#they're an old married couple what is this

[lexirosewrites]

An ask abt nugget #5 for slick sunday in the same universe as my new year's birth nugget #4

The Munsons live in Chicago, Eddie both co-owns a landmark music store & co-founded a small record label tht is growing by the year. Steve is THRIVING as a stay at home mom who gets to write fun kid friendly fantasy novels on the side & has had a number of them printed to a resounding success with his latest being the 1st of a kid friendly horror book series titled "The Strange Times Files"

Steddie got married/mated January 5, 1988 when Steve was already pregnant w nugget #1

The names & birthdays of the 4 Munson nuggets are as follows:

Nugget #1: Joan Riot Munson (May 4, 1988)

Nugget #2: Lennon "Lenny" Eagles Munson (August 15, 1992, 10:23am)

Nugget #3: Stevie Jett Munson (August 15, 1992, 10:25am)

Nugget #4: Jim Hendricks Munson (Jan 1, 1996)

(I did actual math to make these birthdays make sense so I can get the age gaps right & yes Lenny is going to b very obnoxious about being older than Stevie around their 12th birthday)

Steddie decide to hold off on nugget #5 for a few years. Then in 1998 when baby Jim is 2 years old, the twins are 6, and Joan is 10, they decide to start trying for #5

For their anniversary tht year Lucas uses his professional basketball player money to get them a private jet to Amsterdam, Will uses his art connections to get them a whole townhouse not far from the Van Gogh museum, and El makes Steve an entire bespoke wardrobe just for the trip (including lingerie).

They'll b gone for the rest of January (enough time to encompass Steve's upcoming heat) & while there is nervous energy tht they're leaving their pups for so long they know that their pack will take good care of them. Eddie provides a binder on each of the pups likes & dislikes & any allergies (Joan can't have shellfish & Lenny can't have mushrooms) along with a rough outline of the usual schedule of their days during the school week & weekends as well as any & every phone number they might need (poison control, pediatricians, school, and the number of the townhouse they'll staying at) & last but not least is what to do when each pup can't sleep (Joan goes down after a short game of scrabble because tht kid is a voracious reader w a vocabulary to match, Lenny & Stevie get tired after a cup of warm milk with honey extra points if Wheel of Fortune is playing on the TV, and Jim usually just needs to b allowed to get excess energy out then given warm milk with honey of his own)

The trip is wonderful!

Steve's mom visits for a few days from Vienna, she brings the famous sachertorte w her (which steve "sweet tooth" munson ends up loving) & invites them to visit her in Austria for the Christmas season next year in 1999 insistent tht she will pay for everything & tht she doesn't care tht Eddie makes good money producing music in Chicago she got an amazing divorce settlement & as a result owns half of Richard's more lucrative investments as well as her own newer investments. Amelia Harrington extracts a promise from the couple to be in Austria for Christmas 1999 then bids them goodbye & returns to her apartment in Vienna wishing them luck on making nugget #5.

they smoke weed in coffeeshops, they see an NSFW art performance in the red light district, & wander the museum & streets & generally be in love. Steve's heat comes on schedule near the end of their trip & it's a beautiful experience of reconnecting as people not just as parents or a couple. By the end they miss their pups, have fallen more in love, & r ready to be home again.

A few weeks after getting home Steve feels a little weird like he might b coming down w something, he's more easily nauseous & having body aches but cannot figure out what exactly is going on. He goes to their doctor with an inkling but wants to rule out all other possibilities, his blood test comes back telling them he's not only healthy but pregnant again w nugget #5!!! Steve is ecstatic & when he tells Eddie the alpha starts crying from how in love he is with his mate & how grateful he is tht Steve has given their family 4 healthy pups & is now pregnant w #5

Nugget #5 is a textbook pregnancy, so much so the doctor jokes abt it. Steve is glowing by week 5, baby #5 likes tumbling around more than their siblings, his cravings r different on the whole except he still craves pickles tht r as crunchy as possible like he did w his previous 3 pregnancies. Nugget #5 is due around October 29th but all baby does is drop into Steve's pelvis around tht date.

