travel

I smile as our carriage comes to a stop outside a cities walls. I slowly stretch out as Viserys starts to take some of our bags out. He opens the door for me and offers me his hand as I step out. He’s been uncharacteristically polite over the past week and I know it’s because he wants me to change him sooner rather than later. I like the idea of making him wait but I’m selfish enough to want to look at his beauty forever.

“Your friend didn’t happen to give you any coin, did she?” he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

“We won’t need coin anymore.” I pull him in the direction of a nice inn. As we step through the front door we’re greeted by smells of hot food and ale. I walk us up to the innkeeper and offer him a simpering smile.

“What are you doing?” I brush off Viserys words.

“We require the best room you have. Along with a hot meal and clean water to bathe.” the innkeeper looks us up and down and clears his throat.

“And how are you paying for this?” his voice weathered from too many years.

“We are your honored guests for the night. We won’t be paying for anything.” I keep my voice steady hoping this will work or we’re going to be kicked out of this city.

“Of course.” the man nods his head and calls a small child over. “Take them to the room at the top of the stairs and see to it that all their needs are met.” the boy furrows his brows.

“Aren’t you staying in that room already?” the child tilts his head.

“Not tonight. Freshen up the room for our honored guests.” he smiles at me and Viserys.

“Thank you.” I hum.

“No, thank you.” he offers us to sit at a table and dine while our room is prepared. I pick at the food on the plate and push it around so it looks like I’m eating but I’m looking around trying to find an unsuspecting victim.

“Your room is ready and the bath is currently being filled.” the boy comes up to our table glancing at me. He escorts us to our room and comes back a moment later with soaps and oils for the bath and disappears. I look around at the small room and I’m just thankful it’s clean.

“Do you wish for me to bathe you?” Viserys asks from the bed.

“I will never tire of you doting on me.” I sigh as I start to untie my dress.

“Allow me.” he comes behind me and slowly pulls the strings undone. His heartbeat is steady as his fingers trail across my skin. As the dress pools at my feet I can hear his uneven breath.

“Do I still tempt you?” I turn and face him with a smile and watch as his eyes travel over every inch of my body.

“Very much.” he swallows as his eyes linger at my breasts. “My queen.” his eyes snap up to mine and I study him.

“Mm, I quite like the sound of that.” I hum, turning and walking to the bath. I dip in the steaming water and let out a moan as it engulfs me. I watch with low lids as he walks o e froth the soaps and oils. He stops to grab a cloth before kneeling beside the tub. He adds in the floral smelling soaps and oils and I relax further back into the tub.

“May I?” I nod watching him wet the cloth. He starts with one of my arms and his touch is gentle and unhurried. I let my eyes close as he starts on my other arm. He prompts me to sit up and starts to wash my hair. I let out soft sighs as his works the soap into my hair before letting the warm water wash it out. His fingers linger on my skin and I smile to myself at his tantalizing touch.

“I wish to get out now.” I rise and look down at him still on the floor. His gaze is hungry as he stays on the floor looking up at me. I step out of the tub and stand in front of him. He reaches out for my dripping body and I step back with a smirk. Ever since I was changed I’ve had this new sense of confidence and an insatiable desire. “Will you help me dress?” he nods quickly before rushing to the bed to retrieve my dress.

“Do you wish to go find food?” he helps me lift my dress up and begins to tie it.

“Unless you’re offering yourself?” his heartbeat quickens as he stills.

“Could you eat without killing me?” I can hear the slight shake in his voice as he finishes tying my dress.

“I could. You could be my personal source for the rest of our journey.” my fangs split through my gums at the thought. “You smell divine, Viserys.” I turn to him.

“Try it.” he nods at me. I walk over to him as slow as my hunger will allow and I inhale deeply at his neck. I trail my tongue across his skin and I feel my fangs throb in anticipation. I slowly sink my teeth into him and we groan in unison. As his blood flows down my throat I hold him closer. The taste of him is overwhelming. I have to coax myself to let go of him and lap against the marks. “Was that okay?” he pants looking me over still in his arms.

“Perfect.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes darken. “I want my dress off, I'm hot.” I look up at him and he glances at my lips. He makes quick work of my dress and he brings me to the bed.

“I’ll find something I can use to fan you off.” he starts to walk away but I grab his wrist.

“Lay with me?” I tilt my head pulling him back over to the bed.

“I want to- I need to touch you.” his eyes search mine and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What happened to not wanting a sullied bride?” his nostrils flare at my words.

“You’re to be my bride. My queen.” I chuckle at his words. They help me remember that I’m still making him prove himself after everything.

“Mm, never mind.” I wave him off. “Go find something to fan me off with.” I crawl into the bed and lay back. I hear his slight scoff as he rummages around until there’s silence, followed by a cool breeze. A shiver trails through my body and I rub my hands against my chest and I hear his heart race. “It’s gotten chilly.” I graze my fingers against my nipples and squirm. My legs squeeze shut as he looks down at me.

“Do you want me to stop?” his voice low as he watches me.

“No.” I shake my head as I let my hands trail down my torso. “Viserys,” I whine as my hand dips lower until his fingers wrap around my wrist.

“Enough. Go to bed.” he tosses a blanket over me and slips into bed next to me fully clothed.

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One Week Away From Pentos

We lay out under the stars and I listen to his steady heartbeat. I turn to him and admire his beauty in the pale moonlight. We still have stopped at a couple cities so I could fill my skins. He’s been eager to offer himself to me but with the high temperatures I don’t want to risk him as my only source. Tonight all I can think about is how sweet he tastes.

“Viserys,” I hum rolling over onto his chest.

“Yes, my sweet sister?” he smirks at me as his fingers dance up the skin of my back.

“Can I have a taste?” I scoot up his body to rest my mouth near his neck.

