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Trophy wife

Pt. 2 is out - It´s Mutual

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.5K

Warnings: Typical case descriptions, kissing and petting, enemies to lovers, a set up for a smut. Summary: When an unsub targets trophy wives, (Y/N) is asked to go undercover with her nemesis, Spencer Reid, posing as a couple to lure the killer. As they navigate a high-stakes operation, tensions escalate, blurring the lines between their professional and personal animosity.

Preview: "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “And I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first-ever fanfiction. I initially wanted to write smut, but to add depth, I decided to craft this background story. English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy it, and any and all comments are appreciated 🍒

“Are those poker chips?” Derek asked as the images from the most recent crime scene appeared on the screen behind Garcia.

"Bingo, my lucky charm! Those are poker chips, and you've hit the jackpot," Garcia continued. “This is the second woman to be found in a motel room stabbed and extremely beaten in the last two weeks.”

“The Vegas police have requested our help,” Hotch informed as he analyzed the pictures.

Ross quirked up his eyebrows as an amused smile played on his lips. "Well, either he really likes poker, or he's on a mission to prove that crime can be a high-stakes game…"

"Well, he's certainly raising the stakes in our investigation," I added, my remark eliciting another round of chuckles.

"Children, behave, please," JJ attempted to redirect the team's focus to the situation at hand.

As I scanned the pictures, my index finger reached above the image on the table. "The persistent appearance of poker chips as a signature strongly suggests a connection to the unsub’s personal experiences, perhaps indicating a deep involvement with poker, possibly even as a player. Maybe…”

“While symbolism is intriguing, we should prioritize empirical evidence. Jumping to conclusions based on perceived patterns might lead us astray." My brows furrowed in annoyance as I turned my head, hearing him cut off my train of thought. His tone carried a subtle bitterness, as if questioning the validity of my analysis.

And there he fucking was again, Dr. Spencer Reid, incessantly questioning my every move, as if my mere presence irked him to no end.

Our "relationship," if you could really call it that, was basically just a constant back-and-forth of arguing, interruptions, and tension you could practically cut with a knife. We tried to keep it professional for the team's sake, but it was obvious we weren't exactly best buds.

And what kept his skepticism going wasn't just about work competition; it was personal. He had this lingering grudge because I had stepped in after his buddy, Alex Blake, bailed on the BAU, leaving him behind.

To be honest, his animosity seemed mostly one-sided. At first, I admired Spencer's intellect and respected his dedication to the job. Plus, let's be real, I wasn't blind—I definitely noticed he was a good-looking guy. But his hostility kind of pushed me to throw up walls and respond with a guarded attitude. And then, well, naturally, I found some twisted enjoyment in getting under his skin and making him lose his cool.

"How can you have an IQ of 182 and yet be so clueless?" I scoffed, laughing. "Sure, you're intelligent, but common sense seems to elude you at times."

Reid stared for a moment, a mix of shock and rage flickering across his otherwise monotone, expressionless face. His eyes narrowed, and he responded curtly, "It's 187, and (Y/N), I would advise you to mind your manners when addressing me. My intelligence surpasses yours by far more than a number could explain." As he stood there, staring into my eyes, arms crossed by the presentation board, a surge of irritation pulsed through me. I was poised to respond, the words itching at the tip of my tongue, but before I could unleash them, Derek intervened. With a subtle shift in his posture, he leaned in towards the table, effectively redirecting our focus. A deliberate clearing of his throat signaled the shift in conversation. "The sheer brutality of these killings unmistakably points to an unsub fueled by intense rage. The way the victims were forcefully and repeatedly stabbed suggests a perpetrator with considerable physical strength and stamina.”

"The messy and disorganized scene adds another layer to the unsub's profile. Women just tend to be cleaner, so we are definitely dealing with a man,” JJ added.

“They are waiting for us, we can discuss the rest of the preliminary profile on the jet, wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said as he stood up, the team following right after.

--x--

As I focused on the files spread out in front of me, the sound of the door swinging open abruptly pulled my attention away. "We've got another body," Hotch announced, his voice cutting through the silence that lingered in the small meeting room lent to us by the Las Vegas police.

By now, we had successfully linked the unsub to the world of poker. Our victims, all married, had been last seen with their partners at casinos during poker nights, forming a clear pattern. Despite our breakthroughs, the mystery surrounding his identity and motive remained unsolved.

"Rebecca Miller, 29 years old, was last seen with her husband at Riverside Casino," Hotch added, his tone steady as he placed the picture of the victim on the board. "Witnesses report they were very affectionate. Her husband mentioned she went to get them drinks before she disappeared," he continued, his gaze scanning the room, inviting any additional insights or comments from the team.

"She definitely fits the victimology—young, beautiful, and married to an avid poker player," JJ remarked casually as she got up to take a closer look at the picture.

Rossi gazed into the distance, lost in thought. "They must be raking in serious cash playing poker. Why else would these stunners be tying the knot with someone clearly out of their league?" he mused aloud.

As I scanned the pictures of the victims, a realization began to form in my mind. Each photograph depicted a strikingly beautiful woman, always beside her husband, who often appeared much older or less attractive in comparison. "They're trophy wives," I exclaimed, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

I glanced to my left, where Reid stood, scoffing and shaking his head. "Trophy wives?" he immediately questioned, his focus remaining fixed on the board as he continued drawing lines for the geographical profile.

"Well, think about it," I elaborated, gesturing toward the pictures of the women. "These women, young and beautiful, carefully curated for a certain image, accompanying their husbands to the poker games, spending the entire night all over them. How had we not seen this glaring pattern before?"

"That's a rather simplistic and uninformed view, (Y/LN)," he countered. "These women had successful careers. Assuming they're merely trophy wives diminishes their individuality."

"Just because they have successful careers doesn't negate the potential of being used as accessories," I countered, locking eyes with Reid as he turned to face me. "It's not about undermining their achievements but acknowledging the potential for a specific dynamic in their relationships. We need to explore all possibilities, not just those that fit neatly into your rational worldview."

"Acknowledging possibilities is one thing, but chasing baseless theories is another," Reid retorted, his tone measured. "We can't afford to indulge in wild conjectures without solid evidence."

"Sometimes you're so buried in your 'facts' that you miss the human element of the cases," I remarked, chuckling dismissively as I shook my head to the side.

"It's called objectivity, (Y/LN)," he asserted, stepping closer until he stood before me, his hands slipping into his pockets in a gesture of dominance. "Something you might want to consider before letting personal biases cloud your judgment."

"I'm the one who lets personal biases cloud my judgment?!" I retorted, my voice rising as frustration bubbled up within me.

He remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"You've got to be kidding me," I continued, my tone escalating gradually. "You're the one who's been acting like a little bitch to me since I joined the team, so don't lecture me about taking things personally here."

Still, he said nothing, his hands now clenched into fists at his sides.

"You've had a problem with me from day one," I pressed on, "and it's about damn time you admit it instead of acting like such a child about it."

"This is about doing our job objectively," Reid retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "Your presence doesn't change the standards we uphold in the BAU, but clearly you don’t meet them."

"That's enough!" Hotch's voice boomed, commanding attention as he intervened. His gaze shifted from Reid to me, a subtle warning in his eyes. "I think we should explore that possibility," he acknowledged, nodding towards my earlier suggestion. "It seems reasonable. Apart from that, are there any more leads we need to consider?"

Spencer turned on his feet, his movements purposeful as he approached the board. "Actually, I've been working on the geographical profile," he began "And it seems that, looking at the last victim’s place of abduction, he is moving in a straight line." With a marker in hand, he started drawing on the board, "Look at this: the first victim was last seen at the Lotus Casino Central, the second victim at the Charlaton, and now Rebecca at the Riverside. It's a straight line, which means..."

"He's heading for the Bellagio next," JJ chimed in, seamlessly connecting the dots of Spencer's thoughts. Spencer nodded in confirmation, acknowledging her insight.

Rossi rose from his seat and joined Spencer by the board. "Now that we know where he's likely to strike next, perhaps we can set up an operation to catch him; he’s been striking on poker nights."

Hotch leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concentration as he considered the strategy. After a moment of contemplation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the team. "Yes, an undercover op might be our next chance." His gaze fell on me, lingering for a moment as he addressed me directly. "Y/n," he began,"You have experience as an undercover agent, and you actually resemble the victims," he observed, "Would you mind going in?" The room fell silent as the weight of the proposition settled among us.

"Yeah… sure," I responded quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Derek immediately sensed my apprehension and offered reassurance with a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "You're not going in alone. It has to be a couple, so you'll have someone to have your back."

"Can you come with me?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

"Actually," Hotch interrupted, straightening in his chair, "I want Reid to go with you." My head fell into my hands as I sighed, dreading the complications that might arise. The weight of Hotch's decision settled heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of partnering with Reid for this undercover operation.

"Sir, with due respect," Spencer began, but Hotch raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"(Y/N) needs a poker player husband; you’re the only one who could actually pass as an avid poker player," Hotch explained simply, as if it were that straightforward. "I trust you can both behave professionally and put your differences aside?" His tone sounded more like an order than a question.

"Let's get to work then," Rossi said, his tone decisive, as I let my head rest on the table. It dawned on me that this was the only option to ever catch this guy.

--x--

JJ pulled out all the strings, ensuring we had everything necessary to play our roles seamlessly. With meticulous attention to detail, she provided a stunning black dress that hugged my curves perfectly, matching pumps that elongated my legs, and exquisite jewelry that added a touch of elegance to the ensemble. Among the glittering gems, she placed an engagement ring and wedding band, enhancing the authenticity of our charade.

As I admired my reflection in the mirror, a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. The thought of spending the upcoming night with Spencer made my heart race, a strange feeling stirring within me.

My mind constantly drifted towards the way we were supposed to behave, thoughts swirling with anticipation. I imagined his touch, knowing that as a couple, he would have to be close, his hands possibly lingering on my body. How would it feel? Would I be able to maintain eye contact as he stared me down during our conversations?

I sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Despite this being an undercover mission, it felt strangely intimate, as if I was gearing up for a date with him. The prospect of going out and spending time with Spencer was something I'd never experienced before, and it left me feeling nervous, even though I couldn't quite admit it to myself.

Maybe if things hadn't unfolded as they did, Spencer and I could've found common ground. Perhaps we could've forged a genuine connection, evolving into friends, or even something more meaningful. But fate had a different plan for us.

From the moment we crossed paths, our destinies seemed entwined in conflict rather than harmony, and I remember the day I met him all too well. We had just finished the tour, and Derek was now showing me to my desk.The ding of the elevator caught my attention, and there he stood. I've heard of Dr. Reid, everyone talked about him – his genius IQ of 187, his remarkable accomplishments at such a young age. But amidst all the praise for his intellect, no one ever mentioned how good-looking he actually was.

"Pretty boy," Derek exclaimed with a grin as he welcomed him. I couldn't help but agree silently. It was indeed a fitting nickname, Spencer was undeniably attractive. "Come meet our new member, Y/n Y/Ln."

With a smile I reached out my hand instinctively, ready to greet him, but to my surprise, he took a light step back. "Sorry, I don't shake hands," he said dismissively, his tone somewhat curt. "Did you know that the average person carries about 4,000 bacteria on their hands? It's a breeding ground for germs. It's actually safer to touch a toilet seat."

I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Did he genuinely suggest that touching a toilet seat is cleaner than shaking my hand? "You really know how to make a girl feel special, Agent Reid," I retorted, rolling my eyes as Derek chuckled at the situation.

"It's Doctor, not Agent," he corrected, his tone matter-of-fact as he swiftly made his way to his desk. My mind raced, attempting to conjure a response, but he had already moved on, leaving me standing there, still processing what had just happend.

"Are you ready, or should I tell the unsub to wait because you need to keep fixing your lipstick?" a voice spoke from the darkness of my room.

“Jesus fucking Christ Reid, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I jumped from my place, surprised to see him standing there, leaning on the frame of my bathroom door. "No one ever taught you how to knock on a door?" I muttered under my breath.

"First of all, your door was unlocked, and second of all," he shook his head disapprovingly. "That's a very foul mouth you have, you should really watch your tongue," he chided. I felt his gaze lingering appreciatively on how the dress hugged my curves and accentuated my breasts.

From the corner of my eye, I lightly took in his appearance. The tailored suit fit him like a glove, different from what he wore every day. He looked more relaxed, better, hotter.

I was taken aback when I saw him move and enter the bathroom. My heart started racing as he stood by my side, exchanging a glance with me in the mirror.

"Honestly?I don't think he'd mind waiting for me” I straightened up, finally satisfied with my lipstick.

"Too bad he won't get to see it," he said, chuckling. His left hand met my hip, swiftly turning me around, and I gasped as the small of my back hit the bathroom counter. His own body caged me in, his intense gaze never leaving mine as I looked at him, confused yet strangely drawn to him. His right hand reached for a wipe, and he gently cleared any remnants of the red lipstick. I felt the cold, wet cloth on my lips, erasing any traces of the vivid stain. "If we're going to act like a couple, I don't want your lipstick all over me," Spencer remarked dryly, his expression unamused. "It's not my fault you don't know how to kiss a girl with lipstick, Doctor," I retorted, my annoyance evident in my tone.

"You look good enough," Spencer remarked with a smirk. "I'll be waiting for you in the car." With that, he turned and headed out, leaving me to gather my thoughts before joining him. "Well, this is going to be a long night," I sighed.

--x--

As Spencer drove us to the casino, we found ourselves going over the details of the plan. It was simple; our initial objective was to seamlessly integrate into the casino's scene, mirroring the couples we were emulating.

The plan dictated that Spencer and I had to project the image of a couple deeply in love, sharing glances, engaging in affectionate gestures, and creating an atmosphere that would draw the unsub's attention. Spencer would transition to the poker tables, just as the husbands of the previous victims had, all while showcasing his "trophy wife."

As the night progressed, I would strategically separate from Spencer to lure the unsub into action.

Inside the casino, Rossi and Morgan were playing their part as players, keeping an eye out. The rest of the team was in a van, ready to jump in if things went south.

The objective was clear – act like a couple. How hard could that be?

The tension in the car was palpable, and we exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the complexity of our roles. The success of the operation hinged on our ability to draw the unsub's attention, making him believe we were just another couple enjoying a night out.

The atmosphere in the casino buzzed with energy as Spencer and I entered. The dim lights, the soft murmur of conversations, and the distant chiming of slot machines created a captivating ambiance.

As we made our way to the bar, I reached for Spencer's hand and intertwined my fingers with his.

His eyebrows immediately shot up, a silent question evident in his expression as he glanced at me, perhaps surprised by the sudden display of affection.

"The more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention," I replied, my voice hushed but determined.

His gaze flickerd between our intertwined hands and my face. "Yeah," a small grin playing on his lips. "Just make sure you don't take it too far and end up falling for me."

"That's a good one, Dr. Reid," I chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm lacing my words. "I'll try to contain myself."

We approached the bar, and Spencer took a seat on a stool. As I moved to stand by his side, he surprised me by pulling me closer, guiding me between his legs. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me snug against him. I was taken aback, but I didn't say a word. Acting like a couple—that was the plan. It was just all part of the plan.

"So what should I call you?" Spencer cut through our silence, his gaze focused on mine. "What should you call me?" I echoed, my voice filled with confusion as I furrowed my brows.

"I'm not going to address you by your real name," Spencer said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We need undercover names. So, what's it going to be?"

His eyes scanned my features, awaiting my response, while I took a moment to ponder. "How about pretty girl?" he proposed with a smirk, his gaze lingering on me. My expression must have betrayed my surprise, but before I could respond, he continued, "Or how about Angel?" The endearing term rolled off his tongue, and I felt a flutter in my chest at the sound.

"Angel seems to resonate with you," he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he awaited my reaction. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, rendering me momentarily speechless.

I closed my eyes, disbelief washing over me. Was this real? Was Spencer really saying these things to me? And during a mission, no less?

"You seem awfully quiet for someone who doesn't know how to shut the fuck up," he said, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. "If I'd known all I had to do was call you angel, I would've done it sooner."

"Sweet names will only get you so far," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Despite the warmth spreading through me at his words, I couldn't shake off the sense of disbelief at the way he was acting. "Oh yeah?" Spencer asked, his tone amused, as I felt his breath tickling my neck before his lips brushed against my skin, leaving a small kiss on my pulse point. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded in my chest as he slowly moved his hands along my waist and lower back. I couldn't focus on anything but the warmth of his body pressed against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"Doctor Reid, this is highly inappropriate," I managed to utter.