Then... October 31st arrives & Steve wakes up at 5am from a contraction. It isn't quite go time yet so the family goes abt their day w the exception tht Steve pauses to breathe thru contractions every now & then, steddie get their pups ready for school complete with costumes & makeup & promises tht when the day is done they'll have a new baby sibling in the world, Eddie takes the day off & takes baby Jim to Wayne's (who lives 2 doors down at steddies insistence) who then starts the phone tree to let everyone know nugget #5 is on the way today. By the time Eddie gets back home Steve has timed the contractions closer together but his water hasn't broken quite yet so after Eddie gets the hospital bag in the car along w his mate they go to portillo's for some French fries & a chocolate cake shake. It's as they get back in the car with Steve happily dipping his fries into his shake tht his water breaks. The hospital knows they're coming & so there's almost no chaos to speak of.

Steve gets hooked up to machines & Eddie gets scrubbed in so he can hold his mates hand as it comes time to push. He's pushing well but something feels wrong the longer he goes on, he doesn't feel weaker but something isn't right. & steddie realize at the same time as the medical team tht the babies heart rate is dropping with every push. Then there's a lot of movement really quickly as the doctor is suddenly prepping for surgery while a nurse explains tht an emergency c-section is going to be necessary & tht Steve will need to go under anesthesia. Eddie is doing everything in his power to maintain his own calm while thru the bond he feels Steve's anxiety mounting into panic as the information sinks in, he promises to not leave his side & tht everything w b okay & tht c-sections must not b a big deal bc already the doctor is ready & the anesthesiologist is entering the room & did Steve know tht Shakespeare mentioned c-sections so tht means they've been around longer than anesthesia & then Steve is breathing in the gas & counting backwards from 10 but only gets to 8 before he's closing his eyes

The surgery is indeed not a big deal, there's a lot of blood & he peeks to see they had to move Steve's organs around & Eddie's heart drops into the basement when he sees how blue his baby girl was because the umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck but soon they unwind it & she's breathing in big lungfuls of air & crying at the injustice of leaving her warm home of the past 40 weeks & she's laid down under a warming lamp before they even wash her because her temperature wasn't what they'd like

While Steve wakes up baby #5 is weighed & measured & she's healthy all around except the scare she gave them all because of her propensity for tumbling around in the fluid filled womb. Once she's washed her scent blooms milky but sweeter than any of their pups & after a blood test the doctors confirm she's indeed an omega (Joan was born with a milky but spicy scent & dual sex anatomy so a blood test confirmed tht she's a girl alpha, and its very likely the twins will b betas)

Steddie name her Siouxsie Robin Munson, Robin begins blubbering immediately when Steve tells her this. She gets baby Siouxsie a stuffed Robin bird for her crib tht the pup holds onto well into adulthood

Siouxsie goes home from the hospital & about a year later proves to b the water baby of the bunch. taking to the infant swimming classes at The Y like a duck to water. Eddie jokes she was tumbling around so much in the womb to prepare for an Olympic career.

((Indeed, 18 years later, following a lot of hard work & a lot of tears & a lot of moments of almost quitting but persevering anyway, in 2016 the entire upside down pack (+ pups & spouses & the list goes on & even not-so-baby-anymore Jim took a break from his latest filming schedule to b there) are all cheering wildly in the stands of Rio de Janeiro while Siouxsie Robin Munson wins gold in the women's 400 metres freestyle swim event, it is the first of many Olympic games she will attend & the first of many gold medals she will win))

(i was indeed impressed with the dates but also laughing because steddie have the same anniversary as my mom and i who are both divorced from the curse of our january 5th weddings😂)

[reidtina]

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.”