“Of course,” he tilts his neck and holds my waist.

“Viserys?” I murmur against his skin.

“Hm?” he helps me settle more comfortably atop him.

“Why do you sleep fully clothed?” he chuckles at my question.

“Do you wish to see me?” I hear the smile in his tone.

“I do.” I purse my lips sitting up. I start to lift off his tunic while he looks at me in amusement. I unlace his trousers and yank them down his legs and take in his lean form. “Mm, you are quite handsome.. well endowed.” I tilt my head as my eyes roam over his body.

“And what would you know of that?” he props himself up on his elbows.

“Talk among the ladies and staff is quite scandalous, brother.” I chuckle crawling back on top of him. “I’d still like my taste.” I lick against his neck and he pulls my body flush against his.

“Quit teasing,” he growls, digging his fingers into me.

“You are in no position to make demands.” I sink my teeth into his neck and he jerks his hips into me. I press myself closer against him as my tongue lashes against his neck. I pull off of him letting my tongue trail against his skin. I press soft kisses across his throat as he holds me tightly. I lean back and look down at him. We’re both breathing heavily and he searches my eyes before pulling me back down against him.

“You are divine.” his words and eyes are filled with devotion as his hands travel up my sides.

“Let me change you and wed you at the same time.” he furrows his brow. “We have dragon glass in one of our bags.” I push off of him and walk over to the carriage. I come back with the small blade and see him sitting up. I sit across from him and offer him the blade.

“There’s no maester or witness.” his words hushed.

“We’ll know.” I nod my head. He presses the blade against his lip and his palm before handing it to me. I mimic his movements and clasp our hands together. We repeat the vows and he presses his lips to mine. I taste our blood mix and it sends my senses into a frenzy.

“Change and stay with me. Forever.” I don’t know if the words flooded from my mouth or directly into his mind but I felt the shift. His hands dig into me harder. I feel his fangs scrap against my lips as blood smears across our face. Our hands roam across each other leaving trails of pink from our cuts.

“Can I taste you?” his voice strained as he waits at my neck. I nod and a moan tears through me when he sinks his teeth in. I shutter in his arms as he gently lays me down. He hovers above me still lapping at my neck. He rolls his hips into me and small gasps spill from my lips at the friction.

“Viserys,” I whine as he stays attached to my neck. His hand slides between my thighs as I gasp as he drags a finger up my slit. He finally lifts his head up and I see my blood dripping down his chin. His lips crash to mine while his fingers continue to brush against my wetness.

“Shh shh,” he shushes against my lips as he swirls his fingers around my bud. “Let me take care of you.” he kisses back down my neck. “My queen.” he kisses across my chest. His soft words and touches have me squirming in his arms.

“Viserys, please,” I whine as he kisses across my chest.

“Mm, what are you begging for? What did those scandalous talks tell you to beg for?” he taunts sliding his fingers down to circle my core.

“A kiss between my thighs.” my cheeks flush as he grins.

“Then that’s what you shall have.” he snakes down my body and I look down at him between my legs. He places a soft kiss against my bud and looks up to me. “Like that?” I shake my head.

“More.” I furrow my brows. His lips encase my bud as his tongue starts to swirl against it and I gasp and whine above him. He holds my legs open as his tongue lashes against me. “Yes, I-“ my stomach tightens as my fingers dig into the blanket. His tongue moves even faster and I begin to roll my hips against him. “Vis-“ my voice breaks as I burst across his face. He continues to lick at me as my hips jerk against him.

“Can I try something else?” his fingers slide through my wetness brush against my sensitive bud.

“Yes.” I nod my head watching him with pleasure filled eyes. He dips a single finger into me and I let out quick gasps as he pumps. I quickly get used to the intrusion but it doesn’t stop my squeak when he presses a second long finger into me. “Viserys,” I cry out as he starts a slow rhythm. My hips roll into his hand as he continues to push his fingers into me.

“Gods you are so wet.” he groans, starting to move his fingers faster. Moans pour from my mouth as he curls his fingers and I try to squeeze my thighs shut. “Does that feel good?” he chuckles, leaning down to whisper against my neck. I nod my head as I chase my approaching high. His teeth sink into me and I combust around his fingers chanting his name. “The sounds you make are so beautiful, my wife.” he hums, pressing his lips against my neck, removing his fingers.

“Please,” I whine as he moves its tip through my wetness. I tremble as he presses against my bud before coating himself in my pleasure. He slowly presses into me watching my face. With every inch I think it’s the last but he keeps filling me. “Viserys,” my voice a breathy plea. His hips finally rest flush against mine as he stills inside of me.

“Hold still.” his fingers dig into my hips to stop my squirming. I start to relax around him and he starts to move. My breath is stolen from me as his pace quickens. He wraps my legs around his waist and I raise my hips to meet his. He leans down and our lips clash as our tongues push against one another. We take and give pleasure to one another and right as I feel myself about to explode I sink my teeth into his neck and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He fills me as my name falls from his lips before he collapses next to me on the blanket.

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Back in Pentos

When we walk back through the red door Dany is sitting on the couch with the same bright smile so remembered. When she sees us she runs over to us and pulls us into a hug. I was so nervous she would notice we were different than before. She eyes Viserys skeptically as his attitude and demeanor are much more different than before.

“What has gotten into you?” Dany looks up at Viserys as he places a kiss on her head.

“Your sister and I finally wed over our journey.” he smiles at me. Dany looks to me alarmed but I give her a reassuring nod. We’ve decided to tell her of our marriage but we don’t wish to tell her about eternity yet. She’s only ten and we want to protect her for as long as we can before offering her to pause in time as a child.

“I’ve found a way to keep us all safe.” I pull her into my embrace. “When you’re older I’ll explain everything but for now just know that you are safe. Your brother and I will protect you.” I hum and she hugs me tighter.