“On the contrary, my sweet Angel," he spoke softly as his small kisses traveled up my neck. "See, this mission requires us to act like a couple, so I'm simply enjoying my time with my wife,” he lightly chuckled as he reached my jawline. “As you said, the more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention”

Suddenly, Hotch's voice disrupted the moment as he barked over the wire in my ear, "Guys, great job. We've got a male in his late 30s to early 40s staring at you; he's moved closer since you arrived. He could be our unsub."

I heard Hotch's words, but my brain struggled to process them as I was too focused on Spencer's eyes, his gaze fixed on mine while his hands lightly pressed me closer.

"Come on, Angel, let's give him a show," Spencer pleaded, his voice laced with a confidence that both shocked and intrigued me. It was unexpected to witness this side of him, but there was something undeniably exciting about it. Perhaps it was his confidence and assertiveness, or maybe it was the way he was taking control and leading the interaction. "Yeah.... let´s.... let´s do it" I lightly nodded my head, I swear he could feel the pounding of my heart against my chest from how close he stood to me.

His right hand reached my face, his touch gentle against my skin. "Angel," he spoke quietly against my lips, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll only keep going if you give me permission."

His eyes were dark, his lips plump, inviting, calling for my attention. I couldn't even form a "yes," but he knew what I wanted. I pulled him closer by his tie, and our lips collided in a hot, messy kiss. I was taken aback by his skill and technique, completely unable to resist him as the heat between us intensified.

Spencer pulled away and wrapped his arms around my body, embracing me in a hug. His warmth was comforting, and I felt a sense of security in his embrace. "He's standing right behind you, gray suit, red tie, black hair," he whispered in my ear, his voice low enough not to be noticed by anyone standing nearby. Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality. The mission. The unsub. He was standing right behind me

"Should we join them?" I asked softly, glancing over toward the tables of poker and motioning for Spencer to start playing, continuing with the plan. He was supposed to hit the games, and I needed to find a way to get myself alone.

"Absolutely, my love," Spencer said with a smile as he rose from his seat.

Still a little dazed from that kiss, my mind was on fire, and my panties were ruined. How was I supposed to continue my life after knowing the effect Spencer had on me? My racing thoughts were only interrupted by the sight of the suspect following us to the tables. Instinctively, my body reacted, and I found myself clinging to Spencer's arm, seeking comfort and reassurance in his presence.

As planned, Spencer sat down at the closest table and began playing, our actions subtly conveying intimacy to onlookers. I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting kisses occasionally, making it clear to everyone that I was his prize, and he was proudly showing me off as his trophy wife.

As he played, I showered him with praise and encouragement. "You're doing so well, baby," I whispered, my words laced with admiration. It was evident that he was enjoying the attention, his gameplay slightly faltering under the distraction of my praise. Despite being a skilled and experienced player, known for his prowess and banned from multiple casinos, he seemed momentarily thrown off his rhythm by my words of encouragement. It was a small victory, a slight advantage gained in my favour.

Feeling the need to draw the unsub away, I leaned in close to Spencer and murmured, "I'm going to step out for some fresh air on the balcony, honey. I'll be back soon."

Spencer nodded, his attention still on the cards. "Okay, sweetheart," he replied with a smile, not once lifting his gaze.

Before I turned to leave, I couldn't resist the urge to plant a quick kiss on his lips, just as part of the plan, playing my role as the devoted wife. After all, that's what a wife would do, right?

The fresh air hit my face, sending shivers down my arms. I didn't need to turn to know he had followed me outside; I could feel his presence on my right side. When I glanced over, he gestured to a drink in his hand, offering it to me. "You look like you could use a drink," he said.

My heart raced, and my breathing quickened as he got closer, but I kept a cool, confident attitude, determined not to let him see my nerves.

"(Y/N), don't drink that. It's laced," Morgan's urgent voice snapped through the wire, jolting me into alertness. "Just keep him talking so Garcia can check him."

My blood ran cold as I registered Morgan's warning. Without missing a beat, I forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you, handsome, but I've had enough tonight," I replied smoothly, declining the drink with a casual wave of my hand.

"That's a big rock on your finger," he pointed out, glancing at my, unknowingly, fake engagement ring. "Why are you here all alone? Where's your husband?" he continued, raising an eyebrow and asking the question directly, as if he didn't already know the answer.

"Well…" I laughed, injecting a flirtatious edge into my voice. "I could ask the same thing," I continued, "Where is Mrs…?"

"Mrs. Desmond? She stayed at home; she doesn't really like poker," he replied nonchalantly. "I'm Steve, by the way," he added, reaching out to shake my hand.

I shook his hand, my heart quickening as I heard Garcia speak from my wire: "Steve Desmond, a 39-year-old banker, is divorced; according to court files, his wife left him after he lost all of their money on poker.” The sound of clicking keyboards could be heard in the background. "The divorce dates coincide with the killings,” Garcia added.

“That sounds like a trigger,” Hotch's voice chimed in.

"Holy moly, he also assaulted a prostitute a couple of years ago, but the charges were dropped and he was never convicted," Garcia spoke nervously.

"That's our guy, (Y/N). Keep him talking; we're on our way,” Hotch said, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Is everything okay?" Steve spoke, his tone taking on a hint of aggression as he grabbed my attention. "Maybe you should take that drink."

“I'm not thirsty, thanks,” I replied firmly, stepping back in an attempt to keep my distance. However, he refused, reaching out and gripping my arm to keep me from moving.

"I'm telling you," he said angrily, his grip tightening. "You're clearly nervous. Just a tiny sip won't hurt." I tried to break free of his grasp, but he was stronger than me and refused to let go

"FBI!" Suddenly, I saw Spencer coming up behind him, his fist connecting with the guy's face with a solid punch, knocking him back into the wall. He was strong and quick; the unsub didn't stand a chance against him. Spencer swiftly pulled out his handcuffs, cuffing him without even breaking a sweat.

"Steve Desmond, you're under arrest for the killings of Amanda Crane, Juliet Sand, and Rebecca Miller,” Spencer announced, his voice firm and authoritative.

Morgan and Rossi soon appeared, Morgan helping the unsub up from the ground and carrying him out as he spoke, "Steve Desmond, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to an attorney for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford it…” His voice faded as they left, escorting the suspect away from the scene.

Once they were out of sight, Spencer came up to me and reached for my arm, his expression filled with concern. I winced as he touched the red marks left behind by the unsub's grip.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern and care, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.

"Um, yeah…" I replied softly, my voice shaky. "I just need a moment to process this." My heart was still racing from the encounter, and I needed a moment to collect myself. Why did he step in like that? I thought to myself, a mixture of gratitude and confusion washed over me. I could've handled the situation on my own—I was trained for this, after all. Yet, there he was, interfering in my work.

After the quiet ride back to the motel, Spencer led me to the door of my room. As we stood there, I realized I could no longer contain the annoyance for how he had handled the situation. The tension of the evening had been building inside me, and I needed to let it out. "Spencer," I began, my voice tinged with frustration. "I appreciate that you were trying to help, but I had it under control. I didn't need you to intervene so quickly," the frustration bubbled inside me, I couldn't help but wonder why Spencer felt the need to intervene. I felt like I had done a great job handling the situation, and his actions made me feel as though he had robbed me of an opportunity to take down the unsub myself.

Spencer's eyes widened in shock as he opened his mouth to speak. "Oh, really?" he said incredulously. "I didn't realize you had everything under control. I just figured that the guy having his hands all over you and aggressively grabbing your arm was cause for concern. But clearly, you didn't need any help."

"Oh, right, because clearly, I was in so much danger," I snapped sarcastically.

"I'm not going to sit around and watch some creepy-as-hell psychopath put his hands all over you," Spencer said firmly, shaking his head in disbelief. His brows furrowed in concern, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and genuine worry. "I won't let him put you at risk of being hurt … or worse." His tone was sharp "Get it through your head; I'm not going to let that happen."

"Oh, right, I wasn't aware this situation called for a 'white knight' to swoop in and save me from myself," I retorted, my tone laced with bitterness. Crossing my arms defensively, I met his gaze head-on. "Since when did my safety become your problem?"

"Since the moment we met, you stubborn brat," Spencer snapped back, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Since the moment we met? That's so much bullshit," I shot back, my voice rising with indignation. "Since when did you care about my safety so much?" I challenged him, my eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You've never shown me any compassion before, so why now? Hun?"

And then, suddenly, his lips crashed against mine, his body pressing mine firmly against the door with a resounding thud. I felt the heat of his body press on mine, the tension that had been building between us explode in an instant.

His kiss was messy and sloppy, but damn, it was hot. There was an urgency in the way our lips crashed together, fueled by a raw desire that couldn't be tamed. As the kiss deepened, the air grew thin, and I felt myself getting breathless. With a gasp, I had to pull away,

“What the fuck was that about?” I whispered, not being able to back away from his hold.

"When I kissed you at the casino, I finally understood," he muttered, his forehead resting against mine. "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

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ONE SHOT: HIS LITTLE GIRL

PART TwO OF THE DARK & SEXY SERIES

NOTE: This is a series of one shots and mini series for Cillian Murphy & Tommy Shelby in which he acts totally off-canon. Most of these shots are very dark in nature and you should read their individual warnings. All of these shots are requests from readers. Co-written with @darkshelbyfiction! ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. MINORS DNI.

PAIRING: CILLIAN MURPHY X VIRGIN READER

WARNING: DUB-CON, LOSS OF VIRGINITY, FORCED BREEDING (SOMEWHAT), DDLG-STYLE STORY, HUGE AGE GAP

It was Friday Evening, a few weeks after your 18th birthday and, as usual, you were out with friends when you ended up in some trouble.

You were sitting at the bar, nursing a drink when a group of guys started harassing you. They kept commenting on how pretty you looked and wouldn't leave you alone.

You knew you couldn't handle them, so you did what you always do when you needed help and your father was away for work. You called your father's friend, Cillian who had been dealing with your misbehavior and troublesome nature for quite some time after your parents had divorced.

He was an attractive man, in his mid-forties, with slightly greying hair and piercing blue eyes; he possessed a dominating and intimidating aura that seemed to command respect and when you saw him enter the bar, you were relieved.

"Cillian! Thank God you're here! I was being harassed by these creeps," you said, your voice cracking slightly as you tried to maintain composure while still trembling from fear as he walked in.

His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto the group of men huddled together near the bar entrance.

"Y/N, let's get out of here," he said firmly, taking your hand and leading you away from the commotion. You felt a surge of relief, grateful that he had arrived just in time.

As you walked through the crowded bar, you could feel the stares of the other patrons on the back of your neck. You glanced sideways at Cillian, admiring his confident posture and the way he held his head high, as if daring anyone to challenge him. The mere thought of having someone take care of you sent a warm feeling coursing through your veins.

"What the fuck are you doing in a place like this anyway?" Cillian asked as he led you outside into the cool night air. "I mean, it's not like you've ever been much for restraint, but really now, Y/N?"

You didn't respond right away, instead opting to focus on breathing in the fresh breeze wafting over the cityscape. But then, you offered a sheepish smile and replied, "Well, I decided to try something new, and here we are."

Cillian snorted in response before offering to take you to his place since it was late and there wasn't any sense in letting you walk home alone, let alone allow you to stay in the empty house by yourself.

"Okay, but can you not tell dad about this?" you asked hesitantly, looking up at Cillian.

"Sure, I will promise to keep quiet if you promise me to behave yourself the next time you go out and do not go to shady places like these," he replied gruffly, flashing a lopsided grin at you. His car was parked a few blocks away and the walk was a welcome change from the crowded bar. You chatted idly as you made your way to the vehicle, the tension from earlier beginning to dissipate.

Once inside the car, Cillian drove smoothly toward his apartment, and you couldn't help but admire the strength emanating from him despite his calm demeanor.

When you arrived at Cillian's place, he unlocked the door quietly, leading you upstairs to his living room with a protective hand on your lower back. You could feel his gaze lingering on you as he fumbled around in the dim light trying to find the switch for the lights.

Finally, the room lit up, revealing the tasteful decor and cozy furniture and, since he had only just moved into this new apartment, you took some time to assess your surroundings.

This place was a stark contrast to your father's modest abode - it was bigger, brighter, and filled with modern art pieces that hung on the walls. There was even a balcony overlooking the city, which would make for an amazing spot to watch the sunrise on lazy mornings. You realized that this was the first time you actually saw Cillian's home and it made you feel a bit awkward. However, you soon found your bearings and started making small talk with him as you waited for him to gather some blankets and pillows for you to sleep on the couch.

"Now tell me, how is school going for you?" Cillian asked casually, knowing that you were just about to sit your final exams, breaking the silence between you both as he took a seat next to you on the couch and handed you a glass of water.

"Oh, same old stuff, you know, studying, taking tests," you replied nonchalantly, shrugging off the question.

"And that boyfriend of yours? How is he doing?" he continued, a hint of worry creeping into his tone after he had met this young man a few weeks ago.

"We broke up last week," you admitted, feeling a pang of sadness. "It turned out that he was cheating on me all along."

Cillian placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"It's just. I never...I mean, I should have seen it coming," you mused aloud, swirling the ice around in your glass of water.

"Listen Y/N, you are a good girl. There will be others, others who are much more deserving of you," Cillian murmured softly, his thumb caressing your cheek gently, sending shivers down your spine. "But until then, don't rush things; it isn't healthy. Take some time for yourself, figure out what you want in life, and go for it."

"I guess you're right, Cillian," you sighed wistfully, staring blankly at the floor in front of you.

"I know I am right. I am always right," he mused, running a finger along your arm. You flinched at first, startled by the unexpected touch, but gradually relaxed under his gentle guidance. "Like I said, you are a smart girl, Y/N, so don't waste your youth on boys who don't deserve you," he went on to say before leaning closer.

You could smell the faint scent of soap and shampoo on his skin, a mixture of spice and cleanliness that made you feel strangely comfortable.

His fingers grazed your arm gently, sending a lightning bolt of excitement racing through your body. You wanted to pull away and yet, something strange compelled you to stay put.

"Thanks, Cillian," you managed to squeak out, your heart pounding loudly enough to drown out everything else.

"You are welcome," he responded smoothly, reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered against your cheek, and his scent enveloped you, leaving traces of warmth in your wake.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder while his fingers traced undefined patterns over your skin.

His fingers eventually followed a trail from your neck down to your breasts, and as they reached your chest, he paused.

"You are beautiful, you know that right?" he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

"I guess, yes," you muttered, your heart hammering wildly beneath your ribs as Cillian's fingers moved downward.

"Good," Cillian said and you could feel the heat rising within you, intensifying every sensation and emotion. His touch was almost too much to bear, yet it was also irresistible. You swallowed hard, unable to look away, captivated by the sensations coursing through your body.

"Let me ask you, Y/N, has your boyfriend ever touched you up here?" asked Cillian, his fingers tracing circles over your clothed breasts and your eyes widened, and you gulped nervously. "Yes, sometimes he has," you mumbled, biting your lip to suppress a moan.

"How about down there? Has he touched your special place?" Cillian's fingers danced provocatively, inching closer to your groin.

Your heart raced, palms sweating, as you shook your head in disbelief. You'd never imagined this kind of situation with Cillian, but his presence was intoxicating, overwhelming your senses.

"No, no one has," you finally mustered.

"Really?" Cillian's tone grew huskier, his fingers now brushing against your inner thigh.

"I bet you're wet though, aren't you?" he asked you, smirking wickedly.

"No, I don't think so," you whimpered, but your voice lacked conviction as his fingers slid upwards, dangerously close to your panties.

"Come on, Y/N, admit it. I know you are aroused right now," Cillian coaxed, his voice low and seductive. "I have seen how you have been looking at me for years and now that you are old enough...," he then went on to say before trailing off and your face burned hot with embarrassment, but Cillian's fingers were relentless, dancing dangerously close to your panties.

"Cillian, we shouldn't," you protested weakly, but your heart raced and your breath quickened, betraying any attempt at resistance.

"Why not? Don't you want to be a good girl for me?" Cillian purred, his fingers teasing the edge of your panties.

"I do, but..." you trailed off, struggling to form coherent sentences.

"But what?" he prodded, his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your panties. "Are you afraid of getting caught? Or maybe you think that you are still too young to have sex?" Cillian teased, his fingers expertly navigating through your underwear, his movements slow and deliberate.

"No, but I am nervous," you admitted, your voice barely audible. The anticipation building within you was overwhelming, and you desperately wanted to feel his breath on your skin.

"Nervous about what?" Cillian taunted, his fingertips pressing lightly against your clitoris beneath your underwear.