[wisteria-lodge]

Thank you bonaesperanza for this:

We actually know that a person from the Black family got disowned for marrying a Weasley (Septimus Weasley, if I remember correctly). This guy is most likely Arthur's father, based on Sirius's explanation of how they're related, so we know the Weasleys were already considered blood traitors before Arthur was born (or, alternatively, Arthur's father did something that turned him into a social pariah after Arthur was born and the whole family got disowned). I imagine that they started losing their fortune, or rather stopped earning new money, when they got "cancelled" by pureblood society and therefore lost any business contacts. OTOH the Blacks who intermarried with Prewetts are still on the family tree, which makes me suspect that Molly's family is at the very least disapproving of her marriage to Arthur (which also makes sense considering how more... Normie she is compared to him). Now, the Black family tree says that Septimus Weasley had 3 children, but according to some JKR interview there was a draft where Ginny was supposed to be "the seventh child of the seventh child" and therefore super magically powerful, which makes me think that Septimus perhaps had seven children, Arthur being the youngest, and that the couple had three children *at the moment when his wife Cedrella was burned off the family tree*. Because why would the family tree continue tracking her if she's been obliterated from it? This would explain why the Weasleys are so poor: Septimus had to divide his rapidly dwindling fortune between seven children, and Arthur is the youngest. It would also explain why "Old Uncle Billius" is old - he could be one of the eldest children, and therefore almost a generation older than Arthur. And it would also place Arthur in the position of growing up raised by rich parents who are no longer rich, hence his lack of care with money (nobody taught him how to manage it) and "rich people habits". I personally like this theory because this is what happened to *my* family: my grandfather is the ninth child of a minor aristocrat who lost everything through backing the wrong side in WWII, and my grandfather (who barely remembers the time when the family had any money) inherited nothing but a tiny plot of land and a sense of entitlement. I can confirm that it does definitely lead to "rich people habits" and a complete lack of knowledge of how to manage a household on a normal budget, among other behavioural weirdness. I imagine Molly was also used to life of a... Higher tenor I guess, which has probably contributed both to the growing resentment between her and Arthur, and her overbearing insistence for her children to make something out of themselves. I imagine that she's likely from a younger branch and the Prewett money went to some older uncle/son, if she hasn't been actively disinherited as well. I don't remember if we ever hear Molly talking about any family members aside from her brothers?

We really don't. And I love it when each of the different pureblood families has a "thing" - a type of magic they're associated with or specialize in. I could 100% see the Weasleys as always going for seven kids for magical reasons, that's actually a ton of fun.

Always imagined the Weasleys as in debt. Not Arthur’s fault, but his father’s, probably. Poverty can’t be an old thing about them, both Molly and Arthur have very “rich people” habits, and they are in fact still on the sacred 28 list, which I’m sorry, like it should mean something even if JKR retconned it later as some sort of unofficial thing.

So my headcanon is this: the Weasleys were your regular pure blood family, aristocrats essentially. Maybe not as rich as Malfoys or Potters, but still very well-to-do, and then lost it all very recently. That’s why we are presented with the world where there are supposed to be many many weasleys, but in fact there are only Arthur’s branch. His brother Billius was a raging alcoholic, too. The twins said he died from delirium from drinking basically.

So here goes: the sacred 28 form the wizard House of Lords, that’s why Arthur is able to push for some laws (and I think that given that the laws thing and the sacred 28/blood purity are explored in the same book, that’s probably what she intended), because he has the seat in the wizarding House of Lords. He and Lucius knew each other well and were friendly/grew up around each other before the Weasleys went bankrupt and Arthur chose to side with Dumbledore in the war. That’s why Lucius is going around talking to his son about Arthur, while sounding very bitter. Explains the strange money flow and all of the connections and favors, too.

What a fantastic theory. I absolutely love this. You can absolutely make the case that the Weasleys and/or Prewetts were aristocratic families who fell from grace *recently.*

Like we have:

~ Molly's squib second cousin the accountant who they "never talk about." Yeah I BET. It sounds like this cousin just left the wizard world completely. Are you even allowed to do that?

~ Uncle Bilius, Ron's namesake. The alcoholic who officially died after seeing a grim... but it's kinda vauge if grim even exist, so we're going to chalk that one up under "died under mysterious circumstances."