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reidtina · 29 days ago

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Restrained

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Content warnings: +18 MDI sex, roleplay, handcuffs, petnames, orgasm, creampie (youre on the pill tho and youre married), idk

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: Spencer Reid and Y/N had been married for nearly 10 years, and things got a little boring in the bedroom department, so they decided to spice things up a little. Tonight they're using his handcuffs for something other than arresting criminals...

a/n: this is my first spencer fic, so idk if its good, hope yall like it just as much as I liked writing it. Btw, its also on ao3, as always. love you guys. If you enjoy it pls like and repost

You and Spencer had been dating for nearly 10 years (9 years, 8 months and 24 days, like he pointed out earlier), and had been married for about half of this time, and you quickly found out that the whole “couples stop having sex after a while of being married” thing is not entirely bullshit. It’s not like you didn’t ever have sex, but with work and him being out of town all the time things just got colder, you did have sex, but it wasn’t so exciting and to be honest, as much as you were attracted to each other, it felt more like a chore. So that’s why you decided to try something new every week, you missed the beginning stages of dating and how a minor touch turned into you two sweating and trying to breath as your bodies collided in the most delicious dance.

Tonight’s idea wasn’t entirely new, you always had a thing for him wearing his FBI bulletproof vest or anything that reminded you that he was an FBI agent, a really hot one, by the way. And when you brought up the idea, he was more than willing to try, he had been meaning to try new things as well, as he had read that it’s a good idea to spice things up so the marriage don’t become boring and falls apart.

So tonight, when he got home from a work trip, still wearing his suit and looking extra hot, he decided to try out your suggestion, taking the opportunity as you had said it’d be even hotter if you weren’t expecting it, adding spontaneity to the mix.

He opened the door just to find you on the couch, reading a book and drinking a glass of wine wearing only an old shirt of his and pajama shorts. He grins at the sight, he loves to watch you read, but it makes him want to rip your clothes off. When you look up at him, you know what’s going to happen next.

“I’ve heard someone here hasn’t been exactly a good girl” he feels a little embarrassed to say this, but the look on your face quickly makes him lose any embarrassment he could possible feel.

“Am I not a good girl?” you ask as you put down your book on the side table next to the glass of wine. He pretends to consider this as he sits down next to you on the couch “Well, most of the time you are a very good girl… but you can be naughty sometimes too.”

You smirk, starting to enjoy this “Oh, yeah?” you ask almost in a whisper.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me,” he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I can think of a few times just last week when you were being very naughty”

“Like when?” you whisper.

“Oh, I could give you a list if I wanted to,” he answers, his lips now grazing your neck. “But I can think of one specific instance that really stood out.”

“And what was it?” you genuinely had no idea what he could say, considering that with this whole “let’s spice up our marriage” thing you had been having insane amounts of sex and doing all sorts of new things.

His hand slips under your shirt, his fingertips gently tracing along your skin. “Let’s just say that little stunt you pulled in front of the bedroom mirror a week ago really got me going.”

Now you remember, last week he fingered you in front of the full length mirror you have in your room and made you watch. You lean into his ear and whisper “Oh, you mean when you fingered me in front of the mirror so I could watch it?”

He shivers at your words, his hand clutching at your hip. “Yes, that, exactly that,” he growls in your ear. “I really loved that little show you put on.”

You raise your eyebrow in a fake surprise and ask “Did you?”

He nods, his hand slowly moving up your torso again. “Mhmm, I especially enjoyed the sounds you were making.”

You smirk and say “I can't help myself when your fingers are inside me”. His hand finally reaches its destination, cupping your breast, he’s always glad you don’t wear a bra when you’re home. “I know you can’t. And I certainly enjoy it.” He nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. “I was so excited about it, in fact, that I wanted to reward you right then.”

“Maybe you should reward me right now.” you whisper back to him. A low growl escapes his throat as he pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes. “Oh really? You think you’re ready for a reward now? Don’t you think you’ve been a bad girl?”

“I guess it’s your job to find out, Agent Reid.” you say, the title you just called him making you even wetter.

He moves closer, his body pressing against yours. “You know, I’ll have to conduct a thorough investigation to make sure you’re a good girl…” You chuckle and reply “Do what you must, agent.”

He grins, clearly enjoying the roleplay. “Oh, I plan on it.” He suddenly stands, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you up along with him. “Now, come with me. I need to thoroughly investigate.” You stand up and he guides you down the short hallway to your bedroom, walking backwards and keeping his eyes firmly fixed on you. He pushes the door open and steps inside, pulling you in behind him. “Now, we’ll need somewhere to conduct this investigation…” He looks around the room pretending to look for something, before his gaze settles on the bed, a knowing look in his eyes.

He pushes you back towards the bed, gently guiding you down to sit on the edge of the mattress. “First, we’ll need to begin searching for any evidence of bad behavior…” He steps back slightly and pretends to look you over intently, as if inspecting you for any indications of misconduct.

“Mmm, I’m not seeing anything so far…” he says, his eyes roaming over your body. “But, just to be safe, I will need you to lie down, please.” Not even a second after he said that, you’re laying down on the bed.

He steps forward again, standing in between your legs, his gaze hungrily taking in the sight of you. “Mmm, much better. The more evidence there is, the better…” He slowly reaches down, his hands roaming up your bare legs, he loves it when all you’re wearing is one of his old shirts and really short shorts. “Now,” he continues, his voice lower and huskier now. “How far does the evidence go?”

His hands continue to move up up your legs, reaching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up slightly. “Let’s start here,” he mutters, his hands gently pushing your shirt up further, exposing your stomach. “I need to make sure no bad behavior is hiding under here…” His hands continue up, inching your shirt even higher as he takes his time inspecting your body for any signs of “bad behavior”.