"I am nervous about having sex. I am worried that it will hurt when you put your, you know....in there..." you murmured, causing Cillian to chuckle.

"That's the thing, Y/N. The first time might be a little uncomfortable, but once you're used to it, it feels incredible. And trust me, I'll be gentle if you let me be your first," he assured you, his fingers now running over your wet slit, beneath your panties.

"I promise," he added, dipping one finger inside. You gasped softly, unprepared for the sudden intrusion.

"That feels weird," you gasped, gritting your teeth and clutching onto his arm for support.

"Because it's new," Cillian reassured you, his finger withdrawing briefly before sliding back in. "Try to relax, and breathe with me."

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on his voice, his rhythmic breathing. Slowly, you began to loosen up, allowing your muscles to unwind.

With each gentle thrust, you could feel his finger exploring deeper, discovering hidden depths within you.

You moaned softly, your hips undulating involuntarily, your breath becoming ragged.

Suddenly, he withdrew his finger, leaving you panting and wanting more.

"You are very wet now, Y/N," he murmured, his voice deepening even further as he pulled your panties down and slipped a digit back inside your folds. "And your pussy is so swollen, so ready for me. Please let me have sex with you," he begged you and your eyes shot open wide, and you gasped at the realization of what was about to happen if you said "yes"... You could feel your pulse throbbing in your veins, and your cheeks burning bright red.

"Come on Y/N. Let me put my cock inside that this little hole of yours. I promise it won't hurt for long," Cillian said, his voice dripping with lust. You glanced around nervously, aware that your heart was pounding uncontrollably and your breathing was heavy.

"You want to be my good girl, don't you?" Cillian whispered softly, his fingertip circling your nipple, creating a jolt of pleasure through your entire body.

"Okay, but you need to wear a condom," you interjected, swallowing nervously.

"Of course," Cillian reassured you before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small foil packet.

You watched intently as he undid his pants, pulled them down and then carefully removed the condom, rolling it onto his erect cock with practiced ease. Your heart hammered in your chest and your own juices pooled between your thighs at the sight of his engorged member.

"So beautiful. Now spread your legs for me, baby," Cillian instructed, his voice thick with desire. You did as you were told, your hands shaking with anticipation. Cillian knelt between your spread legs, his erection hovering just inches from your wet, eager pussy.

"Just like this, huh?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soaked opening. You whimpered, unable to contain your nervousness.

His cock looked huge in comparison to your small opening and the idea of having it inside you frightened you, but also excited you beyond belief.

"Relax, alright?" Cillian murmured softly, placing a supportive hand on your hip. "You might bleed a little, but it's completely normal. Trust me, it's nothing to worry about." His voice carried a soothing quality, and your heart rate gradually slowed down.

"Now, lift off the couch a little so that I can watch my cock go in," Cillian declared assertively, the intensity in his voice raising goosebumps across your arms.

You gulped, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

"Do you want me to lie back?" you ventured, feeling exposed yet curious after you adjusted your position.

"No, I want you to stay exactly where you are," Cillian insisted, his hand gripping your knee firmly.

"Okay," you murmured and Cillian sensed your apprehension and gave you a sly glance.

"Relax, Y/N. We are going to do this right," he assured you, his eyes locked on you. "It is going to be fun, okay? Just trust me."

You gave a weak nod, your heartbeat echoing in your ears, and a thin film of perspiration formed on your forehead. Cillian leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, "Ready?"

"Yeah," you managed to croak back, your voice hoarse from anxiety.

You shifted restlessly on the couch, your heart pounding in your chest like a jackhammer. Cillian's firm grip on your knee grounded you, and gradually, you began to settle into the moment.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Cillian whispered, his voice rich and husky as he pressed the head of his cock against your wet entrance. You inhaled, steadying yourself, bracing for the pain.

"Breathe with me, Y/N," Cillian coaxed, his breath hot on your skin. "Take a deep breath and push out your pelvis."

You complied, your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on relaxing your muscles. Cillian eased forward, and with a slight pop, his cock breached your tight barrier.

"Ow!" you cried out, instinctively tightening against the intrusion.

"It's okay, Y/N," Cillian murmured encouragingly, stroking your upper thigh. "Just relax and remember to breathe."

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you forced yourself to relax. Cillian maintained a steady pressure, guiding his cock deeper into your slick, tight channel. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, threatening to burst free at any moment.

"Almost there," Cillian whispered, his voice sounding far away.

You grunted softly, feeling the stretch and burn intensify.

Cillian continued to guide his cock deeper, his pace steady and measured. The discomfort was overwhelming, but you focused on taking measured breaths, reminding yourself that this was part of the process.

"Alright, Y/N, we're halfway there," Cillian murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing great."

"Is it supposed to hurt like this?" you whimpered, squirming uncomfortably.

"It is supposed to hurt a little," Cillian answered honestly before adding, "but it won't last forever. Just breathe and stay still for me. You will get used to the feeling soon," he reassured you and you took several deep breaths, willing yourself to relax. There was some blood on the cushion beneath you, but you pushed the image aside and focused on the task at hand.

Eventually, you felt him bottom out inside you, his cock filling you up completely with a sensation you hadn't experienced before.

Your heart pounded furiously, and your breathing became ragged.

"You're so damn tight, it feels so fucking good," Cillian groaned, his voice strained and husky and, despite his efforts, his cock twitched inside you, growing harder.

"Please," you managed to whisper, unsure whether you were agreeing to continue or begging him to stop. You could feel your insides quivering, an unfamiliar sensation spreading throughout your body. It was pleasurable at last and this, mixed with the pain, confused you.

Cillian's grip on your knee tightened slightly, steadying himself as he prepared to begin moving. He took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly.

"Okay, Y/N, I'm going to start moving now," he warned, his voice husky and low. "Just relax and tell me if it hurts too much."

You managed a weak nod, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for the inevitable pain. Cillian began to move, his cock sliding back and forth inside you with agonizing slowness.

Each stroke sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your body, making you moan softly. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and your heart pounded relentlessly in your chest. he growled in your ear, his voice low and gravelly.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're wound tighter than a spring. I can feel you clenching around me, fighting the urge to come undone."

You squirmed uneasily, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. "Cillian, please," you whimpered, your voice cracking like a gunshot. "Please, I can't," you moaned but he silenced you with a kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting of salt and sin. His cock pulsed inside you, relentless as an iron fist.

It seemed to fill you up more fully with each passing second, and the exquisite torment it inflicted upon your tender flesh drove you to distraction.

"Feel it, Y/N?" Cillian whispered, his voice husky and low. "My cock is stretching you to your limits and it feels so good. You are so tight and so warm," he groaned and you could only nod in agreement, your breaths ragged and desperate. Cillian's cock surged inside you, thrusting deeper and harder with each passing moment.

Each movement sent delicious spasms through your body, making you moan helplessly. You could feel yourself unraveling around him, losing control of your inhibitions.

"Oh, God, Cillian," you whimpered, your voice cracking with desperation. "You feel so good inside me."

Cillian's eyes gleamed with triumph, his cock swelling larger and thicker. An insatiable hunger ignited within you, driving you to claw at his shoulders and squeeze his ass tightly.

"That's a good girl," Cillian rasped, his cock pulsing intensely within you. "Taking my cock like a champ."

You could feel the walls of your pussy clenching around his invading shaft, contracting rhythmically like a vise. Each contraction brought another wave of ecstasy, as you surrendered yourself to the blissful agony consuming you.

"Oh, fuck," Cillian groaned, his cock flexing powerfully within you. "So goddamn tight," he gasped before pulling out of you abruptly. "How about you turn around for me now and get on to your hands and knees," he ordered.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding against your chest like a madman. But somehow, you trusted him. After all, he was Cillian Murphy—the man you've fantasized about for what felt like a lifetime. With a trembling hand, you slowly rotated your body until you were facing the opposite direction. You bent over, your hands supporting your weight on the couch cushions.

"Perfect," he praised. "Stay like that."

You heard him shuffling around behind you but did not pay much attention to what he was doing as, unbeknownst to you, he pulled the condom off his shaft and discarded it on the floor, wanting to fuck you bare.

He then grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you back against him. His bare shaft entered you, feeling warmer and smoother than before.

It slid effortlessly into your welcoming pussy, the sensation of his flesh against yours setting fire to your nerves.

"Something feels different," you gasped, confused, but Cillian silenced you.

"Shh," Cillian hushed you, his warm breath fanning your ear. "Everything's fine," he said before he thrust into you again, his cock sliding deeply within you with a hungry growl. The sensation of his naked cock penetrating you felt amazing for him and you, but you still did not know why it felt different then before and put it down to the change in positioning.

For Cillian, this act was raw, primal, and absolutely thrilling. The thought of having his cum inside you thrilled him even more, claiming you as his.

"God, Y/N," he gasped, his breath hot on your neck.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he groaned and you bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan.

"Cillian," you whimpered, your voice hoarse with desire, still unaware that he was now fucking you raw. His bare cock was inside you now just as he was getting ready to cum and you knew nothing about it.

"I am close baby. So fucking close," Cillian muttered while slamming into you. Each thrust filled you with an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless.

"Oh, God, Cillian," you moaned, your voice cracking with desperation.

You could feel the walls of your pussy clenching around his invading shaft, contracting rhythmically like a vice and, soon enough, you could not take it anymore and came undone.

You orgasmed, spasming around his cock, milking him and forcing you both to shout out in euphoria.

You felt your inner walls tighten around him, and Cillian's cock swelled, spurting hot cum deep inside you. His seed mixing with your wetness, marking you as his.

"Fuck," he groaned, his seed bursting forth, painting your insides white. You gasped in shock, your body tensing up as his semen spilled into you.

You felt the warm sticky substance trickling down your inner thighs but did not think anything of it, ignoring it in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then, after a few more thrusts, Cillian pulled out of you and collapsed beside you on the couch and, immediately, you sat up, your gaze landing on the spot where both of you had been lying.

You didn't notice it initially, but now, you couldn't help but stare at that spot while Cillian reached for a box of tissues and, without words, handing you a wad of paper towels.

"What for?" you asked, puzzled as and he gestured to your pussy, leaking his cum.

You stared at your own pussy before registering what had taken place. He had ejaculated inside you. The thought made you blush profusely but you didn't say anything.

You clean up the mess with the tissue, wiping up the remnants of his release before tossing it in the trashcan.

"Your pussy looks so good, leaking my cum," Cillian says, admiring your visibly flushed face and damp hair.

"Why did you do that?" you ask, knowing full well that he intentionally removed the condom.

"I wanted to claim you," Cillian replies, his voice deep and resonant. "I needed to show you that you belong to me; that we are meant to be together," he told you while caressing your cheek gently with his thumb. "And now you are mine," he added confidently before forcefully kissing you again, his lips crushing yours hungrily till your body weakened under his passion.

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saigethearies · 7 months

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saige’s terrortober presents…

proximity

your unlikely partnership with tobio was just that- a partnership. that is, until the vacant room at the motel had only one bed.

demon hunter!tobio kageyama x witch!fem!reader

contents/warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, facefucking, dry humping, confessions, some praise, mention of a knife and violence, reader and tobio are both a lil drunk on lust

wc: 2k

18+ MINORS DNI

the first time you met tobio kageyama, he held a knife to your throat.

in his defense, he did think you were a demon. a skilled hunter such as himself was able to detect your dark energy from a mile away, he just didn’t know you emitted it for a different reason.

demons emit it naturally, you emit when you utilize the dark arts. practicing black and white magic alike is what enabled you to grow stronger than the other witches, and in turn be better able to protect the people. what better way to take down a demon than to give it a taste of its own medicine?

you could have easily gotten his blade away from your skin, but you had a stigma against using incantations on fellow humans. besides, coming off as hostile would make it harder to plead your non-demonic case to him.

eventually you managed to appeal to his years of experience in the field, the ravenette deciding you weren’t acting or behaving like a demon in any fashion. explaining your abilities to him, he brought you back to the hunter society, seeing the value that could come from a witch battling against demons.

the higher-ups decided a powerful duo could be made out of your unique powers and his perfected expertise, so the rest was history.

you and tobio were coming up on a year of being hunting partners, cutting down countless demons together.

the feelings you were starting to develop, however, were becoming a lot harder to fight.

the lingering stares you’d give him, the heat on your cheeks, your racing pulse- you were worried you were being obvious. that he’d catch on and your dynamic would become awkward, because he didn’t feel the same.

someone as reserved and standoffish as tobio definitely didn’t feel the same, he probably didn’t think twice about romance. it was a miracle the two of you could even hold a friendly conversation now.

oh, how wrong you were.

“we only have one room left, and it only has one bed.”

the both of you blinked, still covered in dirt and grime from the mission you’d completed about an hour ago. all of the other motels in the town were completely booked, something about a festival. you and tobio were both exhausted, each failed attempt at finding a place to sleep worsening your tiredness.

and now? the two of you avoiding sharing a room in general when possible, sharing a bed?

there was no way. tobio was probably about to turn to you and just suggest to try again in the next town over-

“we’ll take it.”

his response caught you completely off guard, and you watched on in shock as the innkeeper handed him the key.

the walk to your room was quiet, and once you were there, the only words spoken were to determine who got to shower first.

offering to shower second, you left the bathroom once you were clean and in your pajamas. tobio had changed into his while you were bathing, and it was clear the two of you were both caught off guard at each other’s attire.

tobio had on a pair of athletic shorts- no shirt.

you had on an oversized shirt, and tobio couldn’t see any bottoms, which was leading his poor imagination to dangerous places.

you stared at each other in silence for a few moments longer before he finally broke it.

“sorry, i thought i would be sleeping alone, or else i would have, you know, brought a shirt.”

“no, it’s fine! don’t apologize! neither of us planned for this…”

more silence.

you saw him grab one of the pillows off the bed, moving towards the floor space in front of it. “you take the bed.”

“what? tobio, no, your muscles are probably really sore. you need it more than me.”

you weren’t wrong. his fighting style was much more physical than yours, relying on weaponry and hand-to-hand combat while your specialty was your spells and incantations.

“you take the bed, i insist.”

he frowned. “if my sister knew i made a girl sleep on the floor, she’d kill me.”

you sighed. neither of you were going to budge on this, so the next words that came out of your mouth had your stomach erupting into nerves.

“…we can share it?”

his face almost went pale. you weren’t sure if you should be offended. “…are you sure?”

“yeah, it’s just one night, right?”

somehow the bed felt even smaller once you were both in it. you swore it was a double, but now it felt as if it couldn’t have been much bigger than a twin. you were half hanging off the side, trying to avoid being in tobio’s personal space more than you already were.

the hunter noticed how uncomfortable you looked.

“…you can move closer if you need.”

head turning towards him, you mirrored his earlier question. “are you sure?”

“you’re gonna have back problems tomorrow if you sleep like that, yes i’m sure.”

that’s how you ended up in bed with your demon hunting partner, your head on his chest because of the limited space, his arm resting behind your shoulders.

it was dark, the two of you just trying to fall asleep as fast as possible. you could hear tobio’s heartbeat below your ear, the sound almost soothing despite the way too intimate proximity.

you let it lull you for a few more minutes, almost nuzzling into his skin. suddenly, you felt his heart start to beat quicker, the pace accelerating and accelerating until-

tobio jumped out of bed, cheeks dusted pink as he breathed heavily, looking down at you.

“what’s wro-“

“do you have some sort of spell on me?”

a look of confusion came onto your features. “huh?”

“a spell, do you have a…love or lust or whatever the fuck spell on me?”

you jaw fell open. what the hell was going on?

“tobio,” you started. “why are you asking?”

he tried to calm his breathing. he was usually so cool and collected, you weren’t familiar with seeing him this frazzled. “because i…”

“because you what?”

“i really want you right now, like really bad.”

his words had your brain malfunctioning, chest feeling warm and bubbly. he wanted you?

you cleared your throat. “tobio…you’re not under any spell right now.”

he blinked. “i’m not?”

“no.”

you saw the reality of the situation sink in for him, and you never thought you’d ever see tobio kageyama look so embarrassed. if the ground were to swallow him whole then and there, he would be thankful.

you figured you might as well end his suffering.

“it’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, figuring now was as good of a time as ever. “i want you, too.”

your saccharine words drifted into his ears and tobio’s mind went blank.

then, he was on you before you could even watch him move, sitting down onto the bed and tugging you into his lap. he crashed his lips against yours, teeth gnashing together as he kissed you with so much vigor it reminded you of how he fought.

your mouths continued to dance against one another’s as his arms encircled your waist, grinding his pelvis against yours. he discovered that what was hiding beneath your big t-shirt was the thinnest pair of pajama shorts possible, the material doing nothing to conceal your heat from him.

that caused him to hump against you with even more passion, and your eyes almost rolled back when you could feel his covered length press into your core, trying to gyrate in rhythm with him.

pulling away, you tugged your shirt over your head before grabbing onto his shoulders, hovering your lips back over his.