~ Aunt Muriel, who has money... but she's not helping out Molly and Arthur, even though she's "fond of Bill" so does she really? She's the one with the goblin-made moonstone tiara, which kinda sounds like (the last?) family heirloom.

~ Molly's brothers Fabian and Gideon who died unexpectedly young, and without heirs. Does this mean that the Prewett money went to another family/branch of the family? Was Molly out of the running because she technically wasn't a Prewett at the time, and the money follows the name? Also, she'd already had most of her large family before they died, so maybe she was counting on an income that dried up.

(do they have death duties / inheritance tax in the wizarding world? they MIGHT.)

Any one of the above relatives might have absolutely cost the family a LOT of money, and left Arthur and Molly playing catch-up.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 17 - To Become One

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong

Warnings: nothing

A/N - FLUFF!!!! IT'S FINALLY HERE - THE WEDDING!

HOTD masterlist

"The year 116 was significant for Princess Daena - she turned 18 and married  Ser Harwin Strong. In the Grand Sept of King's Landing, the two exchanged their vows under the eyes of the Seven. The Princess shocked everyone when she appeared wearing a magnificent blood-red Valyrian gown once worn by her grandmother, Princess Alyssa. To say that Queen Alicent was appalled would be an understatement. 

The wedding celebrations were a small affair by royal standards, lasting only three days, yet it was more than enough time for people to see true love blooming between the Princess and the heir to Harrenhal. High above, her dragon Vermithor circled the skies." 

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

Seven months later, late 116 AC, Dragonstone

Harwin and his sister walked the castle battlements, enjoying the evening breeze. Daena was somewhere up in the skies, so Harwin had nothing to do at the moment.

"There she is! Look!" Hanna pointed at a rapidly approaching dot in the sky. Harwin looked up, squinting his eyes. The setting sun blinded him, but he heard Vermithor's roar echo through the air. 

He and his sister made their way back into the castle and toward the Platform, as Daena called it. He watched (from a distance) as his betrothed dismounted the Bronze Fury. She stood beside him, leaning her head onto his and patting his snout. Plumes of smoke came out of his nostrils and he grumbled, in what Harwin assumed was contentment. Although tall for a woman, she barely reached the dragon's nostrils. 

After a couple of seconds, with one last kiss to Vermithor's snout, Daena approached them. Her silver hair was windswept and her cheeks were flush. She removed her leather gloves and looked as her dragon retreated into the caves, with a big smile on her face. She finally turned to look at him - her lilac eyes were bright and full of life. Gods, how did he get so lucky?

"Hanna, be a dear and tell the maids to draw me a bath. Also, I'm hungry. I would like supper afterward."

"Yes, my Princess," Hanna said, bowing slightly and left. 

With that, they were left alone, save for the dragon keepers that lingered around. 

"Ser Harwin, how are you this fine evening?" She asked him, her voice low and sultry as she put her hands on his armor. 

"Better now that you are back." He answered truthfully. He knew that she trusted Vermithor with her life and that she adored her dragon, but whenever he saw her atop that great beast of hers, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive. When she was on the ground, in his arms, he could protect her. When she was up in the skies, he could only pray to the gods and hope for her return. 

She hummed, amused by his words, and kissed him gently which took him by surprise. He glanced at the dragon keepers, which made Daena chuckle. "Worry not, my love. Who are they going to tell, the dragon eggs they're incubating?" 

She wrapped her arms around his and the pair went back into the castle. 

~

The following morning

"Ouch! Hanna!"

"Forgive me, Princess. Just a few more and we're done."

Daena huffed. She was on a pedestal, her arms outstretched and surrounded by tailoring maids pinning the material to her body. She was trying on her wedding gown - a bright scarlet gown fashioned in the style of Old Valyria. With black and gold detailing and sharp shoulder pauldrons, it was a sight to see. There was minimal embroidery, mostly on the long sleeves that pooled at her feet. 