“Looks all clear so far… but I can’t be too careful…” He lifts the shirt up over your head, gently removing it and tossing it aside. “Ah, much better. Now I can see my evidence a lot clearer.” He grins mischievously, his eyes raking over your bare chest. “And I see a few things I should inspect more closely…”

You breathe deeply as he gets closer to your breasts with his face and you can feel his hot breath on your bare skin. He looks up at you, his eyes full of lust. “Mmm yes, I see some very important evidence here that I need to get a closer look at…”

He grins at your response, his lips now ghosting over your skin. “Excellent. I’ll need to take my time with these…they’re very important to the case.” He moves closer, his mouth finally making contact with your skin as he slowly starts peppering kisses along your chest and you moan softly. He smirks at the sound of your moan, his lips curving against your skin. “Yes, don’t hold back your sounds, sweetheart. I need to hear every response.” He continues kissing across your chest, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste your skin.

He moves in, his lips hovering just above your skin as he speaks. “You don’t mind if I have a closer look, do you? You have to collaborate with this federal investigation” You shake your head “I don’t mind, go ahead, agent.”

“So far, this evidence is turning out to be very good…” he mutters against your skin, moving towards your right nipple. “But I think I need to investigate further…” His mouth moves closer to your nipple, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your sensitive skin. “I see something very interesting right here…” He stops just short of your nipple, looking up at you with a sly grin. “But before I get started, I’ll to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

You sigh with disappointment and say “Go ahead.” He grins, enjoying teasing you, his mouth still hovering tantalizingly close to your breast. “Good. This won’t take long, I just need to make sure you’re being honest with me, sweetheart.” He pauses, waiting for a hint of confirmation from you before continuing, you nod.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your skin. “Now, the first question is… do you know why you’re being investigated today?”

“No, sir, why?” you ask in fake innocence. He smiles, continuing his teasing. “Well, reports claim that you’ve been quite naughty recently…” He lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “Is that true? Have you been naughty lately?”

“That wouldn't be me, agent.” you say, trying to hold back a grin.

“You know lying to law enforcement is illegal, right? And the sources say you’ve been doing some very naughty things…” he counters, his lips still a breath away from your skin. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” you try to look surprised. He grins again, his lips now grazing your skin. “Oh, various things…but especially this little incident that just happened a week ago…” He leans in closer to your ear as he whispers, “I think you know what I’m speaking of.”

“I have no idea, agent, what is it?” you want to hear him saying. He laughs softly. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. I know how good your memory is…” He moves back, his gaze holding yours firmly. “Do I need to remind you what happened, miss?”

“Yes, agent Reid.”

He smirks, enjoying the roleplay more and more. “Okay, maybe I can jog your memory, then.” A shiver runs through him as he speaks, remembering the night in question. “Think about a week ago. What happened with us in front of the mirror?”

You smirk just from thinking of it. “Do you mean when you fingered me to tears and made me watch?” He lets out a soft chuckle, his fingers digging into your legs slightly. “Yes, exactly that… and how did that make you feel?”

“Good as fuck… sir.” You pause before calling him sir, still a little shy about the roleplay. He laughs, his teeth scraping against your collarbone. “I know it did. You were making the most delicious sounds…” He leans in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “But don’t you think that was naughty behavior?”

“Maybe it was, agent.” You pretend to look innocent, but deep down you just want him to punish you in the hottest ways possible. He chuckles, clearly not buying your act. “Maybe it was? I think it was.” He moves his head back to look you in the eyes again, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “And do you think naughty behavior deserves a punishment?”

“Absolutely.” You nod, eager for whatever punishment he decides to give you. He grins, clearly enjoying this game just as much as you. “Good answer. So you admit that you deserve to be punished for being naughty?”

“Yes.”

“And if you admit that you deserve a punishment, then you should also agree to take this punishment like a good girl, shouldn’t you?”

“Absolutely, agent.”

“Correct. And luckily I have just the punishment in mind for you…” He moves back, standing up straight. “Since you seem so eager for your punishment, I think I’ll just start with it right now.” He looks down at you, a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Now, I need you to do something for me, okay?”

“What is it?” you ask, barely able to wait for him to touch you.

He smiles, his fingers gently tracing along your legs. “I need you to sit up for me, please.”

You sit back up as he asked.

“Good girl” he says, his voice soft and approving. “Now, I’m just going to grab something quickly, alright?” He turns away, grabbing his handcuffs from his drawer in the nightstand.

He looks back at you, holding up the handcuff with a smirk. “Perfect. Now, hold your hands out, please.”

“Such a good girl.” He says when you hold your hands in front of your body. He moves forward, carefully handcuffing you. He looks down at his work, inspecting your hands with a nod. “Looks good. Now, lie back down.” As you lie down, he moves back up to the bed, crawling up to kneel between your legs. “Now, I have another request for you.” He pauses, his hand gently trailing up your legs. “I need you to keep your legs open for me… don’t move them at all.”

You open your legs, and now your panties are picking out from the waistband of your shorts. He grins, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. “Good girl. You know how to listen well…” He reaches down, his fingers sliding up under your shorts, slowly pushing it down to reveal more of your skin. “But you don’t move your legs until I say so, do you understand?”

“Understood, agent Reid.” you say and feel kinda proud you’re also a Reid. “Very good.” He moves closer, now hovering just above you. “You’re a perfect little canvas to work with right now.” He rests a hand on your stomach, tracing small circles with his fingertips. “But I do need to know something else first…”

“What is it, agent?” you ask genuinely curious and eager for him to just touch you already. He grins, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re eager and desperate for his touch. “I need to know how badly you want this. How badly do you want me to touch you right now?”

“Really bad.”

He laughs lightly at your response. “I can see that. But I need you to tell me in words. How badly do you want me?”

“I want you really bad.”