“can i suck you off?” you asked, eyes watery and blown wide.

“w-what?”

did he hear you right?

“please, tobio! wanna suck your cock so bad.”

you were practically whining against his lips now, so desperate to have your mouth wrapped around the warm dick you could feel rubbing against you earlier.

the red on his cheeks intensified, seeing you so needy for him. the image of you on your knees before him also made his pants feel tighter, so the hunter found himself nodding. “alright, if you really want-“

he didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before you were dropping to your knees before him, tugging his athletic shorts and boxers down all in one go.

his erect cock was so pretty, long with a pink tip. you found yourself grasping it gently, bringing it to your lips so you could place several kisses on the head.

tobio’s head was already spinning at the attention you were giving him, a groan leaving his lips then when he felt your mouth finally engulf him.

his hands flew to grip the side of your head, bracing himself as you started to bob up and down. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a pretty girl pleasuring him like this, his past few years all consumed with hunting and protecting the public.

you opened up your throat, taking him all the way in as your nose came flush against his pelvis. tobio shivered at the sensation, fingers tightening on the side of his head. you moaned around him, and the vibrations caused something to snap within him.

keeping your head in place, the ravenette pulled out of your mouth only to thrust right back into it. he proceeded to fuck your face, sounds bubbling up from his throat that had your pussy growing even wetter than it was before.

just as his thighs started to shake from an oncoming orgasm, tobio yanked you off of him. you gasped, trying to collect your breath as he hauled you back up onto his lap.

“sorry,” he breathed, almost ripping your tiny little sleep shorts as he tore them off of you. he saw your cunt bare before him and almost lost it then and there.

“why’d you stop?”

he gave a soft peck to your pout that contradicted the frantic way he was moving his dick between your holds.

“wanna cum inside you instead.”

such dirty words sounded foreign coming from tobio, but the almost frenzied look in his eyes told you he wasn’t all there right now. his usual stoicness was being bogged down by lust, lust induced by you.

you practically cried out when he started to pull you down onto him, his dick feeling even bigger than it did earlier. he held your hips in place, panting against your ear as he kept burying more of himself inside of you. it was a miracle you were already so wet or else that stretch would have hurt.

tobio’s sanity seemed like it was hanging on by a thread. “can…can i move now?”

you nodded with earnest.

“please, please fuck me!”

planting his feet on the floor, the hunter instantly started to jackhammer up into you, every hit deep and hard within your walls. you squeezed your eyes shut, almost wailing as he battered your cunt.

“fuck, you feel so good, fuck, fuck!”

every time he pistoned up into you, tobio brought your hips down to meet his. he was practically using you as a fucktoy, and the thought sent your mind into shambles. your pussy clenched at the way he was treating you.

“tobio, i- ahhhh!”

his tip was slamming against that special spot within you now, every thrust now having your thighs twitching against his.

“feels even better than i imagined,” he breathed out. “wanted this for so fucking long, just didn’t think you felt the same.”

your heart fluttered at his confession.

“r-really?”

he kissed your cheek. “really.”

tobio’s balls felt so tight and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. from the way you were trembling in his lap, you probably weren’t fairing much better.

keeping a hand on your hip, his other hand came to push your head against his chest, cradling it there as he picked up his pace.

you squealed out, tears falling onto his skin as your g-spot was met with even more force from his cock. feeling the band within you finally snap, your muscles locked then spasmed as you climaxed. the stimulus of your own orgasm sent tobio into his own, his hips stilling as he groaned and spilled into you.

the two of you were slumped, you going slack against tobio as he fell back onto the bed. coming to, his blue eyes widened as realization dawned on him.

“shit, i didn’t ask-“

“birth control spell,” you answered, already knowing exactly what he was going to say. “we’re fine, don’t worry.”

you felt him relax at that, rubbing his hand up and down your back. you hummed, smiling as you started to drift off into sleep.

“hey.”

“hm?”

“…do you wanna get breakfast tomorrow?”

you cracked an eye open at that, lifting your head to look at him. “like as hunting partners?”

the little scowl that came onto his face had you chuckling. “don’t be an ass about it!”

pressing a little kiss to his pec, you laid your head back down.

“i’d love to.”

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alpaca-clouds · 1 month

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Travel is good, tourism isn't

I said in the blog yesterday, that I think travel is good, but tourism isn't. So, let me explain this. And I will put this here first: I am going to explain it on the example of Japan, because I know the most about what is happening there in terms of travel and tourism - and what issues arise from it.

See, I do think travelling to foreign places (whatever that means for you) is a good thing. Experiencing other cultures and interacting people who due to their culture have a very different outlook on life and the world is a good thing. Not only to move away from a certain worldview (which for white people tends to be an eurocentric one, and for Americans an US-centric one), it also fosters empathy to other people.

And I think of this dramatic thing especially when it comes to Americans travelling, who due to their lacking education system often do know jack shit about the rest of the world.

However: I do both think that the thing we right now call tourism does not really help, but actually does hinder this - and is harmful in many other ways.

Right now, foreign tourists are no longer allowed in Gion, the Geisha quarter of Kyoto. The reason for it is, that too many of them were fucking disrespectful. Some made photos of the Geisha without asking, some even touched the kimono and the hair of the Geisha. Some even got angry and started arguing, when people told them to not do this.

Especially when it comes to Kyoto I can think of a variet of other examples. People have carved their names into temples. People touched things that are not supposed to be touched (like idols). People otherwise behaved inappropriately, for example towards kannushi and mikos. Folks have bathed their feet in pools meant for ritual cleansing. There are a lot of examples of this.

And I think part of this goes back to two things. For one again eurocentrism and the way, that a lot of especially white folks to not perceive other cultures as real. But also, and maybe more importantly, the mindset that: "I have paid $1500 for this trip and I get to very well do what I want." The different culture in this mindset gets treated like a themepark, not as a place filled with real people, rather than performers there to enhance the tourist's experience.

Meanwhile the tourists generally are not really interested to interact with the other culture further than that. Which is also, why they tend to flock to the same few places, to all go make their own photo of the same place that a million people have photographed before - as compared to going exploring in a foreign place.

And in some cases - like Kyoto - this also leads to the fact that the local people often get pushed out of the places they actually live in.

A lot of people will often say: "Yeah, but it is great for their economy." Which... leaving my capitalism-hating-ideation aside for a moment... Well, actually it is not good and COVID showed us. Because it makes the economy totally depedent on tourism. In places that are heavily dependent on tourism, the sudden complete anihilation of tourism with the pandemic pushed those places further into a crisis than anywhere else. Heck, keeping it with Kyoto: Given a lot of folks had jobs related to the tourism industry and there were in fact not many other jobs, a lot of people found themselves forced to move away from Kyoto during the pandemic.

So while the entire "but economy" thing will seem true on a short term, it actually is not on the long term.

And that is without going into the environmental impact that comes from a lot of people flocking to certain places. This is shown especially in areas, where folks go for "nature", destroying nature while they do so. Because nature just cannot handle thousands upon thousands of people travelling through.

So, what do I mean with "travel, instead of tourism"? Well, frankly: Yes, you still go to other places. But - to keep with Japan - instead of going to Kyoto you might go to Morigushi or Beppo, and instead of touring from one temple and shrine to the next, you will just interact with the places and explore them. To actually experience them, rather than some preconscieved notion of what it is supposed to be. And you interact with the people.

And you learn. Because we all just need to learn about different people, different cultures and different places. Rather than just consuming them.

#travel #tourism #anti tourism #anti capitalism #fuck capitalism #eurocentrism #solarpunk #lunarpunk #philosophy #japan #kyoto #gion district

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sweetbutpsychobutsweet · 7 months

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Owe You One

Chapter 6

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: A new discovery about the nature of orcs leads to a drastic decision on your part. And Thorin surprises you by behaving in a very un-Thorin-like manner

Warnings: angst, no use of y/n, implied eating disorder/starvation to avoid menstruation

author's note: Hope y'all enjoyed the events of last chapter😉 I'm working on creating a master list for my page so it's easier to navigate through my fics in the future!

Also, without giving away too much of what happens in this chapter, I added in the warnings that there are mentions of the reader starving herself to delay getting her period. Because it doesn't come from a place of body dysmorphia I didn't want to mislabel it as anorexia, but if this is a potentially triggering topic for you please be aware that you might want to skip the next few chapters.

If you or someone you know is suffering from an eating disorder you can call the helpline at ♥888-375-7767♥

Word count: 1622

You allow yourself a few minutes to just sit on the bed in your towel. It takes some time to form a coherent thought, and even longer to regain feeling in your legs.

Once you do finally gather enough energy to stand you make your way over to the armoire to dress for dinner. Your stomach is already starting to rumble in anticipation of the feast you know will be waiting for you just down the hall so you decide to dress quickly.

You choose a dress you know you can slip into easily, not wanting to fuss with pulling on trousers at the moment. You pull on a clean chemise to go underneath, then choose one of your favorite evening dresses to pull on. It’s a dark, forest green color, made of a shimmery fabric that catches in the light with your every movement. The sleeves flow down your arms before splitting open at the elbow to drape loosely down the rest of your arms. The laces cross in the front of the bodice instead of the back so you can tie them easily yourself.

Not wanting to wrangle with your wet mess of hair you simply pile it on top of your head and pin it in place. You step into a pair of matching silk slippers and head out the door, following the mouthwatering smell of Elven cuisine.

You force yourself to walk slowly down to the dining hall, worried the others might be suspicious if you arrive too soon after Thorin does.

You pass through elegant archways to find your company poking at the vegetables before them with great displeasure. But not quite as much displeasure as you feel when you realize the only seat left is right next to Thorin.

You had hoped to avoid him for a while in a vain attempt to put off the inevitable discussion that will need to be had. About what happened between the two of you, and what exactly it means moving forward.

“These swords were made for the goblin wars of the first age,” Lord Elrond is explaining when you take your seat between him and Thorin. “How did you come by these?” he asks curiously.

“We found them in a troll hoard on the great east road shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.” Gandalf replies with excitement.

Lord Elrond looks at you with suspicion. “And what were you doing on the great east road?”

“Weren’t you listening?” you ask as you start to pile food onto your plate, “we were being ambushed by orcs.”

Your Elven friend simply laughs, knowing better than to try and get an answer out of you.

“We’re incredibly lucky you arrived when you did,” you tell him, “we’d probably all have our heads mounted on spikes by now if it hadn’t been for you.”

“We were doing just fine,” Thorin grumbles from beside you but you elect to ignore him.

“They are vicious creatures,” Lord Elrond agrees with you. “While you’re here I’ll have to show you some literature I recently found on some of their hunting strategies. Some scholars seem to believe that orcs are able to smell blood from several miles away. If their intended target loses so much as a drop of blood they’re as good as dead with an orc pack on their trail.”

You freeze with your fork midway to your mouth.

Blood? You think to yourself in panic as you start to do the math in your head.

You drop your fork onto your plate in alarm and everyone turns to look at you in concern. You smile sheepishly and reach for your water goblet with a trembling hand. Everyone turns back to their conversations.

Everyone except Thorin. Whose gaze you can feel burning a hole in your head.

You refuse to meet his eyes, too afraid that if he sees the panic on your face he’ll be able to realize the exact same thing you just did.

Orcs can smell blood, and your menstrual cycle is due to start in five days.

If its true that even a single drop can attract orcs from miles away, then the pack currently hunting you will certainly notice if you suddenly start to lose a large amount of blood.

If Thorin and the others find out that the only female member of the company is about to pose a great risk to everyone’s lives then the only logical solution would be for them to leave you behind.

For Thorin to leave you behind. Again.

You’ll be left bleeding and alone while they go off to continue reclaiming Erebor without you.

You know it isn’t fair to blame them. It’s not their fault you have this monthly inconvenience any more than it's yours. It is for the good of the company that you stay behind for a little while if you’re about to start bleeding.

Unless you don’t start bleeding, you realize.

You look down at your plate as an idea starts to form in your head.

The stress of the journey will likely cause your cycle to come late anyway. But if you were to stop eating for just a few days, that would definitely prevent your cycle from coming. At least long enough to put more distance between you and the orcs.

You push your plate away from you, your decision made. Certainly, you can manage to go a few more days without eating, if it means saving the company from any further risk. Your stomach grumbles at you in protest and you can tell Thorin is still looking at you with suspicion. But that will be a problem for later.

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“Our business is no concern of elves,” Thorin’s voice echos off the walls of the dark study you have all gathered in.

“Here we go,” you mutter to yourself.

“For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map!” the wizard cries with mounting frustration at the leader of your company.

“It is the legacy of my people, it is mine to protect as are its secrets,” Thorin replies stubbornly.

“Thorin,” your voice is gentle but assertive and for the first time since dinner his eyes finally meet yours.

“You can trust Lord Elrond, I promise.” he remains silent as his eyes search your face. You can still see the dark cloud of his inner turmoil as he struggles to hold his ground against you and Gandalf. His resolve may be starting to crack, as he realizes this is in the best interest of the quest. But knowing Thorin he would rather die than admit defeat.

“Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves!” Gandalf cries, “Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the presence of one of the few in middle earth who can read that map, show it to Lord Elrond!”

Thorin gives no indication that he heard a word Gandalf said. His gaze has not left yours.

“If you won’t trust Lord Elrond, will you at least trust that Gandalf has our best interests at heart?” you ask him with a sigh. “Will you trust me, Thorin?”

He remains silent, clenching his fists at his side, and your irritation grows as you steel yourself for him to refuse yet again.

But he doesn’t.

He reaches into his tunic and pulls out the map.

“Thorin, no!" Balin protests but Thorin simply shrugs him off and hands the map over.

Lord Elrond begins to carefully unfold the map as you repeatedly open and close your mouth in shock, not knowing what to say.

Thorin averts his eyes from you as Lord Elrond and Gandalf begin discussing amongst themselves. Their voices fade around you in a blur and your attention drifts away as it can only seem to focus on one thing: why would Thorin do that?

He never backs down, not even when he realizes he’s in the wrong. Even before there was this tension between the two of you, convincing Thorin to set aside his pride when he feels so strongly about something is next to impossible.

What could have possibly caused him to change his mind this time?

“Cirth Ithil,” you hear Lord Elrond say and your attention immediately snaps back to the present moment.

“Moon runes!” you translate with breathless excitement.

“Of course!” Gandalf cries, “An easy thing to miss.”

“Well in this case that is true,” continues Lord Elrond, “moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.”

“Can you read them?” comes the important question.

Lord Elrond leads the others off to a moonlit space where the runes will be illuminated. But before Thorin can follow the others you reach out to grab his arm, pulling him back from the group.

He turns over his shoulder to look back at you but avoids meeting your eyes.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, “What made you change your mind?”

He gently removes your hand from his arm and turns to face you fully. Your breath catches in your throat as he takes a step closer to you and memories of what happened in that pool earlier that same evening come rushing back.

You hadn’t noticed until now that a strand of hair had fallen loose from the others, and hung by your cheek. Thorin reaches up gently to tuck it behind your ear. His warm palm lingered against your cheek.

“It’s like you said,” he mumbles as your eyelids flicker in anticipation, “I owe you one.” his hand falls away from your face and you can’t help but feel more than a little disappointed as he turns to follow the others outside.

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nyrasbloodyclover · 11 months

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speak now (daemon targaryen x reader)

cw: ?

a/n: HORRIFIED LOOKS FROM EVERYONE IN THE ROOM BUT I'M ONLY LOOKING AT YOU!!

I hated the man I was supposed to marry. Despised him. The way he spoke, the way he used his hands while explaining something he thought I didn't understand, the way he behaved around other Lords and Knights. Disgusting.

Thank Gods for The Rogue Prince. When I first saw him, it was during a tournament King Viserys organized. Daemon's armor was the only thing that occupied me during the whole tournament. Specifically, how he looked underneath all that metal. And besides that, he saw me, and something in his gaze was telling me that he wanted to do many things with me. To me.

I found out not long after that, in one of the rooms, somewhere in the labyrinth of the castle's hallways. He pinned me against the wall and I spread my legs for him like a common whore. His fingers felt like magic against my swollen cunt as I tried to keep quiet. He was rough and fast and I was clenching around his hand soon enough, while gripping his shoulder for support. Both of us almost ran away from that place, not looking at each other, but unspoken words were still there.

This was not the last time.