"All done!" the elderly tailor announced, and Daena finally took a look in the mirror - it fit her like a glove. Tears welled in her eyes; this was the dress her grandmother, Princess Alyssa, wore to her wedding. It was simple yet magnificent and showcased the beauty of Valyrian culture perfectly. She wondered if her grandmother would look over her, watching and observing.

"Well, what do you think?" Hanna asked. 

Daena shook her head slightly, thinking of what words to use. "It's perfect!" 

She wondered what her family would think about her wearing Alyssa's old wedding dress. She hadn't told anyone, wanting it to be a surprise. The idea came to her months ago while rummaging through old drawers and chests. Most belongings of late Targaryen royalty were stored on Dragonstone, and Alyssa was no exception. Daena took one look at it and knew it was the dress for her. The revelation it once belonged to her grandmother only made her more determined to use it for her own wedding. 

~

King's Landing 

Rhaenyra carefully oversaw the decorations of the Great Hall. A royal wedding was to be held and she wanted it to be perfect. Not just any wedding, her cousin's wedding! Daena was the closest thing she had to a sister growing up and it was of vital importance that her wedding to Ser Harwin went smoothly, unlike Rhaenyra's own wedding. 

She waddled slowly across the hall and observed as the servants put up banners of House Targaryen and House Strong above the Iron Throne. She watched as the maids cleaned the floor and the windows. Everything is going smoothly, she thought happily as she placed her hands over her round belly. She was 7 months pregnant and to her immense surprise, it wasn't as terrible as she had imagined. 

She and Laenor...had an interesting marriage, to say the least. The weeks after their disastrous wedding were rough. They barely talked or spent any time in each other's presence. Sometime later, they decided that her getting pregnant was of the utmost importance. It would shut up the whispers at court and get Alicent off her back for a while. 

The few times that lay together were...not the most pleasant thing in the world but it worked. The gods were on their side it seemed, because she got pregnant soon after. Laenor still indulged his preferences with frequent visits to the Street of Silk but Rhaenyra never begrudged him; it was a part of their agreement after all. As for her, she found pleasure elsewhere. 

~

Dragonstone

That same evening, across Blackwater Bay, Daena decided to retire early. In two days, she would officially be a married woman. On the morrow, they would leave for King's Landing. There, she would have one last day of preparations, and on the following morning, she would marry her handsome knight. 

Speaking of said knight...

"Harwin, what are you doing here?" Daena asked when she noticed her betrothed standing in front of her chambers. 

"...Guarding your room, Princess." He answered, confused at her question. 

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I know. But why? I told you already to retire." 

"But I am your protector-" She suddenly pulled off his helmet. 

"Yes, yes, you are. But you are also my future husband, " she responded, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. "On the morrow, we leave for King's Landing. Please go and have some rest. The hours will pass quickly, and before you know it, you have to get up and board the ship."

"Please, my love, I don't want to order you around. Someone else can guard me tonight. You go and have some sleep, " she added, batting her eyelashes. Her voice was soft and gentle. 

He looked down where her smaller hand was engulfed by his. Her hands were always so warm, her skin so soft - this time was no exception. He smiled and nodded. "As you wish, my Princess." 

She gave him a big smile and returned him his helmet. Propping herself on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. "Good night, my brave knight. I hope you sleep well."

~

(Alicent is still the 'young, Emily version' at the moment but I put the GIF for the vibes)

King's Landing

Alicent Hightower climbed the steps of the Grand Sept, her emerald skirts swishing below her. A royal wedding was to be held in it, and as Queen Consort, she was obligated to attend. If it was up to her, she would've stayed in her bed, but here she was, forced to watch that obnoxious harlot wed her secret lover. 

Just as she was about to enter, a thunderous roar pierced her ears and a huge gust of wind enveloped her, lifting her veil. Looking up, she was met with the sight of great bronze wings flying suspiciously low past the Sept, even grazing one of the walls. The Bronze Fury, he was called. How befitting, Alicent thought, that he was bonded to Daemon's reckless daughter who herself had a nasty temper. She sometimes wondered why he chose Daena, but who was she to understand the heart of a dragon? 