He leans down, his mouth hovering just above your body. “And I know you’re desperate for my touch, aren’t you?”

“I am.” That couldn’t be more true.

He moves down, now resting on his forearms as he positions himself between your legs. “I can see that. You’re practically trembling… begging for me to touch you…”

“It’s torture.” You say.

“I know. But I need to be thorough. I need to collect all the evidence that I can… and I’m finding plenty of evidence that you’re being desperate and needy…”

“Does it mean I'm being a bad girl?” you ask teasingly.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I would say it does. You’re having such a desperate, needy reaction to me right now… it’s incredibly bad girl behavior.” He leans down and kisses your inner thigh. “But you’re also being a good girl, because you haven’t closed your legs yet…”

“I'm not all bad, you see?” You smirk.

He smiles up at you, his mouth still trailing kisses on your thigh. “Mhm, and I’ve also discovered that you’re being a very good girl, because you’ve been so eager and compliant… it’s making the evidence collection very easy for me. But you know what I really want to do right now?” He looks up at you, a gleam in his eyes.

“What?”

He moves back up, his mouth hovering just above yours. “I really want to taste you…”

A smirk takes over your mouth as you ask. “And what's stopping you from doing so?”

He laughs, his lips just barely grazing against yours as he speaks. “Nothing. But first I need a little confirmation from you, sweetheart.”

“Confirmed.” You say softly as you nod eagerly.

“Perfect.”

He presses his lips to yours in a deep, hungry kiss. As he kisses you, his hands begin to roam up and down your body, gently exploring every inch of skin.

He gently tugs at the fabric of your shorts without breaking the kiss. “Mmm, this is in the way.”

“Take it off, agent.” you whisper.

He smirks at your eagerness, and then moves back, his hands moving to the hem of your shorts. “I will. But first I have something else I want to do.”

“Something ELSE?” You sigh in frustration “What is it now?”

He laughs lightly at you reaction. “My needy girl is impatient, is she?” He reaches up and pushes his hand into the side of your hair, tugging gently until your head is tilted back. “I just want to ask you one more question, sweetheart.”

“What?”

He leans in, his mouth by your ear. “Do you know why I want to taste you so badly?”

“Why, sir?” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“Because you look so delicious right now.” You smirk at the complement.

He moves back, his gaze raking over your body. “With your arms restricted and your little short barely covering your thighs… it’s too tempting. I need a taste.”

“Have it, please.” You’re begging now.

He grins, clearly amused by how desperate you are. “Mmm, since you asked so nicely, I think I will.” He moves down, his mouth going to your thighs, slowly kissing and running his tongue along your skin.

His mouth travels higher and higher, until he finally reaches the edge of your shorts. He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. “These are a bit of a blockade, aren’t they?”

You nod and say “I hate those.”

He smiles, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts and your panties as well. “Then I’ll just have to take care of that problem…” He starts to tug at your shorts and panties, slowly sliding both of them down your legs. “There we go…”He pulls them off, dropping them to the ground beside the bed. He looks down at you, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. “Mmm, now I have complete access… and I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you.”

He lowers himself back down, his mouth continuing its journey along your body. His lips and tongue trail up your legs, then along your inner thighs until finally, they’re where you want them most. He pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “You taste so sweet… just like I knew you would.” You moan at the praise.

He smiles, clearly enjoying the noise you’re making. “I like that sound.”

He starts to move again, his tongue flickering against your flesh as he explores it. “So needy and desperate… my little sweet treat…” You can feel his nose on your clit while his tongue is exploring your pussy. He moans softly, enjoying the feeling of your body trembling underneath him, the vibration of the moan stimulating you even more. “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart.”

He continues to use his mouth to devour you as if he can’t get enough of you. “I’m going to drive you insane.” He says, but he’s already driving you fucking crazy, he always does, no one eats pussy like Spencer Reid.

“You already are.” you say through heavy breaths, your whole body trembling. He laughs lightly. “But I’m not done yet.” He looks up at you, his eyes holding yours as his tongue continues to work. “I’m going to play with you until I’m satisfied… and right now, I am far from satisfied.”

The look on his eyes combined with his pussy eating abilities make your whole body tenses up and then, a few seconds later, it relaxes in an orgasm as you scream. He grins, clearly pleased with your response. “There it is.” He says moving back up your body, his mouth now on your neck. “I love making you scream.”

“Fuck, Spencer.” you say, trying to catch your breath again. He laughs against your skin. “I love hearing you swear.” He presses his body against yours, his mouth by your ear. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

“Thankfully, cause I'm not either.” You say, already ready for more of him.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm. “I knew you’d want more.” He rolls over onto his back, pulling you up on top of him so that you’re now straddling his hips. “I’m not going to release your hands just yet.” He looks up at you, his hands going to your hips. “But you look so pretty like this… all tied up on top of me…”

You smirk, his compliments still making you blush, even after being married for so long, maybe that’s true love. He smiles, he knows and loves the fact that you’re still so affected by his words. “And it gives me so many possibilities.” He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. “For example, I could just pin you down and do whatever I want to you right now…”

“… but instead I’m going to let you do the work.”

He loosens his grip on your hips slightly, giving you the freedom to move. “How does that sound to you, sweetheart?”

You nod “I like it, agent.”

“Good girl.” He smiles, his hands roaming up and down your sides. “Now I want you to start riding my thigh, sweetheart.” You start moving your hips back and forth, creating friction between his pants and your clit. He moans softly, his hands still on your hips. “There you go, princess. Just like that… nice and slow. You look so pretty like this.” He has always liked the sensation of you pleasuring yourself on him. He moans softly, the opposite of your own loud moans, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “You’re so needy and desperate… it’s driving me wild.”

“Can you please fuck me?” you finally ask.

He grins at your forwardness, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “You want me to, sweetheart?”