Days after that, my family made me marry some lesser known Lord and I was furious. But that was the natural order of things. Anyway, people I knew and the people I didn't all gathered to witness my death as I looked at that ugly imbecile I will soon call husband.

Daemon was watching too. He had a smug expression on his face, standing like the true Prince he was. Dear Gods, why couldn't I be someone important so they could marry me off to that deranged bastard. We locked eyes and his violet ones seemed to be hiding something.

Of course, my husband said he didn't like Prince Daemon because he had to be the center of attention wherever he was, even if he went to someone's wedding. Which was the case right now. But, fortunately for me, Princes are always invited.

Vows were exchanged and my husband smiled like he won a prize. What a man.

Food was tasteless, I was tired and my head hurt. Where was Daemon now?

Then I saw him in the crowd again and smiled for myself. If I could just get to him...We would need minutes and nobody would even suspect that we were gone. He probably read my thoughts when met his gaze over the crowded room and just shook his head, as if saying Not yet.

The wedding was over, Daemon left and I felt like someone beat me up. It was time for a beddibg ceremony and it wasn't that bad, since I imagined it was Daemon inside of me the whole time, touching and biting me. That made my husband think he was doing a good job.

Days after that were monotone and I drank moon tea that Daemon regularly sent without my husband knowing. If I got pregnant with that mans baby, I might just kill myself.

So, not a word from Daemon—Until one night.

I found a note on my side of the bed. It was from him. He gave me no information about where he was or what his next move might be. Just to get off of my husband's property.

So I did. I went to my aunt for a couple of days, I was meaning to visit her anyway, so this was a perfect opportunity.

But when I got back, my husband was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere, but it was pointless. Not even the guards or the servants knew where he was. I was called to court the next day. Not even the king knew where my husband was.

Then Daemon Targaryen slipped a note in my palm and brushed past me like nothing happened.

It was a map. A map leading to the place where we were the last time together, alone. I waited in the small room and when he finally opened the doors I started asking him questions.

"What is the meaning of this, Daemon?"

"I thought I maybe deserve one 'Thank you' for everything that led to this moment? No?"

Then it went to my head. I whispered hysterically, "What did you do to him?"

"Me? Nothing. But two very loyal spies were quite useful."

"My gods, you killed him!"

His face transformed once a smug smile spread across his face. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look absolutely ravishing when you're excited."

"I'm not excited," she lied, "What is going be with me now?"

"Well, you're going to spend some time with us, meaning me,of course, and when you find a proper suitor, you'll marry him and I'll pay him a visit. And when I do that, you're going to return to the court and so on." He looked very proud of his plan. Daemon was insane.

Whatever, she had a couple of months with him and they aren't going to go to waste.

She kissed the prince, pulling his head down so she could reach his lips, and his mouth immediately opened, pushing his tongue inside of hers. He gripped her waist and slammed her against the wall, making something fall down and break. She flinched, but they never separated.

Then there was a knock. "My prince, is everything all right?" A loud voice. Probably a maid. "Prince Daemon?" She knocked again. He smiled, but said nothing.

"Make her leave!" I whispered to him.

He just kept smiling like a fool. "You are unbelievable! You have to say something! Daemon, speak. Now." If he doesn't say something, she's going to open the door and see them, see her, a lady whose husband went missing, doing gods know what with the prince.

I am going to regret this. I started faking my moans and whimpers, making Daemon's eyes grow wide in shock, then his lips curved in a daring smile. She smiled back at him as she continued to fake her moaning.

The maid was traumatized. "I am so sorry, my prince!" And she left running, probably embarrassed.

I started laughing, my head falling back as Daemon's hand gripped my jaw and pulled me in for another kiss that led to him taking off my dress and pulling my hair. He covered my mouth with his palm as he thrusted mercilessly inside me.

That is also how the couple of next moths looked for me, until I got married again and he sent his spies again.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader

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cinnamonest · 11 months

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Ever since i saw your whiney darling stuff i fell in love! Please tell us more! Maybe like how some characters would react to a really mean bitchy darling who always fights them! Or a rlly whiney prissy girl, like one of those entitled brat darlings, maybe for kazuha or childe where she thinks their whole life style is too gross for her

Ohhhh noooo those two would be so awful, albeit for different reasons... also making note of a few others worth mentioning for this concept

Kazuha is a better fit initially, but becomes progressively more frightening, whereas Childe is just an absolute menace overall. Childe finds your brattiness cute, at least for a while. He goes out of his way to provoke you and mess with you, especially anything that gets squeals and panic out of you. For example, if you're grossed out by blood and keep complaining about his tendency to come home practically caked with it or freak out when he tries to touch you with it all over his hands, he makes sure to do so to a greater extent, just for you! He's basically just awful because he'll pick at the things you dislike and actively do anything he can to upset you because it's just so cute.

That being said, he himself is picky about your behaviors in the sense of timing. He wants you to be all pouty and upset, but only when he wants it. Like, he'll do something to mess with you and get your reaction one minute, but now he's done with that, moving on, and wants you to be all affectionate and... you're not. What do you mean, you're still upset about what he did 5 minutes ago? Now this is a problem, he's supposed to be able to just sort of shift your moods around like a light switch. He doesn't want you to be irked anymore, he wants you to be happy and nice now so why are you mad and not immediately conforming to what he wills you to feel like at any given second? Unbelievable.

Kazuha on the other hand... he manages very well, in terms of his own emotional regulation, and he's better at first than Childe because he's accommodating, tries his best to please you. He doesn't get outwardly angry or loud or volatile, no, he handles it the same way he does everything, with a soft smile on his face that's starting to seem a bit eerie the more you complain and the quieter and more twitchy he gets. He can actually take quite a bit of your abuse with a soft smile on his face, only trying to gently dissuade you. Hey, now, let's be reasonable..., or it's not so bad, see?, or don't worry, we can stop and rest soon, so on and so on... for a while. He has his limits.

Something you do eventually pushes him over the edge. His smile doesn't drop, but you'll just be whining and complaining and all of a sudden his hand is around your throat with a crushing, asphyxiating grip.

Hey... let's try to be more positive for a little bit, okay? Can you do that for me?

The intensity of your windpipe being crushed is so unmatched with his pleasant expression and soft tone that it leaves you reeling. But he's waiting on an answer, and you find yourself frantically nodding your head so he'll let go. Needless to say it keeps you quiet and well-behaved for a while. Until you inevitably act out again, leading him to another slow build-up of frustration until you get him to snap again, and next time might be a little more aggressive.

Also worth mentioning: there's another tier of being a bad fit, but in a different sort of way: Kaveh, Thoma, Chongyun and Bennett. All four poor things try so hard to bend to your every whim and are so desperate to make you happy that they'd wear themselves ragged trying to fix anything you whine about. Problem is that if that's just your nature, eventually it's going to reach a point where they get genuinely depressed and discouraged. At the very least, Thoma can probably accommodate your tastes a bit given that he's living on a very nice estate, and Chongyun can sometimes get a certain friend to donate some funds for him to use to make you happy, but the other two are screwed. Kaveh doesn't exactly have a lot of spending money, and even on the rare occasion Bennett finds a chest that has actual mora in it, something always goes wrong with trying to buy you something. So you'll just have to live with their frugal lifestyles... please, they'll get hurt if you're too mean about it, and can you really live with yourself knowing you've made them sad? Could you really look into those eyes and be mean?

Diluc is somewhere in the middle actually, but leaning more towards a good fit simply because he has the resources. He does have a disdain for snobbish behavior on your part, but to be honest, he quickly realizes that just giving you what you want is far easier than trying to reason with you, and he actually has the means to do so, so, he thus ends up admittedly often just giving in. Less whining that way, and frankly, whining irks him very quickly. Oh, and not to mention, he gives in easily because he still holds out hope that tending to and appeasing your pickiness will hopefully endear him to you, and he's desperate for anything that can accomplish that. One could argue this makes him both a good and bad fit for such an individual -- good in the sense that he can fulfill your desires, but bad because by doing so, he's just making your spoiled tendencies that much worse.

Xingqiu is primarily difficult because frankly, you having brat tendencies makes you two of a kind. As much as he tries to maintain his chivalrous humble aura, as always, that chivalry thing tends to suddenly dissipate when he starts not getting his way. And when that happens, you'll find he can be incredibly stubborn. And when you're stubborn and picky and he's stubborn and picky you two are going to reach an impasse very quickly. Because he wants to do this, go here, eat this, get up and go to bed at this time and have you wear this and do this thing together, but what you want is totally different from everything he wants, and that's an issue. Obviously, logically the less important opinion (yours) should be the one that gets overridden, but you seem pretty reluctant to agree. Truly baffling.

He's pretty pushy about it, but with a smile and pleasant demeanor, trying to maintain the charismatic image of himself he likes to exude. After a while, though, you can whittle him down further and further to the point that he snaps and his spoiled rich child side comes out in full force, but only for a few seconds before he catches himself and corrects it. Only now, he's even more irritated at you for making him do that, treats it as if you actively committed some transgression against him.

And lastly, Albedo is also one that can't really be categorized as good or bad -- he's technically good at dealing with it, but in such a way that is very bad for your sake. He's definitely the most humiliating to deal with, and he nips the brat behavior in the bud very quickly. He doesn't get angry very easily, he stays calm and collected even if you throw tantrums and get furious. Eventually, after enough of him silently taking your complaining, he finally speaks.

Mm. Alright then.

You don't like the tone he uses, and it's ominous foreboding of what's to come.

Basically, he takes the route of malicious compliance. You complain about his presence, and you find yourself being dumped outside the front door in the freezing cold.

Well, you did say you didn't want to spend another second with me in the room, so I suppose you'll have to wait out here. Unless you'd like me to let you back in.

Complain about food? Alright, then you can just not eat. Complain about sleeping in the same bed? Have fun on the floor with no blankets, at least until you nicely ask to be allowed back in bed. Complain that he keeps staring at you when he's fucking you? You can be flipped onto your front side and get choked and railed from behind instead. Complain about the clothes he gives you? Okay, you can have none.

Basically he's a little bastard about it, but the most infuriating part is that it works, and very quickly too. You inevitably find yourself watching your tongue more often, and complaining less, and being more submissive. But if it gets to where you're a little bit too compliant, he might start going out of his way to do subtle little things to pull some more bratty outbursts out of you... after all, said outbursts are cute, so he doesn't want them to disappear completely, and your teary eyes and humiliation later on is even cuter.

#kzha getting pushed over the edge by darling is like that meme thats like #'you have to ask yourself 'what am i willing to put up with today?' well not fucking THIS'

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doiefics · 11 months

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don't fall for the homeboy!

pairing: jihoon x afab!reader

prologue: jihoon was sure he wasn’t the type to catch feelings for his friend, but what happens when he is suddenly struck by the reality?

genre: fluff + friends to lovers

wordcount: 750

warnings: none

"Ding Dong!” your doorbell greeted you.

You went to answer, thinking who could it be at this hour? Certainly not your parents, who just left ten minutes ago.

“Hey, Y/N! Your mom sent me to look after you, now step aside and let me in.” It was Jihoon, your childhood friend.

Together, him and you went through everything. Including from being conceived and born around the same time to going to school. He became an inseparable part of your life.

It was not like you did not want Jihoon around.

You had been seeing him since you were born. You bitched about the people you hated together and were each other’s emotional support.

Many assumed the two of you were dating, but that was not the case.

By now, Jihoon had already seated himself in your living room. Of course, your mother did not assign him the babysitting, but he was her favourite anyway, naturally, he was like a family member.

“Stop standing like a sims character over there, and yes, don’t end up creating any more trouble,” Jihoon tried you boss you around.

“Park Jihoon, I am old enough. And you are just thirty-seven days older than me, for your weekly reminder.” You were quick to defend yourself.

“The last time you were allowed to be home alone, you let a stray cat enter the house and scrape away your mom’s favourite curtains.” Of course, he could not let you win this.

“Alright, Mr. Babysitter,” you surrendered.

“That’s my good girl. I need you to behave well for me now.” Jihoon blurted out without realizing what he had just said.

This habit had caused him trouble in the past. Luckily, this time, it was just you. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further.

“Woah! Is this the beginning of a porn movie? What should we name it? Babysitter takes care of his little girl home alone?” followed by your roar of laughter.

To you there was no greater joy than seeing his agitated and irritated face.

"You’ve got such a filthy brain, where do you learn these things from?” Jihoon admonished you playfully as a shade of pink now adorned his cheeks.

A movie watching date was soon planned.

The lead couple was just slowly falling in love, offering cheesy compliments to each other and making unrealistic promises.

Best friends falling in love was a crummy genre for sure.

“Ahh, why do they always romanticize it?" The boy spoke.

"Who on earth falls for their friend like this?" He spoke again.

"Aghh, this is just ridiculous. Y/N how about we better watch-” Jihoon had started his timely rants again.

You were so used to it by know. He ranted about everything from overcooked meat to missed buses. Sometimes you really pondered what he was made up of.

“Men named Park Jihoon do. They do fall”. You answered his unasked question.

His mouth hung open, as if you had stolen his lunch money.

The jaw dropped. You wished you could capture this face to tease him about it later.

Despite his refusal to acknowledge it, Jihoon had some feelings for you. Well, you certainly did. He was decently attractive nd coming to think of it, who else could you even date?

"Stop reading those romance novels of yours." He did not even finish his sentence, but you had another response ready, yet again.

“Hoon, admit it.”

Jihoon shook his head at that statement. “No way, I could kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything about you.”

His eyes met with yours next and you nodded, granting him the permission.

Jihoon leaped closer.

Tucking your hair to the back of your ear, lifting your chin to meet his face. His hands were shaking. His nervousness was unprecedented.

Pitying your poor friend, you took matters in your hands and smashed your lips onto his.

He immediately responded back. Holding you by the waist now. His and your lips moved in a perfect sync, as though they were meant to be.

This felt like euphoria to you. You held his muscular arms for a better grip. It seemed as if you had been hungry for this since forever.

After what seemed like a good few minutes, you pulled out.

Jihoon’s gaze changed.

He wanted more, and so did you. Quickly after catching your breath, your lips retuned to where they were need the most.

Men named Park Jihoon did, after all, fall for their best friend.

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claymoresword · 1 year

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The Queen And Her Knight | Chp: 6

Alicent Hightower x Knight Fem!Reader

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Wordcount: 2.8k

Pairing: Alicent x Reader

Warnings: mention of SA, fluff, angst, smut (?)

Note: as i added in the warning above there is mention of assault in this. ive added asterisks before the paragraph so u can skip it if u need to but again do not read it if its going to be triggering! take care of urselves pls

initially i had ideas to write actual smut for this chapter but leading up to it didn't really feel organic so i changed my mind

i do have plans for it in the future though pls dont get mad it will come have patience!

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The council meeting had ended hours ago but the day’s far from over.

You’ve been searching every inch of the castle for the crown Prince but to no avail.

Stepping inside Alicent’s chambers you spot Ser Criston next to her. It seems you had walked in on them mid conversation.

“Whatever you may feel for me, as your Queen.” You catch Alicent whisper to Criston.

Your eyebrows knitted together, what could they have been possibly speaking about that would warrant such a statement?

“I will not fail you.” Criston responds.

A beat passes and they still failed to acknowledge your presence.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

“You asked to see me, Your Grace?”

Alicent turns to look at you, moving to further her distance from the other Knight.

“Yes, Lady y/n.” You catch Alicent let out a relieved sigh and for a moment you wonder if she shared the same sentiment.

That early morning’s events had left you feeling repugnant. Criston always had trouble controlling his impulses but witnessing him kill an innocent man in cold blood was not something you could overlook. He was a man without honor and you did not respect it.

Seeing him in close proximity to the Queen now, you could not help but feel protective. Your hand reflexively resting on the hilt of your sword.

“That will be all Ser Criston, you may go.” Alicent says.

Criston doesn’t move. Instead, he shoots you a hard stare, a look you had no problem reciprocating. You gripped your sword tighter, prepared for the physical challenge if it presented itself.

He forfeits the staring contest to glance at the Queen once more before bowing his head at her. Finally walking out, leaving the two of you alone.

How a man at his age could behave with such pettiness was beyond you.

Alicent walks over to her door quickly shutting it. Making her way back she pulls you into a kiss. The sudden nature of it was followed by a familiar fluttering in your belly as the Queen’s lips moved against yours.

Smiling into the kiss, your hand found her face, holding it tenderly.

“I despise today.” Alicent says after ending the kiss.

Brushing your thumb against her cheek, you spoke.

“I’m afraid I must disappoint you further my Queen. I had no luck locating the Prince.”