~

Daena Targaryen anxiously played with her rings while the carriage rode through the streets. It was an open carriage, so there was no roof or walls and the people of King's Landing could see her. She was alone - the entire court and her family already arrived before her. Her gaze was fixed on the Grand Sept. There, Harwin waited for her. Only a few more minutes and she would become his wife. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. 

She wore no veil, for they were not a part of Valyrian wedding customs. Instead, on her head sat an ornate golden headpiece studded with rubies. Her silver hair shone in the morning sun, braided into an intricate updo so her dress could be seen properly. She wore a pair of chunky garnet earrings and a few rings. No necklace was around her neck, as her high collar would cover it. The bells of the Grand Sept rang, and she could feel the vibrations of the sound in her heart.

On her right hand was a silver band with three gems - an emerald, a sapphire, and a ruby.  Lord Lyonel gifted it to her as a wedding gift and a welcome into the family. She smiled, knowing her good father already accepted her. Harwin did not know about the ring. She wondered what he would think of it. She also wondered what everyone would think of her gown.

Vermithor's roar echoed through the streets and the smallfolk watched in awe while Daena smirked. His presence brought her a sense of comfort and a boost of confidence. He reminded her of who she truly was - a dragon, fire in mortal flesh; she would be brave and strong. 

"Hear ye! Hear ye! Princess Daena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, goes to the Grand Sept where she will marry Ser Harwin of House Strong, the future Lord of Harrenhal!"

The smallfolk cheered and wooed, throwing fresh flower petals at her. Years from now, she would faintly remember hearing their blessings for she was too focused on the sound of her heart beating wildly in her chest. The carriage stopped and the Grand Sept was now in front of her. 

Ser Erryk helped her out of the carriage. Careful of her long skirt and sleeves, she made her way up the stairs. The doors were wide open and she could see, even from a distance that the Grand Sept was filled with people. To the left, leaning against the massive walls, Prince Daemon awaited. 

She had completely forgotten about her father, only now remembering why he was there. "Father?" 

He stood there, silent, observing her. He wore the same red and black doublet to Rhaenyra's wedding. "That was my mother's dress..." He realized, his voice unusually soft. 

"Yes, I found it on Dragonstone. I hope that...I hope she will be with me at this moment."

"She would be proud to call you granddaughter. You have her spirit." He told her. Daena smiled and wrapped her arms around his.

Once they reached the threshold, the bells stopped ringing and silence filled the air. 

~

Harwin Strong took in a deep breath, the scent of candles and incense filling his nostrils. He was never the most pious of men, but the Grand Sept demanded respect. He was standing between the statues of the Father and the Mother, the High Septon behind him. 

In the front row, to his left, was his family - his father, brother, and one of his sisters, Hanna. Joy recently gave birth and was unable to come. To his right was Daena's family - her grandmother, Lady Rowena, her cousin Lady Amanda, King Viserys and Queen Alicent, Ser Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra. Behind them were Lady Laena and her parents, Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys. Prince Daemon would walk Daena down the aisle. 

Then, the bells stopped ringing and he could see someone in the distance - her. Time stood still and nothing else mattered now that she was here. With every step she took, she was one step closer to him. Even from across the Sept, he could see her gown was not white. No, it was a brilliant red gown with long sleeves; an epitome of her Targaryen culture. A gorgeous headpiece sat on her head like a crown and the rubies on it shimmered in the dim light of the Sept. After what felt like a lifetime, she finally stood in front of him. 

She kissed her father's cheek and Daemon went to stand next to Laena, while she walked up to him. He took her hands into his and his eyes fell on her new ring. He raised his brow in confusion, but she just smiled. It must have been from his father or Hanna. 

A pageboy handed him the bridal cloak and he clasped it around her shoulders. On one side was the sigil of House Strong and on the other the sigil of House Targaryen. The clasp and decorations were made of bronze, in honor of Daena's mother and her dragon.  

"...The love of the Seven is holy and eternal—the source of love and life. We stand here today in thanks and praise, to join two souls as one. Father, Mother, Warrior..." 