You pause your movements and nod. “Yes, agent.”

“Then you’re going to have to beg for it.” You’d get on your fucking knees and beg if you had to. “Please, agent Reid, you said you'd reward me if you found I've been a good girl, and I have, you didn't find any evidence of bad behavior.”

He laughs lightly at your pleading as if he hadn’t asked for it. “I did say that, didn't I?” He moves his hands up to your sides, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “And you’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have.”

He smiles, his hands roaming up and down your body. “Then I suppose you should have your reward, shouldn’t you?”

“Please.”

He moves his hands down to your thighs, his fingers trailing up and down your skin. “Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to give you what you want. But first I need you to get off me and lie back down on the bed. Hands above your head, just how I like it.”

You smirk and do as he told you to. He grins, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re obeying him. “Good girl. You’re just being so obedient for me, and that’s how I like you… so obedient and pliable. Doing whatever I tell you to, no questions asked.”

He moves up, now hovering over you. “Now, I want you to keep your hands above your head. Don’t moving them at all, understood, sweetheart?”

“Yes, agent.”

“Good girl.”

He starts to kiss and bite your skin, his mouth moving down to your collarbone. His hands roam up and down your sides, his touch leaving a trail of heat across your skin. He moves back up to your mouth, his lips crashing into yours in a deep kiss. His mouth devours yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

He looks down at you, his eyes practically eating your body. “You look so pretty like this… all tied up and desperate… so obedient… and all for me…” He leans down, his mouth attacking your neck. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes roaming down your body. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. He looks up at you as he takes off his blazer and throws it on the floor then takes off his tie and opens his shirt, revealing his body.

When he already threw all off it on the floor, he leans in, his mouth attacking your neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your skin. His hands roam down your body, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He gets up and looks down at you, taking in the sight of you in nothing as he unzips his pants, pushes them down and tosses them to the side, leaving him in his boxer briefs. “Mmm, now we’re more equal, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You chuckle “Almost”

He smirks, his eyes roaming over your body. “Almost.” He agrees as he pulls his boxers off revealing his big dick and then crawls over you, his body covering yours. He looks down at you, a smile spreading across his face. “Now there’s no barriers between us.”

“Like it should be” you whisper.

He smiles pleased by your answer. “That’s exactly right, sweetheart.” He nuzzles into your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. He then places his dripping tip on your entrance and looks you in the eye as he slides it in. He’s watching your reaction as he pushes in, his hands gripping your thighs, his eyes locked on your face the whole time. “You feel so good” he says and you both moan when he’s fully inside you.

He looks down at you, his face full of need. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart. So tight and so eager….”

He moans softly, his grip on your thighs tightening. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that…” he says when you moan his name into his ear.

You put your legs up his shoulders, making him hit the spot that makes you both go crazy. He hisses as he hits it, his head rolling back. “Fuuuck, you’re going to make me lose control.“ You’re nearly crying outta pleasure and it's getting hard to keep your hands up.

“I can tell you’re getting tense… you’re not going to be able to hold out for much longer, are you?” You shake your head and say “No.” He knows you and your body so well, that’s the result of nearly 10 years of marriage.

He grins, loving the power he has over you in this moment. "But I'm not done with you yet sweetheart."

Your breath becomes heavier and faster as you’re reaching the second orgasm of the night “I’m getting close.” you manage to say through moans and heavy breaths.

He keeps the pace steady. "I want you to let yourself go. I want you to give into the feeling." his words were all you needed to allow the orgasm to take over your body.

He feels you tighten around him as you orgasm and he whispers in your ear "That's it… good girl.”

He keeps moving, his movements more urgent, more desperate now as he’s trying to reach his own orgasm. He can tell he’s getting close, the feeling starting to overwhelm him, his muscles tensing. “Sweetheart… I can’t hold back any longer…”

“Cum inside me.” You ask, but he always did, you were on the pill anyways, but saying it felt so hot.

He starts moving faster, driven by your words of encouragement. His breath quick as his hands slide down your body leaving his fingerprints all over your skin. He’s getting close, you can tell. His body is tense, his eyes locked on yours. He shudders with pleasure as he reaches his orgasm, his eyes locked on yours, his breath ragged and labored. “That was incredible.” He says as he collapses on top of you, his body trembling with aftershocks.

You take a deep breath before agreeing. “Yes, it was.”

He buries his face in your neck, still trying to catch his breath. “Sweetheart, you were amazing. You are amazing. Always”

You smile at the praise and say your favorite words. “I love you, Spencer.”

He smiles back as he replies “I love you, Y/N.” he pauses before saying. “Now I need to get those handcuffs’ keys, we don’t want you restrained forever”

You chuckle, “Oh, you better know where they are.”

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brittle-doughie · 3 months ago

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Greetings! CCCC Anon here once again! its been a while since I've sent an ask due to lack of ideas but here we are! Couldn't pick what I want to send first and ended up deciding to sent a couple of incorrect quotes.

(p.s some small changes are made on the 3 sides, Emotional side now has wings(they're now slightly burnt and all new feathers are dull due to instinctual side), logical side has a small floating blue crown, floating sharp metallic fingers and is basically a fully sentient robot, and instinctual's right side is dark red with bright red outlines, three horns and a tail with it's head resembling that of the head of a trident.)

Emotional side: (Do you take constructive criticism?)

Logical side: [No, only cash or credit.]

Instinctual side:*holding papers with lyrics*{Does anyone understand their parts?}

Emotional side:(Uh I broke my gun.)

Instinctual side:{I don't care, *Throws all the papers to the side* Wonderful!}

Instinctual side:{Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.}

Emotional side:(*concerned* U-um..)

Logical side:[Please never become a surgeon.]

Instinctual side:{Someone's trying to break in. Its totally crowned cupcake and royal icing Call the cops!}

Emotional side:(*Pulls out a glock* I got this.)