“I checked in with Ser Erryk and he only mentioned the Prince might have gone into the city.”

“Erryk? Which one’s that?”

Alicent asks with some asperity and you have to suppress the urge to laugh.

“He’s the Prince’s sworn guard, Alicent.”

“Oh, that’s right– Erryk.” The Queen nods, walking away from you.

“Just as well, I have already sent Ser Criston to search for Aegon in the city. I only hope he will have better luck.”

You attempt to hide your disapproval at that but your face betrays you.

Alicent notices before you manage to school your expression.

“What is it?” The Queen questions as she takes a seat at her table.

“After this morning’s theatrics I can’t help but doubt his competence.” You answer after a beat.

Alicent furrows her eyebrows.

“Yes, Ser Criston has always been..” The Queen pauses as if trying to find the right words.

“Passionate.”

She finally says.

That left you feeling even more unsettled. Her answer provided no reassurance.

You stepped forward kneeling down in front of Alicent, your hands on the armrests of her chair.

“Should I be worried?”

Her eyes met yours, gaze softened with adoration. You watched as her eyes flitted to your lips before answering.

“He has never laid a hand on me, my love.” Alicent says.

You scan her face for a moment, trying to catch any trace of dishonesty. You knew how good she was at deceiving others when it came to her emotions but you had gotten even better at seeing through it.

“Okay.” You said once satisfied that she was telling you the truth.

“But I swear if he ever tries to hurt you he will not be returning to Dorne in one piec–”

Alicent cuts you off by planting a quick kiss on your lips. Earning a smile from you. Your heart feeling like it could burst for the amount of love you felt for your Queen.

Your fingers getting lost in her hair, you quickly pulled her in for a real kiss. You moved to deepen it right away, tongue grazing her bottom lip and Alicent's mouth opens wider in response. The Queen lets out a whimper against your lips as she pulls you closer by your collar, making it difficult for you to think clearly.

Your hands moved to grip her waist. Tilting your head, you left a trail of kisses starting from her jaw, and then her neck.

Alicent’s chest is heaving as you pulled down her dress slightly to place an open mouthed kiss against her collar bone. Moving further down, you planted another at the swell of her breast.

The Queen’s hand finds the back of your neck before moving to grip your hair, she tugs at it forcing you to lift your head.

“Wait–” She says in between pants.

Alicent’s darkened gaze further igniting your desire for her.

Placing her hands on your shoulders she shoves you lightly before sitting upright.

“You have many talents y/n and distracting me is evidently one of them.”

She states and a smirk forms on your lips.

“Well you flatter me, Your Grace.” You quipped, smirk growing into a broad smile.

Alicent rolls her eyes at you before looking away to hide her own grin. Your heart swells at the sight.

“Will you please escort me to the Tower Of The Hand? I have to speak to my father.” Alicent says before standing up, compelling you to do the same.

The air between the both of you still thick. You are admittedly having trouble shaking off the intense make out session that was just abruptly ended moments ago.

Alicent must have noticed as she tugs at the hem of your breeches causing your face to be inches away from hers again, she kisses you deeply.

“Let us have supper tonight? Once the matter with Aegon is settled.” She whispers against your lips.

“I would love to.”

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Walking through Maegor’s Holdfast, you had intentions to visit Prince Aegon as you had not seen him since before he disappeared.

You had the desire to make sure he was prepared for his coronation tomorrow and perhaps talk him out of any plots he might have of escaping again.

Walking past a group of handmaidens you gave them a warm smile before bowing at them politely. Soon you spotted the Lord Hand in the distance speaking to somebody just out of your range of vision, they were hidden behind a pillar.

It wasn’t unusual for you come across Otto of course but his hushed tone is what made you feel inclined to stop and eavesdrop.

“I noticed you have spent many hours with the Queen as of late, Lord Larys.”

“There is no reason those hours could not in the end benefit you.”

Hearing the tail end of that conversation was enough to make you physically recoil.

What in the seven hells was he implying?

You weren’t allowed much time to ruminate as the Hand quickly spots you.

Resuming your walk to Aegon’s chambers you pretended to have not overheard their talk.

Larys throwing you a smile as he passes you, his attempt at gallantry merely causes the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“My Lord Hand.”

You bowed your head in respect to quickly acknowledge Otto but he stops you in your tracks again by harshly grabbing your arm.

You had no choice but to listen to what he had to say.

“The Prince needs his rest my Lady, he will not welcome any vistors.”

Otto states and you feel anger creeping up on you quickly. Forcing your lips into a cold smile before responding to him.

“Did the Prince himself, say that my Lord? Or are you merely speaking for him?”

Otto doesn’t respond instead he stares at you in a way that suggested his word was final.

The day has been challenging enough and you did not wish to add to the burden.

Bowing your head again you turn around to take your leave. You settled at the prospect of visiting Aegon early on the morrow.

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Alicent sighed as she shut the door to her chambers. Immediately dragging her feet to the flagon of wine, pouring herself a cup.

Truth be told she was more than ready to get into bed and fall into a slumber, but the supper with you was one thing she had been looking forward to since you left her side.

She hears the door open and is glad to be greeted by your presence but an unwanted voice calls out to her instead.

“Your Grace.”

“The hour is late, Lord Larys.” Alicent doesn’t attempt to mask her exasperation.

“I only desired to share a conversation I had with the Lord Hand early today, Your Grace.”

“As you were the topic of said conversation I feel it would not be fair to keep it from you.”

Alicent’s swallows the lump in her throat.

Lord Larys’ presence may often be a discomfort to her but as far as she knows he had always told her the truth.

“Go on my Lord, what did my father have to say?”

Alicent doesn’t bother facing him, instead she lifts the cup to her lips, taking a large swig of wine.

“There was a mention of your shortage of allies as of late, Your Grace.” Larys starts.

“I simply put myself forward as a remedy to that.”

Alicent felt sick.

Larys was speaking in riddles but she understood him well enough.

“As of tomorrow the realm will be officially divided, you will need as many on your side as possible.”

“As Lord of Harrenhal I can assist in ensuring that you will always have somebody by your side.”

Larys steps closer and any effort Alicent has made to move away did not work.

She felt paralysed.

“You must get so lonely.” He reaches out brushing a strand of hair out of Alicent’s face.

She could not move but she mustered just enough to speak.

“You cross a line Lord Strong. How dare you lay a hand on your Queen.”

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You made your way over to Alicent’s chambers later than usual as you had spent some of the day with Prince Aemond. You could always count on him to make you to lose track of time.

Nearing the Queen’s room you had noticed her door had been left slightly ajar but Ser Criston was nowhere to be seen. Either he left his post to find a chamber pot or he is in the room with her, again.

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside. The sight you are met with makes your blood run cold.

Larys had Alicent pinned on the ground, you watched as she squirmed underneath him trying to fight her way out of his hold.

You unsheathed your sword storming up to him. You roughly grabbed the back of his shirt, successfully pulling him off her with one harsh tug.

He falls backwards onto the ground, a look on his face that only made you grow hot with fury. He had the audacity to look shocked at your interference.

“Have you lost your mind?!” You shouted.

Larys attempted to sit up but you pressed the tip of your sword directly into his neck, drawing blood.

He winces at the pain and it only urged you to push further.

“Have you any last words before I remove your head? You miserable fuck.” You were trembling with anger.

“Wait y/n. You can’t– don’t kill him.”

Alicent says in between sobs, her voice barely audible.

You glanced at the Queen not making any moves to remove your sword. Still intent on taking the man’s life that assaulted her.

Alicent knew you too well to mince words with you in this moment.

“Spare him. I command it.”

You removed the steel from his neck, sheathing your sword at once.

As much as you hated it Alicent was right, the Lord of Harrenhal murdered in the Queen’s chambers the night before Aegon’s coronation would look very bad.

“What do you suppose I do with him instead, Your Grace?”

Alicent opens her mouth to answer but she is interrupted by Ser Criston walking in, rushing over to the scene.

Making eye contact with him, your fist moved quicker than your mind could comprehend.

You punched him in the face.

Criston stumbles back holding his face in shock.

“Why did you let him in?” You asked through gritted teeth, your hand gripping the collar of his shirt.

“I-” He stutters, failing to answer and you roll your eyes.

Hand still gripping his shirt you pulled him closer to speak directly into his ear.

“Lord Larys had just tried to assault the Queen. You make sure he rots in a cell until the end of his days.”

Criston nods, harshly grabbing Larys to force him on his feet practically dragging him out of the Queen’s chambers.

Somewhere during your confrontation with Criston, Alicent had began sobbing again. Now that the two of you were alone she still has not stopped.

You knelt down, hand instinctively on Alicent’s back you were weary of touching her too much. Unsure if she even wanted you to.

“I’m so sorry Alicent.” You say and she immediately turns to pull you into a hug.

For several minutes you held the Queen in your arms as she sobbed in your chest.

After her crying subsided Alicent remained resting her head against your shoulder with your arms around her. The Queen makes no effort to move to her bed so you decide to help her.

“Come my love let’s get you to bed.”

Alicent doesn’t respond for a moment but eventually she nods before standing up. You swiftly lifted her in your arms before she could walk, the Queen lets out yelp in surprise.

Carrying her to bed bridal style, adorably you caught a faint blush forming on Alicent’s cheeks but decide not to comment on it.

Setting Alicent down in her bed gently you carefully draped the covers over her.

“Do you want me to stay?”

The answer was obvious by the way Alicent was gripping your arm but you felt it important to ask before climbing into bed with her after the night she’s had.

“Please.” Alicent nods, pulling you closer she shuffles to the other side allowing you space to lay in her bed.

Putting out the candle on your side of the bed you reached over to do the same to her side but Alicent surprises you by crashing her lips against yours.

Expecting it to be a quick kiss, you reciprocated. You attempted to pull away but Alicent stills your movement by placing a hand on the back of your neck.

“Please just keep kissing me. I want to feel you.” Alicent’s breath against your lips.

You leaned in, kissing her properly this time. Your hand that remained firmly against her jaw she quickly guided to her waist.

You kiss her deeply, still cautious but tender. Alicent moves her hand underneath your shirt running her palm across your bare stomach. No doubt she can feel your goose bumps forming at her touch.

Disconnecting the kiss to speak, you leaned back to look at her.

“My love, are you sure?”

Alicent nods, her other hand moving to the back of your neck once again. Pulling you close.

“I need to feel you.” She repeats.

Alicent need not ask again, you understood what she was saying.

Moving fully under the covers, you settled your hips in between Alicent’s legs as you placed feather light kisses on her cheek down to her neck, chest and everywhere else she allowed.

Erasing any trace of Larys there may be left on her skin.

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“I want to make you Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.”

Alicent blurts out into a silent dark room and you let out a huff in amusement.

“Alicent, you must try and sleep.”

You moved your hand along her back soothingly, you’d truthfully been drifting off yourself before she spoken.

“I’m being serious.” She says firmly.

“As am I. You are going to be exhausted come the morrow.” You matched her tone.

“You do not accept?” Alicent lifts her head to look at you.

“Your Grace, I am hardly competent enough to lead.”

“You would make a better leader than Ser Criston.” Alicent remarks, her hand moving to rest on your chest.

“That much we know for certain.” You mutter.

“Will you sleep on it? Give me an answer on the morrow.”

You nod, arguing with your Queen no further.

Alicent seemed content at that, moving closer she lifts your arm to drape it around herself. Head resting against your shoulder as she finally drifted off to sleep.

#alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #aemond targaryen #rhaenicent #aegon ii targaryen #criston cole x reader

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watsittoyah · 6 months

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Before The Snow, Came The Flame…

Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader

Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…

Previously

Chapter 01 A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)

(Rated M)

(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex male receiving, fingering. )

Evangeline-

Snow is dangerous to the living. Everyone allows their youths to play in it, but I know better. If you have too much of it, it throws off the balance of nature. If you’re not careful it can burry you alive and muffle your screams. Snow…is a threat to the living.

Coriolanus hasn’t come to visit me in the past three days and oddly, that bothers me. It’s almost as if I’m having withdrawals from him.

And I don’t like that at all.

“Good news Evangeline.” I hear Bugs’ voice as I lay there staring at the ceiling, contemplating on why I’m becoming codependent on Coriolanus’ presence. “I’ll be going home today?” I ask sitting up on my elbows.

I hear him fiddling with the lock and I raise a brow when I see him unlock my cell door and let it swing open. I stare at him for a moment and he stares back, but in an awkward manner.

“You don’t have to stay in the cells anymore. You have to be under surveillance for a little longer-”

“Then what’s the point in leaving the cells if I’m going to be watched? It’s like you’re letting a dog out of its cage but putting a leash on it.” I ask not even bothering to hide my disappointment.

“Coryo had managed to pull some strings to get you out of this cell. He told the Mayer of this district that it was inhumane to keep you in here.”

My skin prickles hearing that information. “Where is Coriolanus? I feel like he would want to be the one to tell me about this.” I ask slowly moving off of the cot. “He is on assignment. But he told me specifically to come and get you. If not me it would’ve been Duke and well we know how much bad blood there is between you two.”

I walk over to him look into his muddy brown eyes. Bugs wasn’t threatening in the slightest. In fact it was quite laughable to see him as a Peace Maker. He was thin, like a stick bug and I can bet all the lint in my pocket that I could break his nose with a simple palm tap.

But I’m going to behave. And when it’s dark and the district is fast asleep I will leave and never come back.

I was going to tell him thank you but he moves behind me and he cuffs my hands behind my back. “Sorry, there’s one more stop we need to go to before I let you lose.” He says in a sympathetic tone.

Of course there’s a catch, there seems to always be something with these people.

I was tempted to ask if this last stop was on the terms of the Mayer or Coriolanus? But that question became stuck on the roof of my mouth like thick peanut butter.

I keep my mouth shut and follow him out of the building. The sun feels good against my brown skin. Hell if I could drink the sun I’d get drunk off of it. My bliss was interrupted as I hear the whispers of the townspeople but I keep my head down.

“Devil child.”

“I hear she’s a wife of satan.”

“Poor thing.”

I feel my jaw clench hearing the comments but I keep my head down. “Watch your step.” Bugs says as he leads me inside of an infirmary.

Inside I see an odd woman with dirty blonde hair. “Ah, just the child I wanted to see.” She says as she peers at me above her glasses. “I’m not a child.” I fire at her.

No, no, no, don’t let them see the fire in you, Evangeline.

She claps her hands in glee and shoos Bugs away after he takes my cuffs off. “Come come, we have much to do.” She ushers me into a room and she tells me to sit down on the bed.

Once I’m sat, the woman introduces herself to me. “My name is Augusta Bleep. I am the closest thing to a medical doctor in district 12 and before you ask about my credentials, look around this room dear. I have my paperwork in order.”

This woman makes me want to drive a pen in my ear canal so I don’t have to listen to her. “It’s nice to meet you.” I lie as she gathers her things. “You don’t have to lie to me dear, I’m not the most liked person here in the district other than yourself. Children hate when they have to come see me and the adults avoid me at all cost. But that is medicine for you. Now, since you shall be staying a bit longer, I have been told to give you a check up and make sure you’re in good health.”

I nod and she soon begins. “Alright I’m going to check your heart beat.” She takes out her stethoscope and tells me to sit still.

The ice cold instrument touches my hot skin and I flinch hard. “Oh, I do apologize for that. I should’ve warmed it up for you.” I hold back the many curse words I wanted to spit at her. I just bite my tongue and let her continue…

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When she was finally finished, I was left feeling like she had violated me. No wonder everyone hates this woman.

I had put my clothing back on while she was scribbling down something in her notepad. “Miss Flame, you have a clean bill of health. I do hope you’ll stop by in the near future.”

I give her a nod. “I wouldn’t count on that.” I admit to her. She simply smiles at my honesty and tells me that I could leave.

When I made it outside, I see Bugs talking to Coriolanus. When his light blue eyes met my face, my heart started to ache.

I should run back inside and talk to Doc Bleep, because clearly I am having a heart attack of some sort. Why else would my heart feel like this?

“I’ll take it from here, Bugs.” Coriolanus tells him as he steps up to me. “Follow me. I will be bringing you over to your new residence.” He tells me as he turns on his heel. I simply obey and give Bugs a gentle smile as I pass him.

As we walk further and further to the edge of town, I notice how Coriolanus was silent. I’d figure he’d be elated to see me, or at least have some conversation. But instead I’m met with silence.

When we finally make it to a shack like house, he had stopped abruptly. “I’ll see about getting you better living conditions. But this is just about all that can be done for you Evangeline.” Coriolanus says as he opens the door for me.