The dull voice of the High Septon faded in the background as he focused all of his attention on his bride and the wild rhythm of his heart. Her soft touch grounded him, making him realize this moment was real and true - he was seconds away from becoming husband to the most beautiful woman in the realm. 

"...Hear now their vows." 

She squeezed his hands to get his attention, taking him out of his stupor. Leaning down slightly, his lips brushed against hers. She propped herself up on her toes and sealed the kiss. It was chaste, sweet, gentle, and over too soon, but he knew there would be time for more. 

"I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come." 

"I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come." 

"Here, in the presence of god and men, I proclaim Harwin of House Strong and Daena of House Targaryen, to be man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

The gathered crowd erupted into cheers and applause. 

~

The Red Keep

Laughter and music filled Daena's ears as she and Harwin made their way to the Great Hall. Her grip on his arm tightened as they neared a staircase. 

"You nervous?" Harwin asked softly. 

She chuckled. "No, just trying not to trip over my skirts." 

 They carefully descended the stairs and reached the Great Hall. As they approached the high table, Daena noticed Alicent's absence. 

Seating themselves in the center of the table, the newlyweds were perfectly visible from all angles of the hall. To Daena's right were her father, Laena, His Grace, Rhaenyra and Laenor. To Harwin's left were his father, brother, and sister. 

"Where is Her Grace?" She asked her father. 

"Her Grace is 'not feeling well'. She won't be attending the feast." He informed his daughter. 

"Oh...how unfortunate." She responded, barely hiding a smirk of satisfaction behind her goblet. She shared a look with her father who was also pleased by the Queen's absence. 

The night went on relatively smoothly, with no major hiccups. The King retired early, but Daena could not blame him; he did look rather weak the whole day, she was surprised he lasted that long. 

Harwin and she danced, and the candlelight caught the golden scale-like chain mail sewn onto her white gown. On her left hand was a golden signet ring with the Targaryen sigil. It was a gift from her father. 

"Does he always look like that?" Daena asked her now husband as they continued on dancing. 

"Who?"

"Your brother...he doesn't look particularly happy or at ease. He looks like he's on edge the whole time, waiting for something to happen."

"Larys? Ah, he just doesn't take much pleasure from large gatherings like this."

"Hmm..."

"Don't worry about him, focus on the celebrations."

Daena finally took her eyes off her good brother and looked up at Harwin. "Of course, my love."

They left the feast shortly after. Cheers and whistles followed them, but Daena ignored it all; she was too focused on the way her stomach twisted into a knot. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She was less scared when she claimed Vermithor as a child. 

She knew Harwin wouldn't force her to do anything, on the contrary, he told her they didn't have to do anything tonight, but she couldn't wait any longer, she didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted him as much, if not more than he wanted her.

~ 

The next morning 

She woke up early, almost like her body knew they needed to leave. A heavy arm kept her tightly in place. She opened one of her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a big, brown rat. She furrowed her brows in disgust. Not wanting to look at it further, she slowly turned and was met with a much prettier sight - the strongest knight in Westeros, sleeping like a baby. 

A blush crept onto her face as she remembered the previous night, just how gentle he was with her; for such a big man, he was surprisingly soft. There was a pleasant ache between her thighs and a certain warmth pooled in her belly as she recalled all the things he did to her. Delicately, she moved a stray strand of hair from his face. 

"It's rude to stare." He spoke, startling Daena. His voice was deep, full of morning sleepiness and haziness. If this was what she would wake up to every morning for the rest of her life, well then, life was more than good. It was perfect. 

She chuckled. "I was admiring. Not staring." 

"Hmm." He hummed while pulling her closer. 

They looked at each other lovingly, a smile plastered on both of their faces. His hand danced through her silver locks while she twirled his dark curls between her fingers. He kissed her softly as he held tightly to her waist, pulling her even closer. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the heat of her body once more. 

But, they had other plans. They were supposed to leave King's Landing early in the morning, that way they would reach Harrenhal by the end of the day. She untangled herself from him, sitting up. 