Logical side:[Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-]

Hero cookie: I have a bad feeling about this.

Logical side:[What do you mean?]

Emtional side:(Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?)

Logical side:[....No?]

Logical side:[Violence isn't the answer.]

Emotional side:(You're right. Violence is a question and the answer is yes.)

Instinctual side:{No-}

Emotional side:(How stupid do you think I am?!)

Logical side:[You really want an honest answer to that?]

Instincual side:{I only have 2 emotions: exhaustion and stress. and somehow always feeling both simultaneously.}

Ananas dragon cookie: Uh- I-

Lotus dragon cookie: Well, are you going to say something?

Ananas dragon cookie: WELL I DON'T HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT!

Y/n, who just became whole few weeks ago and is already sick and tired of all of the obssesive cookie's bullshit:<What, I can't be in a bad mood? Like cookies think, "Oh, Y/n's such a nice person, Y/n is so happy-go-lucky! Y/n Can't be in a bad mood!">

Pure vanilla cookie: Y/n-

Y/n:<Well you know what?*Holding the potion that resulted in them splitting into 3 sides* Y/n CAN be in a bad mood.>

Pure vanilla cookie:Y/n please put the potion down we can talk this out-

Y/n now deranged:<And right now, Y/n IS in a bad mood.>

Pure vanilla cookie: Y/N NO-

Y/n:*Chugs down the entire potion and splits into 3 again*

Emotional side:(...Why..)

Logical side:[Oh you have got to be kiddin-}

Instinctual side:{OH FOR FUCKS SAKE-}

I would add something here on the end of this ask but idk how what to put.

Sincerely- CCCC Anon

The incorrect quotes are, indeed, incorrect.

#brittle answers

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ivymarquis · 3 months ago

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Speaking of simon fics that have been marinating on the backburner-

This is gonna end up being a “Price’s wife fucks Ghost’s girlfriend” that idk when Imma finish so Imma just drop it off here c:

Simon is a bit of a feral cat in the sense that you intrinsically know he’ll bolt if you push too hard too fast on something he’s not ready for.

You’ve been in this limbo for a few weeks, and as much as you’d like to continue to stick your head in the sand, you can feel the question bubbling up in your throat. The more time that passes (the more times he folds you in half like a piece of paper) the more difficult it is to keep the question to yourself.

It spills out unbidden one night as you’re catching your breath- bliss making your self control more lax than normal.

There’s no what are we conversation, and you’re okay with something more casual at first but now the question is overshadowing everything in your life, including your time with him.

There’s a chance you’ll lose him by asking. It will devastate you, but the uncertainty of where you two stand is crushing.

“Are you seeing anyone else?”

If only for the sake of your sexual health, you have the right to ask.

You’re not exclusive. And his job takes him away for weeks or months at a time. You remind yourself that you have no claim to him even when his back is littered with the reddening criss cross of your nails dragging down his skin in the heat of the moment. He spends enough time with you that you’re certain he prefers your company when he’s home but that means nothing for when he’s away.

Immediately you regret asking- but you can’t unring a bell.

The silence is all the answer you need. Something twists in your gut- wounded and tender despite knowing you did this to yourself.

He’s going to leave.

You should have never asked, should have just made peace with the unknown, should hav-

“‘S a couple I used to fool around with. I quit seeing them when I started seeing you.”

That… is a lot of information at one time.

“Oh.”

You’re not sure what to say. Arguably you have the answer you were hoping for, but somehow you feel like a dog who’s managed to “catch” the car its chasing-

Now what do you do?

“Do I know them?”

You’ll never know what possesses you to continue digging your own grave.

More silence. Okay, now you’ve pushed too far for real-

“Yes.”

Oh.

#simon ghost riley x reader #my writing

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s-4pphics · 1 year ago

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hi i’m ill and had a dream ab ellie in cat ears so i wrote it its torture fr LOOOOOL its something quick fr i just miss writing ab sex :( might make it a lil series but i dont have a title idk okie bye

based off this

wc;cw: 1.3k, subpetplayer!ellie, dom!oc, SMUT MDNI, head, squirting, dirty talk, ellies so fucking cute and in love, happy gay bitches ew🙄

“El?”

“Mhm?”

“… Wanna roleplay?”

Your girlfriend choked on her 7/11 slushee, sitting up from where you two were snuggled together on the couch while the TV played. Your hand clapped on her back, and she turned to face you, her cheeks already tinting a deep red.

“… Huh?”

She stared at you in shock, her wet lips agape and her eyes glimmering under the dim decorative lamp. A slimy grin crawled onto your face.

“Wanna roleplay?” You repeated, your voice lower.

Her shoulders rose up and down with each recovered breath, her eyes nervously flicking around the room.

“Like… like in GTA?”

You snorted and shook your head.

“I think you know what I mean.”

“No,” she squealed, “I don’t—“

“You’d make such a cute little kitty,” you cooed, your hand coming up to play with her earlobe. She shuddered and subtly leaned into your touch before her eyes doubled in size at your amused expression.

“Oh?”

“I-I’m—“

“What if I told you I made an impulsive purchase a couple weeks ago,” You smirked.

“No the fuck you didn’t—“

“I did. Amazon coupon,” you snickered.

“… I fucking hate you.”

You pinched the plush skin of her ear and she flinched.

“Cats don’t fucking talk.”

Her body shook when your hand squeezed her cheeks together, her lids fluttering when you leaned forward to peck her nose and warm cheeks. You gave her a peck on her lips before licking her bottom one, and she hummed softly, inching closer for another.

“You know what to do?”

She nodded so fast, her nose bumped yours.

“Go on then. Top drawer.”

She shook her head with a whine; She wanted another kiss. You dug your nails into her face and she moaned aloud.