I step inside and I was greeted by a warm fire. I gravitate towards the dancing flames and I kneel in front of it.

I then take in my surroundings. The shack wasn’t glamorous, if anything it was only slightly livable. I think the cell was a better fit for me, but this was fine. I’d be gone by tonight anyways.

I hear him close the door behind us and when I turned I was greeted by a red rose. Coriolanus had held it out to me and I stood up, staring at his gift.

“Forgive me for not coming to see you for the past few days, as a Peace Keeper, the work is quite demanding of my free time. But I’m all yours for the rest of the day.” He says waiting for me to accept the rose.

I take it out of generosity but wince when I feel something prick me. “Ouch!” I drop the rose and was about to bring my pricked finger to my lips. But he had grabbed my wrist and plunged the digit in his mouth.

As he sucked, I felt a shiver because it reminded me of what he did to me in the mess room. As much as I wanted to draw my hand back from him, my body stood frozen. My inner thighs throbbed.

Hell my slit started to drip thinking of his tongue assaulting it once more.

When he finally popped my finger out of his mouth he looked a bit pleased. “Forgive me again my little rose. I thought I had cut all the thorns off. I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.”

“It’s..fine. It was just a simple mistake.” I go to bend down to grab the rose but he was quicker and he tossed it into the fire.

He doesn’t say anything else. Only stepped closer to me. “A rose with thorns…pity it went to waste. But enough about that, how about I take you out tonight? To celebrate your freedom.”

I hide my spike of anger. “Freedom?” I ask keeping my voice calm. “Yes, I know this isn’t your home. But it can be something. I can be your home.” He says as he brings his warm hands to my face. “Why are you being kind to me, Coriolanus? I’m not District, I’m not Capital. I’m a stranger. And hardly anyone here likes me. Why?”

He cocks his head at me. “Because you’re special. Like the golden rose I told you about. And you did say yes to me.”

Hearing him say that last sentence made me feel cold all over even though I was still by the fire. “I bet you say that to all the girls here.” I say staring up into his eyes.

His hand twitches against my face. “No just you. Only you. Because you’re special Evangeline. Would it be okay if I spend the night with you?” I move his hands off of me and take a step back.

“Thank you for pulling the strings for getting me…this.” I spread my arms wide and turn my back to him. Staring deeply into the fire. Watching as the flames lick up the blackened fire place.

He can’t stay, he can’t spend the night because then I have to stay one more night.

I feel his arms wrap around me and my body tenses. “You’re welcome…” I feel his nose brush against the back of my neck and I hear him inhale. “Can I stay the night, Evangeline?” He asks again. “Wont you get in trouble for being away from the bunks?” I ask him. “I’ll have people looking out for me. Besides, my little rose needs some extra attention since I’ve been away.”

I hold the groan in because he’s going to ruin my plans. I turn in his arms and bring my arms up so my hands can rest on his broad shoulders. “I guess I can let you stay the night. To show my gratitude.” He holds my chin between his thumb and index finger and studies my face.

“You wouldn’t leave in the dead of night would you?” He asks as if he’s reading my thoughts. I don’t let any emotion show on my face. “No, of course not. I miss my family but I’m sure they think I’m dead. Wouldn’t they have came for me by now?” He nods at my question as if reassuring himself. “You know, from this angle…you have little golden flecks in your eyes.” He murmured.

I swallow hard because this is exhausting, trying to keep masking my eyes. So I close them and move my face close to his. I then bury my head in his chest and move my arms so that it looks like I’m hugging him.

“If you’re going to spend the night, then please let me prepare dinner for you. As a thank you.”

Maybe if he leaves, I can just slip away.

I think to myself as my eyes cool off. “Don’t worry about dinner, we can go to the hub tonight and get some food there. And don’t worry about anyone bothering you. I’ll be there.” Coriolanus says as he rests his chin on my head.

I let this go because if I let my emotions get the best of me…I’ll surely burn this place down to the ground.

Coriolanus-

She’s pulling away from me like a mouse trying to run from her capture. I know she wants to run but I won’t let that happen.

It was night time and I was ushering Evangeline into the hub. I felt all eyes on her as she entered. If she felt uncomfortable, she didn’t let it show. In fact she owned the attention.

A woman with that kind of confidence was surly a woman I would want to have by my side. She would be a wonderful addition to the Snow family.

I watch as she takes in her surroundings. “Coryo. Evangeline.” Bugs greets as him and Duke both walks to us. Duke was drinking something, probably white liquor, and glaring at Evangeline.

I step in front of her and make sure I make eye contact with him as I speak. “Hello gentlemen. I hope you don’t mind me brining Evangeline along. I figured I could show her around seeing that she’s not seen as a threat.” I make sure that I put the emphasis on the word threat when I speak and Duke just grunts.

“Fine by me, but make sure you keep your little monster on a leash tonight. Wouldn’t want any fires to start out of nowhere.” He spits past me.

I can feel an odd heat from Evangeline. When I look at her she kept her head held high. “I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. Though I’m sure a mutt such as yourself should be the one on a leash.” She says with a straight face.

Bugs snickers at her comment and I can’t help but feel a smile crawl across my lips. My little rose is letting her thorns cut deep tonight. I like it.

Duke just walks away, looking red in the face. “I’ll go talk to him. We’re going to be sitting in the front row for the entertainment if you two are interested in being close by.” Bugs excuses himself then and runs after Duke. I turn to her and lean down to whisper.

“You know Duke is definitely going to find a way to get you back for that comment.” She shrugs. “I’d like to see him try.” For a split second I swear I see one of her eyes turn to a dark amber color. But she blinks and they’re both brown.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I offer. “I’ll have some white liquor no ice.” I nod and as I start to walk away I see two men looking at Evangeline. They were whispering and smirking.

I turn back to her then. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Before she could comment I lean down and I kiss her temple, showing them that she’s mine.

As I stand by the bar to get our drinks I see Evangeline talking with Sinder. She was smiling at her and touching her swollen belly.

Why hasn’t she smiled like that with me? I’ve given her a taste of freedom, shouldn’t she be happy that she’s with me and not in that cell?

“Here you go Coryo.” The bartender says handing me two drinks. I accept them and as I make my way to her, I feel this burn in my chest.

I want her to hunger for me, I want her to ache for me just as I did when I was away from her.

All those nights that I was away from her made me feel unhinged. I know I am slowly going mad, but what’s a little madness if I can’t enjoy my little rose.

She had her hand on her neck as she spoke to Sinder, and that’s when I’m reminded of when I had my hand around her throat. To control her breathing, to have her attention on me. It was euphoric.

I feel my cock twitch as I see her lips slide across her bottom lip. And her eyes glance my way.

Get control over yourself Coriolanus. You’re not a boy who gets excited to see flesh.

I tell myself as I hand her the glass. “Thank you.” She tells me as our hands brush. Her touch was hot to the touch.

Hmm?

“Sinder, it’s so nice to see you. Though I don’t think the hub is a place for a woman in your condition.” I say as she avoids eye contact with me.

“Well you know me, I’m just here to support my husbands band. Oh there goes Annabelle. Evangeline I’ll be seeing you.” She rushes away from us and I wonder something.

“What were you and Sinder Cobble talking about?” I ask as I watch her take her drink in one gulp. She doesn’t even flinch. “Just having some girl chat and talking about her baby. Nothing too interesting.”

“It seemed quite interesting from where I was standing.” I challenge as I gulp my drink. She places her glass on a table and she turns to me, smiling devilishly.

“Coriolanus, darling you sound jealous of Sinder Cobble.”

“Only jealous that you don’t laugh with me like that.” I admit to her. She leans in close as well as I. “She may make me laugh but you’re the one who makes me make those sweet noises.” She whispers against my ear, causing my cock to twitch again.

I clench my jaw and I go to reach for her throat but she was pulled away from me. I feel instant anger when I see Bugs had pulled her away for a dance.

She looked surprised in the action but she throws her head back and laughs.

No, no, no. Don’t laugh like that with another man while you’re in front of me!

You’re mine Evangeline, don’t you understand that you’re my most precious possession?

I put my glass down angrily, ready to snatch her away from him but Davina Court slinks her arms around me. “Well hello there stranger.” She says looking up at me lovingly.

“Not now Davina.” I go to move her hands off of me but she grips me tighter and pouts. “Don’t be like that, baby. Why don’t you come around and see me at the shop anymore?”

“Because I have no reason to go there.” I tell her bluntly. Her grip on me loosens. “Did I do something wrong?” I ignore her question and move away from her.

But she doesn’t let up. She grabs a hold of my jacket. “Please, don’t do this. I thought what we had was special.” I ignore her and look back at Evangeline and I see she’s getting lost in the crowd of dancing bodies.

I turn back to Davina sharply making her flinch. “Let go or I will give you a reason you’ll never want to see me walking around this district.” I tell her coldly. She releases the hold of my jacket and I take off in the direction I had seen Evangeline last. When I get close, I see she’s gone and I feel my blood boiling.

Where are you little rose? You couldn’t have gotten away that easily.

I look around and my eyes land on Bugs. He was talking to Sejanus and Clifton. I had to keep my temper down, because if I didn’t I would’ve grabbed Bugs from his seat and bashed his skull into the dance floor.

“Bugs, do you know where Evangeline wandered off to?” I ask him as I take a few calm breathes. “Careful there, Coryo. If you keep hanging around that’s girl, people are going to think you’re her guard dog.” Clifton jokes.

I give him an icy glare which makes the laugh in his throat stop. “Uh, she said she needed some air. So she might be outsi-“ I turn on my heel not caring to let Bugs finish his sentence.

Evangeline oh my sweet little rose. I’m going to teach you that if you ever laugh like that with another man and leave my sight without my permission, there will be consequences that you’ll have to face….

“I guess I have to pluck a few pedals off of my flower…”

Evangeline-

Bugs is funny, and he’s warm hearted. The way he made me feel happy and included on the dance floor gave me a bit of happiness.

He also reminds me of Jonathan. Which makes me wonder what he’s doing. Maybe he’s bickering with Nana-Bee about his eye color change. Or maybe he’s out there…looking for me?

I look up at the red moon and I feel a tear fall. Snow is coming and I can feel it in the air. I need warmth, I need my family. I need my freedom. I sniffle back a tear as I hear the back door to the hub open.

I feel a presence behind me and when I turn I see Coriolanus. He was giving off a strange chill.

Be cautious, Evangeline.

My instincts tell me.

“Why are you out here?” He asks in a husky tone. “I just needed some fresh air. You know it’s a red moon tonight. Which means it’s the start of the winter solstice.” I tell him as I turn away from him. I assume he nods because I don’t hear a response.

He seems to creep closer to me, like a snake would do to its prey. “That’s nice to know. So what did Bugs and you talk about?” I keep the annoyance out of my tone. “He just told me a silly little joke. That’s all.” I say with a shrug.

“Seemed like he had told you something quite funny. So tell me, what was the joke?” The frost coming from him gave me the chills. “Why don’t you go ask him. I’m sure he can tell you the joke better than I can.” I hiss in response.

“No, I want to you to tell the best way you can, Evangeline.” He says as he moves in front of me. I avoid his narrowed eyes and I look past him. We are like that for only a pregnant pause.

He then moves so that I’m staring into his eyes. The darkness in his pupils would make any mere mortal back down. But I am not a mere mortal and I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. I feel a flicker in my eyes and I hate that I have to look away because he will think he’s won.

“Fine, don’t tell me. In fact don’t even utter a fucking word.” He grabs a hold of my wrist and snatches me up. “Ouch! You’re hurting me! Coriolanus! You’re hurting m-” He grabs my throat quickly and pins me up against the wall of the hub.

“You…don’t speak.” He says through clenched teeth. “I think it is safe to say that I think you are a fascinating creature. I confess that when you aren’t in my presence I get a bit…possessive. But can you blame me? I want to keep you in my sight at all times just like a beautiful garden. You haunt my thoughts like a sickness and I don’t want a cure. I want your poison to set a fire in a veins and have me wither in agony. But I want you to feel the same. I want to be the only person you look for when you awaken. I want to be the only person you dream about when you fall asleep. I want my scent to make your pretty little pussy clench. I want you to need me like your lungs need air.”

He says that as he squeezes my throat a bit tighter. “Corio-” He interrupts me with a kiss. They way his lips pressed against mine made all the air leave my body. I know I should push this lunatic off of me but as his hand releases my throat, he pinned my wrists above my head.

I feel his erection against my belly button and I can’t help but let a moan escape my lips. He sucks my lip and I feel my knees shake. When he lets go he looks down at me and I want nothing more than to please him.

I go to open my mouth but he raises a brow, letting me know that if I speak, I will get something I don’t want. So I close my lips. “I want to give you so much but you made me upset tonight. But I’ll make sure you never want to leave my sight again. Or laugh with other men.”

With a quick move, Coriolanus keeps my hands pinned above my head with one hand while he takes the other and moves it under my skirt.

When he finds my wet covered clit, I let out a gasp. I lean against the wall so that my legs were supported and didn’t give out as he lets his skillful fingers roam my pussy.

He leans down and lets his tongue lick my throat. I feel his sharp teeth bite and pull at my skin. I feel the pain but also the pleasure as he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me. When he finds my g-spot I let my head fall back and close my eyes.

I suddenly feel a sharp yank to my locs and I groan as I feel his fingers leave me. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see the want and hunger in them.” He says with his teeth close to my ear. When he sees I’m obedient, he continues. I feel my pussy starting to clench and I let out a breathy moan.

“You want to come don’t you? You want to spill those juices down these pretty thighs?” He asks as he goes painstakingly slow. I mouth yes and I feel my orgasm about to come but he stops. “I don’t think so.” He slides out of me and I go to speak but he pins my entire body against the wall.

“You don’t deserve to. But I’ll be merciful this one time. If you feel as if you deserve to come then show me…with this devilish mouth of yours, Evangeline.” He smirks and I hear him loosening his pants.

He lets my hands go and on instinct I drop to my knees. As he pulls his cock out I see how slick the tip is in the moonlight. I lean forward to touch him but he leans back. “No hands. I just want you to earn that orgasm with your mouth, little rose.” He says to me.

I place my hands on my lap and I open my mouth. He looks down at me as if I’m ready to worship him and he slides his thumb in my mouth. I watch him shiver as I suck.

“You’ll earn that orgasm I’m sure of it.” He pops his thumb out of my mouth and he lets the head of his cock brush against my lips, as if to say open.

I open my mouth and I lick up the dribbles of pre. I watch as his eyes roll back slightly as I slide him past my lips. “Fuck…” He moans as he places his hands on the back of my head.

As the pleasure plays across his face, I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my clit rub against my soaked panties. “Such a good mouth you have little rose. I can’t wait to see how good your entire body feels.” Coriolanus groans as he guides my head further down.

I feel a choke coming but he doesn’t stop. “No, no, no. I know you can take it. Be my good little rose and take it down your throat.” He presses my head against the wall and I feel his pelvis meet my nose. When he slides out of my mouth I take in a deep breath and I cough.

“See that wasn’t so bad. I knew you could take it. Do you want to continue?” He asks as he stroke his thumb over my bottom lip. The hunger I see in his pale blue eyes made me groan. “Yes.” I say in a hoarse whisper. He smiles which doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He slides his cock back in my mouth and I feel my gag reflex tickle as he thrusts in and out of my lips. I know he said no hands but I press my palms against his bucking hips. Hearing him moan out in pleasure made me rock my hips faster.

God I wanted this man to make me come. I wanted him to come. I didn’t even care if we got caught. I just wanted both of our pleasure to be released.

Coriolanus moved my hands off of his hips and held them in the air as he began to fuck my face against the wall. My eyes started to roll back as I felt my orgasm building with his. “That’s it, take my cock down this pretty throat of yours. I want you to be drunk from my cock.” He moans as I feel his balls twitch against my chin.

He stills and keeps his pelvis press against my lips as I feel the ropes of come shoot down my throat. I swallow as much as I could but feel it mix with my drool as he slides his still hard cock out of my mouth.

“You are beautiful.” He says as he lifts me up off of my knees and kisses me. The way his tongue danced with mine, made me dizzy and lustful. I moved my tongue with his as I feel him lift my leg onto his hip.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so deep, that I’ll leave an imprint.” He says as he lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to the side. “Please, please, please.” I beg him as I lift my hips and move in his direction. I feel the tip about to slide inside but a loud-

BOOM!

-Interrupts us. We hear people screaming and running out of the hub. Coriolanus quickly fixes himself as well as myself and he takes a hold of my hand.