"Good morrow, husband." She said, realizing he was finally hers. 

"Good morrow, wife."

High above, dragons danced in the sky.

~

I'm not that happy with the ending but honestly idc at this point. I hope you enjoyed this ch. Do tell me if you think I should somehow include Alys Rivers in the next ch. How do you think I should handle her? Should I mention her or pretend she doesn't exist? What kind of interaction should Daena have with the witch?

Taglist: @ateliefloresdaprimavera @joyfulyouthlover @pedro-pascal-love @holb32

[thebongcloudopening]

"Still the face of someone not to fuck with?"

You look like you're 80 pounds, sopping wet.

[mydarlinglaszlo]

never gonna stop losing my mind over this scene i fear

[hyohaehyuk]

Source: Bustle - Spilling Set Secrets With The Stars Of Interview With The Vampire S2

Note: So apparently this is “new” — though apparently it was published in May 2024 right after the premiere… I dont know if with some many articles/news around that time people missed this one and someone finally found it or if Bustle forgot to post the link on their social media and remembered to promote this article now.

[enigmaticagentalice]

please Bioware just give me any indication in Veilguard that Varric and Cassandra are still friends and in regular contact, I am on my knees, one single crumb is all I need to sustain me

[howtosingit]

banter and bickering at the top of the episode (plus sex) and at the end of the episode (with the promise of more sex)??

help I love them so much

[dragonsbluee]

I see your gay uncles of the straw hats Jimbrook and raise you old, gay, heartbroken, pirate captians who find a loving, romantic relationship in each other as they watch over a group of chaotic youngsters.

Because Brook and Yorki had a heartbreaking goodbye, and Brook spent 50 years mourning, but now he has a second chance. He wasn't expecting anything, but then, lo and behold! A handsome, kind, capable fish man enters stage right, and Brook is smitten. Here is someone who understands the grief of losing a captian and partner, then having to take their place to hold the crew together, but ultimately watching thier crew fall apart or suffer due to factors outside their control.

For Jimbei the last few years have been a whirlwind of chaos. He was looking forward to a new adventure full of chaos of his own making and choices. Now, enter stage left, this fantastic, enigmatic, adorable skeleton (and he's a musician!), who is a wonderful presence on a ship full of younger pirates. Jimbei never really moved on from the loss of the Sun Pirates, and hasn't had time to mourn all the friends he's lost in the past few years. But now he finds companionship and comfort in Brook. Someone who doesn't expect him to move on, let's him reminisce, but keeps him from getting stuck in his mourning. He's never thought of romance seriously before, but now he finds himself wanting.

The two meet in the middle, center stage on a ship of dreams as they forge a new one together. They still keep and work towards their individual dreams but find pieces of each other in them. Brook looks forward to the day he can introduce Laboon to Jimbei, and Jimbei has promised to translate the whale's words for Brook. Jimbei will see freedom for his people and finds motivation in every new song Brook writes and story he tells. Together, they find peace, calm, and rest. They find excitement, companionship, and a harbour in the other after years of storms.

[spotforme]

is there anything more domestic that seeing a sparkle in your friends eye before he even does anything and stopping him on his tracks because you absolutely do not want him to go over and fangirl over jesus because it will embarras you all

[andiv3r]

Having to block everyone who has "wincest dni" in their bio not because I ship wincest (because I have come to the conclusion that I actually don't) but because I do think it'd be fun to poke around at the very real weirdness of their relationship that I've noticed in the show so far. And I'm 99% sure that my poking around will get seen as shipping.

[thewindpassesby]

silly meme

Hey uh I'm back. Had some device problem so I couldn't draw 💀

Here take this silly meme about Lovataar and Ion

[andi-o-geyser]

“cody only has under an hour of screen time in all of star wars” maybe to you he does. to me he's the main character

[ginny-danburry-is-a-lesbian]

What have I done

[aghoulprince]

where's all my abijah fowler x heiji shindo shippers at???? ship name suggestions: abiji, fowdo????? help me out here 🤔