“Do what I say.”

You released her and she rose to run down the hallway. You grinned and kicked your feet up on the coffee table, snagging a few more Lifesavers from the bag and shoved them in your mouth.

This was your favorite part of the movie; Edmond’s about to get kidnapped by the white witch!

Fifteen minutes passed when you finally entered your shared bedroom, and your heart pounded at the sight in front of you.

Ellie was on her knees in front of the bed, hands folded in her lap, only in her running shorts and the fluffy, pink and black kitty ears that were littered with bows and glitter, the crumpled Amazon package that it came in was tossed near the window.

Her back arched when she heard the door slammed behind you; You could almost envision her pretty ears flinching at the ruckus.

You circled her like a lioness, “Look at you. The prettiest.”

You took a seat in front of her and she sighed, staring past you and through the wall. Her hands squeezed together.

“You can look at me, hun.”

She relaxed at your comforting tone, finally meeting your eyes at your word.

“Kitty’s been so fucking good today,” you praised, “Did everything I asked. The best girl.”

You massaged her scalp and she nuzzled up into your touch, following your hand wherever it traveled on her head. Her eyes were pleading and watery — desperate. So trusting and ready to give you anything you desired.

“Think kitty deserves a treat. Is baby hungry?” She nodded imploringly, her head falling onto your thigh to nestle it.

“Go ahead. Take what’s yours,” you encouraged gently with a nod.

She practically tore your panties to shreds, the fabric dangling off your legs. She ogled you like she was dehydrated and your cunt was fresh lake water, harsh breaths leaving her mouth, but she didn’t move. She whimpered and begged some more, rubbing her face all over your leg. You laughed, and she sobbed.

Her legs were squeezing together, trying to stimulate anywhere she could. She needed to get off with you.

“C’mon, babygirl,” You leaned back and propped your legs open, your pussy on full display for your girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around your thighs and yanked you closer, diving face-first into your pussy.

Delighted laughs molded with your moans with every swipe of her tongue on your clit, your hands rubbing her head and scratching her shoulder. She slurped and sucked all over your pussy, her tongue dragging up after she fucked it inside you.

Curses and gasps left your mouth, your legs instinctively closing around her head before she forced them open. Her tongue flicked over your bud perfectly, desperately drinking all your slick.

Nasty sounds of her tongue on and in your cunt disrupted the peace of your quaint space. Your hands left her to rub and yank at your tits. She moaned into your pussy while she watched you touch yourself, her arm falling between her own legs to rub down on her wrist.

Her licks on your cunt slowed with every grind into her hand, and you paused.

You scoffed when you looked down and saw her humping her own arm like a dog, her drool coating your hip as she cried in satisfaction.

“Ellie.”

A loud whine left her mouth, her bounces increasing in pace. You gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head up, her dazed eyes blinking slowly with affection. She loves you so much.

“You get your reward and this is how you act? Didn’t even ask me t’cum.”

She could only stare in complete adoration, her vision cloudy and hyper fixated on you. She needs you. Needs your cunt on her fucking face.

“Gotta take care of myself, huh? That’s how it is?” You snarked.

Tears filled Ellie’s eyes at the insinuation; She loves you! She messed up! She won’t do it again!

“Put your hands behind your back,” you scolded and her lip quivered.

Her wrists crossed at the end of her spine, and your hand came down to spread your sticky lips apart. You scooped some slick at your entrance.

“Open.”

Ellie’s lips parted, and you shoved two wet digits in her mouth. She hummed and sucked them diligently, her tongue swirling around to gather every drop.

“Uh huh. Savor that. You’re not getting anymore.”

Her expression downcasted. Her fluffy ears almost flattened atop her head.

“Don’t pout,” You pulled out of her mouth, “I gave you a chance. Sit there and watch me.”

Your fingers returned to your clenching entrance, slowly pushing inside, your walls slowly swallowing around them to pull them deeper. You and Ellie moaned in unison, the two of you watching how you stretched around your digits.

“Yeah? Kitty likes that?” You exhaled shakily and Ellie licked your thigh. You sighed happily.

“Was so fuckin’ close but you had to show out,” You spat quietly, your fingers massaging the squishy walls of your pussy, “Gonna fuck you up so good after I cum, fuck.”

Ellie was panting against your bare skin, hot and sweaty with her eyes glued to your pussy. You fucked yourself harder, arching your fingers to nudge that perfect spot, grinding them deep inside you. Wet sounds rang from your cunt and against the walls, heat building in the pit of your stomach at an alarming pace.

Ellie got closer to your pussy, her heavy breaths hitting your throbbing clit. You couldn’t bring yourself to push her away like you normally would, the intensity of your climbing orgasm overtaking your mind.

“Gonna make you suck my cum out these fucking sheets. Nasty bitch,” Ellie moaned right above your cunt, eager for your juices to drench her face completely. You’re right there, she can tell. You just need a little more, fuck fuck fuck, she needs this—

Kitty wants your cum, mommy? Please?

A sharp gasp left your lips and your eyes rolled into your skull. You barely felt Ellie’s lips wrap around your clit in a hard suction, your juices splashing against her chin and tongue and cheeks. She helped you ride it out in her mouth, her arms holding your bucking hips down on the bed. She keened at your gasped praises of goodkittygoodkittyfuck.

She eased you back into your body, her sucks easing into gentle licks on your bud. You promised yourself you’d get her for disobeying later; You’re fucking tired.

Some time passed as you wallowed in your bliss before a grin grew on your face.

“C’mere, baby.”

Ellie climbed onto the bed and on top of you, straddling your waist and leaning down for a peck. She pulled back when that mischief from earlier resurfaced in your eyes.

“I didn’t even get to show you the tail.”

Ellie shuddered against you; She silently prayed for you to get her a collar next.

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