As we run, he spots Clifton. “What’s going on?” Coriolanus asks. “Someone set off a bomb! I think it’s rebels! We need to get out of here!” Clifton yells. I notice blood coming out of his ear as he takes off. “Evangeline, go home and lock your doors. I’ll come by later.”

“But what about you?” I yell, trying to be heard over the screaming. “I’ll be okay! Just go!” He pushes me ahead and I run with the crowd. I glance back at the hub and see it was set ablaze. The fire looked chaotic and beautiful, with the colors and dancing flames.

When I look forward I had ran into something heavy and thick. “Wheresyouthinkyouregoing?” I smell rancid breathe and I almost gag.

Duke was in front of me and I see he’s swaying a bit.

As I try to back up, I get grabbed and yanked hard by the hair. “Let me go! LET ME G-” I feel a hard hit to my stomach and I throw up anything I had consumed.

“I bet you started this. But you know what, this is perfect.” He drags me off and as I try to fight him off, he tightens his hold on me.

“I saw what you did to Coriolanus. I bet you’d open your legs to anyone.” He spat at me. “I wouldn’t fuck a disgusting pig like you!”

He throws me to the ground away from the crowd and as I go to get up he sends a heavy boot to my face, which causes blood to pool in my mouth.

“See I told Coriolanus to keep a leash on you. But you know little monster like you just seem to always get loose. I should shoot him in the head for fucking a disgusting creature. And who are you calling a pig? When you’re the filthy little slut sucking off Peace Keepers. But you know what? Since I can’t have my ticket to heaven, then I’m going to get something else out of you.”

I kick hard into his crotch as he kneels near me. He falls over in pain. “Oof!”

I scramble up to run but I feel him grab my ankle and he yanks. He manages to get on top of me and pins me down. “I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to beat you until not even the dogs will want to play with you.” He says as he uses all of his weight on me.

No, I won’t let this happen. I refuse for this to happen.

I feel him pin my legs apart and he rips my skirt down, exposing myself to him. I hear him go for his pants and I look around. I find a decent sized rock but it was just out of my reach from where I can see.

I use my quick thinking and I gather the blood in my mouth and spit directly in his eyes. When it makes contact, his flesh begins to cook. He screams bloody murder and I scramble away from him.

I grab the rock as he gets a hold of my blouse and I crack him across the face causing him to let me go.

I see a cut on his forehead which fuels the fire in me. “Shame I can’t drag this out.” I mutter as I raise the rock and hit him again. This time he falls down and I crawl on top of him.

He screams as he waves his hands wildly. I pin his arms down with my knees and I hold his mouth open.

“See you in hell.” I say as I spit more blood and drool into his mouth. The second it hits his tongue a fire ignites. His face gets licked up in flames and he screams wildly. But instead of allowing him to draw attention. I raise the rock up high and I send it down, cracking his face in.

Crack!

I see his left eye pop loose.

Crack!

His front teeth goes flying.

Crack!

His forehead caves in.

CRACK!

His body goes still.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Once I know he will no longer be a threat to me, I drop the rock and I get up. Duke’s head was now a splattered mess on the ground as well as a small inferno.

I stand back and watch as my fire slowly consumes his body. A smile spreads across my face as I watch his body char. His flesh cooks and I hope something comes to eat the rest of him. That is, if there’s anything left when my flame dies down.

“This is an interesting discovery.” I stiffen hearing a familiar voice behind me.

As I command my body to move, I turn around to see Coriolanus staring at me with no expression on his face.

Did he see what Duke was going to do to me? Or did he only see that I had set Duke’s body on fire?

I then remember my eyes and I shut them, trying to calm the fire inside of me. “What discovery Coriolanus?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.

I feel him in front of me and when I dare to open my eyes he was just staring at me, with his hand reaching out to touch my hair. He captured my white loc in his fingers and twirls it with interest in his eyes.

“That my little rose has more than just thorns…”

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hughjidiot · 6 months

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Total Drama Island Reboot Season Two: Episodes 2, 3 and 4

Okay wow, was not expecting three new episodes at once. Again I am baffled by both the local and international release schedules. But I'm continuing to watch and enjoy this reboot, here are my rough impressions of all the characters in all three episodes. Spoilers below the cut, obviously.

Chase is out second. Pretty obvious boot with how he behaved in the challenge, but that's just how TDI is sometimes. Glad he went early if I'm being honest since his whole subplot with Emma had run its course and there wasn't much more to get out of Chase. Speaking of which though...

Emma was out fourth, which kind of surprised me. I thought she might get an arc of finally forgetting about Chase and moving on, but then she goes and gets eliminated. Maybe they're saving an Emma arc for if gen 4 gets a third season? Who knows. A little disappointing but not a huge loss.

And between them, Millie is out third. Not surprising if I'm being honest; Millie had a chance to train up to be a stronger player with Priya's help, but neglected to actually study for it. And then in episode 2 when she tries to think creatively to help her team win, her lack of social skills is what did her in when she failed to consider how pissed her team would be for tricking Damien down the most dangerous slide. Her elimination feels like a natural consequence of her own actions and shortcomings instead of the contrived coincidences that Total Drama was guilty of many times in past seasons.

Then there's Damien himself. So far he still hasn't done a whole lot, but he's definitely shown to have become more self-confident with the way he called out Millie and how he was willing to brave that rickety bridge in episode 3. Time will tell if he makes it far.

Zee continues to be hilarious. Not really having much of an impact in terms of plotlines with other characters, but he always gets a laugh out of me. "Not thinking is my specialty!"

Gotta say, I thought Priya would have at least shown a little more of a reaction to her bestie being voted off. Still her plotline with Caleb is interesting. I can picture this leading to drama down the road where she realizes Caleb has just been trying to build an alliance rather than flirt with her. Or who knows, maybe Caleb will develop genuine feelings for her and it becomes a ship. Could go either way.

Speaking of Caleb, he represents the biggest difference between the writing of the reboot and previous seasons. Not once does the show portray him as antagonistic in trying to manipulate Priya into an alliance; he's just trying to form a strong partnership to make it farther in the game. Helps immensely that Caleb isn't actively cruel like Heather and Alejandro; he's genuinely chill despite his determination. Him literally carrying most of his team in episode 3 was awesome, not gonna lie.

Nichelle continues to dominate and be awesome in challenges. However I can't help but notice she's not really trying to get close to anyone, like Caleb is with Priya for example. I have a feeling that could come back to bite her if people vote her off for being a potential threat ala Caleb in season one.

I'm loving Axel so far. She's much better about being a team player but also hasn't lost her edge. I also like how we're getting depth to her, like her love of poetry. And then there's her romance with Ripper which I did not see coming. More on that later.

Holy shit, I was hoping for more of the MK/Julia alliance, but I wasn't expecting this much! I'm loving MK's unorthodox strategy of disguising as an intern to get inside information, it's very unique.

Oh and MKulia might become a thing. "Oh stop it, you'll make me blush!" "If MK's brain drove a cool car, I would totally date it." Watching these episodes I was like Wait are they gonna go there? Oh my god they might actually go there! And if they do, I am here for it!

Wayne and Raj continue to be very wholesome and hilarious! I love the dynamic they bring to Team Skunk Butt, wanting to play fair while Julia and MK cheat. And stuck in the middle...

is Bowie. I'm loving the drama of his character arc: he's still willing to pull the same underhanded tactics he used in season one and is all in on MK's strategy, but now has Wayne and especially Raj are acting as his morality pets. Some are predicting this could lead to a Rajbow break up, but I honestly don't think they'd do that. What I think will happen is Team Skunk Butt loses a challenge despite MKulia cheating again with Bowie's knowledge, Bowie feels terrible, and to make it up he offers to eliminate himself if one of the Hocky Bros is about to be voted off.

Last but not least, Ripper. Gonna be honest, he was my least favorite of gen 4 in season one; I didn't care for his focus on gross-out humor and he survived eliminations over characters I liked more. I didn't expect much from him going into season two so I was blindsided here. Not only is his gross out humor significantly toned down (but still present) but he proved to be quite endearing with his insecurity over his crush on Axel. I was especially stunned in episode four when he actually tried to connect with Axel's interest in poetry and actually wrote a poem for her, something I could never see season 1 Ripper doing. And Axel reciprocating with a kiss despite not seeming interested in him earlier? My haw hit the floor. Before I was hoping he'd be an early boot, but now I find myself actually wanting to see Ripper stick around and see where things go with him as a character and his potential relationship with Axel. I... actually like Ripper now, which is a sentence I never thought I'd say.

A few minor issues aside, I am loving this new season so far. I haven't genuinely enjoyed Total Drama since the original TDI 15 years ago.

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sterlingarcher23 · 3 months

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Pac-Man pellets...& chess

The chess-board is the world; the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance., Thomas Henry Huxley

Pac-Man

Another thing that also points to Max being the "Pac-Man" is that we see her taking pills throughout Season 4. - Brenners words and this subtle but obvious clue through the board game "Can't stop" are connecting "One", "gaming" and Max.

Showing her taking the pills to underline her depression is one thing - however, rarely do things have just a single meaning in Stranger Things.

Lucas putting his hand on her mouth while there's the Pac-Man arcade machine behind her is quite clearly pointing to her too be a power user being able to absorb. If the Pac-Man would be (just) Vecna, why give Max some stupid lines, blabbering about what Lucas just told her in the public, so that Lucas panics and covers her mouth, stopping her from further opening it with each word? With the Pac-Man arcade directly behind her head.

Pac-Man: Paku paku taberu - to gobble something. To consume.

Like Max gobbling a red Skittle mid air in Season 3? Note the use of the Coke vending machine, a repeated pattern and the brand can be seen on Max's shelf too and there's a drawing by Will showing the boys in front of/meeting a Coke vending machine ( besides the "Can't stop" game that connects Brenner’s "If you want to stop One..." dialog with gaming.).

Taking her pills is like eating your way through the stage in Pac-Man: The Player who is Pac-Man has to eat all the pellets or Pac-Dots in order to clear the stage. (and by gaining points he may get an extra life).

Someone made an interesting observation, that in the mind lair, the red mist kind of behaves and I quote: "like in a video game".

That's called a "fog of war", the further you move the more is revealed - once again showing us that Max isn't just a piece on the board but quite clearly the gamer:

The Immortal Game

Bear with me, it may sound complicated, and it may help to watch the scene muted only focusing on the chess moves.

There are two invisible players when El and Henry play chess. Vecna and the Zoomer. The gamer who plays white isn't Henry but obviously a hidden person: Vecna/Edward(?) (so Henry either collaborates or is forced to do his bidding).

Huxley refers to a hidden player but it's logical that this player isn't just on one side but on either side of the board. Two players, hidden from us. And the patent, waiting to make their move. Which means that the hidden player on the other side is not El playing, its someone else. The Zoomer even though no one is aware of him....her.

Note that El is very vocal even though barely able to speak in S1 - as if they share certain abilities or the memories of El and the Zoomer are mixed. Or the Zoomer says something (in mind) and El repeated that like they showed us in several ElMax moments:

The appearance of the zooming effect (alongside other obvious and less obvious clues) leads to the conclusion that there's indeed another person in the room. (If there's darkness, then there's light. Funny enough it's quite clearly hinted at in the show in dialog. ). Remember how Henry says that One moves people like pieces on this board. Well...which One?

There are three Ones. In 00I and in 0II. And since Owens low-key referred to El as One, there's another One in 0II. Everything points to the Zoomer - Max.

And the Zoomer is the hidden player: she uses the hawk like bait, similar to what happened in the Season 4 finale - the Immortal Game was won through high losses. - Max offered herself as bait for Vecna. Same way the player who is playing black sacrificed the hawk/knight. It's heavily implied by connecting this move with the events by the end of S4, the zooming effect, Max calling herself a Zoomer, that she's the player. - She then indirectly called for El by trying to shut out Vecna, the Coke bottle points to El and El appears.

Max = Zoomer personality.

And keep in mind: It's a metaphor. These chess moves are only over simplifying the actual events in Season 4.

But let's take a look at it:

Behind El is a sign saying Pawn in Season 2 right next to a Coke vending machine. So, she's the pawn that takes the owl/bishop.

It's even obvious when you know that Wi-nteko-wa is a proto word for Wendigo, and it means Owl (even though Vecna isn't the only Wendigo): Vecna = Owl/bishop.

Which means Max is the knight/hawk as we see her in the memories from a scene in Season 3 next to the bird prey (falcon or hawk) poster in El's room.

And the "captured" hawk stays on Elevens side, exactly on the dividing line. Brilliantly implying that Max was not absorbed (there are to many elements that debunk that absorption theory) because she stays on her side. Like in a shot of El approaching Vecna, we can see Max in the background on her side of the frame that is split in half, that Max is only taking out of the game. A taken piece can be brought back into the game via a pawn promotion. Eleven then btw removes the owl completely.

Simply put:

Hawk/Knight = Max

Owl/Bishop = Vecna

Wren/Pawn = El

Hawk is moved and sacrificed, Owl takes Hawk, Wren takes Owl.

Max is moved and sacrificed, Vecna takes Max, El takes Vecna.

Max made herself the bait, this way Vecna could be "beaten" by El - but the game isn't over just by taking the Owl/bishop. And even though it doesn't look like it, this move on the board that was shown in the Piggyback was commented through El's dialog "No. You have [lost]." - Then the UD team does the rest by setting Vecna on fire.

By the end we see El walking into the grey part of the field, its the half white, half black field in the DnD game. So, the pawn moves on the other side of the board - "This is Max" would then in chess terminology be a pawn promotion, changing El as the pawn into a piece of her choice (which can be a previously taken pieces): the hawk/knight. Meaning that El becomes Max.

This way you bring back a piece into a chess game. Usually you'd go for a Queen but depending on the strategy a Knight is also good. And knight's usually are shown as horses.

Metaphorically she would then remove the hood of the hawk. As they foreshadow it in this scene. - It looks as if he's blinding El but he didn't. It was Max. Another clue, like the differences in memories scenes, that in connection with the zooming effect point more to different points of view (even though I wouldn't rule out that they want to allude to different timelines too)

The game figures are from Blade Runner and in the film it's a nod to what is called the "Immortal Game" - the black pawns in this version are wrens.

The unicorn may not only refer to One and the horse in Will's painting (as I mentioned earlier) but also be a reference towards Blade Runner too. The meaning of the unicorn in Blade Runner has been talked and speculated about a lot. My guess is that all interpretations are true to a degree. One interpretation is that since Deckard dreams of a Unicorn, it means that he is a Replicant himself and his memories are actually implanted.

And I wouldn't dismiss the idea of that being the case in Stranger Things. Actually, I'm convinced that this is the case. Mkultra as a mind control project was...about that. And this could explain what El's and Max's secret is since the Unicorn is in the scene directly where Max does the Karate-chop hand gesture, like splitting something in half (like what happened in the lab): the memories of their lifes were implanted, altered, don't add up. Why else use the zooming effect? Why does Max calls herself a Zoomer if this isn't exactly that. A personality taking over or at least zoom in to take the wheel. And they might not be the only ones. I suspect Hopper's memories are also faked. About Sara. His ghost.

There's also a spinning top/Inception reference next to a chess board. Remember how ElMax is connected to spinning.

Gamers game:

That's how the show introduced us to Max, something we might have lost our focus on, a gamer:

Besides the fact that she's wearing red (that jacket reappears in one of the Vecna hallucinations in 4),she's in first place... 1st. As in One.

It is not very subtle. Especially in regards to games being played in this show. Like chess. And there's a whole lot of checkerboard patterns near or connected to Max too. (And I'd argue that there are more.)

Above Max in S3 in the ElMax shopping scene (which holds a lot of clues), Lumax holding hands, the shield Lucas is holding, on the magazine cover that El is reading (next to the term "Kaleidoskop" like in "a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors" aka rainbow which Max is wearing in the scene - kinda wearing the whole LGBTQ flag - and there are some sort of fans on it too? Not sure)

And Will? He's also a gamer. - I bet if you dive into his character having games in mind, you'll find what his role in this is too. I mean, I talked about the parallels and mirrors that Will and Max have, including the "crowbar incident" and I have some vague ideas but I leave it up to others. After all: it's these two the plot of 5 will be about. (Although there's something I DO want to talk about in regards to Dr Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde.)

Werewolves & vampires

This is connected to the rabies, werewolves/vampires and the Wendigo/Ravenous elements in the show. And how cannibalism is many times used as a metaphor for queerness and queer love. And I'll talk over that separately. A bit about "The Quarry" (even though it's not an inspo as it released in '22 but to showcase that writers have similar ideas), Van Helsing and Underworld.

PS: I actually just wanted to point out that Max takes her pills like Pac-Man eats the pellets...😁

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