Matthias and Nina are decorating their cosy flat 💕 (I love the height difference trope, so this was a perfect moment for me to put Nina on a stool to match Matthias's height!)
One of the few chapels in Ketterdam was a crumbling old building, weathered under the weight of neglect and decay. Fortunately, it was tucked away in Black Veil, keeping them close to their hideout. Nina examined her surroundings, the dim light barely illuminating the peeling paint and cracked stone. The room was dark, and a steady drip echoed from a leak in the ceiling, punctuating the silence. They shouldn’t be here—not at this hour. Kaz would undoubtedly have their heads for it, but that was why Inej was by their side. Nina hoped that with her presence, Kaz would be more forgiving. Also, Inej was the only one in their crew who spoke to the Saints. Her devout spirit lent a symbolism to the occasion, and even more so, she was Nina's closest friend. It was important to Nina for her to be there, and meant more to her than she could say.
“Sorry there wasn’t a better option,” Inej said softly. “This was the only chapel we could reach without being noticed.”
Matthias glanced around, the corners of his mouth tugging downward. “I can see why,” he muttered.
Nina rested a hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle but firm. “It’s fine,” she said, her eyes shifting between him and Inej. “I’d marry you anywhere, as long as you were beside me.”
A faint smile broke through Matthias’s somber expression. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
Matthias approached the remains of what had once been an altar, the edges of the stone barely visible under layers of dust and ruin. Nina moved to the start of the aisle, each step heavy with anticipation. Inej stepped beside her, slipping her arm through Nina’s, offering a small, steadying smile as she began to walk with her. Nina’s heart raced with each step forward, and she felt her Heartrender abilities useless against the surge of emotion tightening her chest. She met Matthias’s gaze; he looked as worn as the crumbling chapel surrounding them, exhaustion etched into his features, his clothes tattered from days spent hiding in Black Veil. His once-neat hair now fell in disarray, far from the disciplined Fjerdan soldier she’d first met on that ice-bound ship. But none of that mattered. Saints, his eyes—those eyes that burned with fierce, undying love for her. She knew she must look the same, that he could see the raw, undeniable reflection of it in her gaze too.
Inej unthreaded her arm from Nina’s, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “What you’re doing is beautiful. I am truly happy for you,” she said, her voice trembling.
Nina hastily wiped away the first tear that slipped down her cheek, taken aback by Inej’s vulnerability. “The Wraith is crying? It must be that the Barrel has been turned upside down and shaken violently,” she laughed bitterly. “Thank you, Inej,” she whispered, her smile softening. She embraced Inej tightly before reluctantly pulling away.
The last few weeks had been marked by chaos. Even after rescuing Inej from Van Eck, the crew was teetering on the edge, pushed to their limits. Kaz was already plotting their next move, and Nina couldn’t shake the feeling that this one would be the final gambit. Matthias sensed it too. The night after Inej’s rescue, the consequences of her use of parem surged through Nina like a tide, pulling her under. She felt the darkness creeping in, the edges of her strength fraying. But Matthias was there, and he held her close, offering comfort in the quiet, a balm for the pain that threatened to swallow her whole.
That night, Nina nestled against Matthias, her heart racing with a mix of fear and longing. She could feel the remnants of power still coursing through her veins, a reminder of what she had sacrificed for strength. The whispers of the drug clawed at her mind, seductive and insistent, tempting her to surrender to it once more. But as she looked into Matthias’s eyes—those fierce, steadfast eyes—she found the resolve to fight it.
“Why did I let it get this far?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her words hung between them, heavy and charged.
Matthias traced a thumb over her cheek, anchoring her in the present. “No use dwelling on what’s already gone,” he said, his voice steady, a quiet strength meant for both of them. “All that matters is this—I'm here. We are here.”
Nina lifted her gaze to him, eyes shining, her hair a soft whisper against his chin. “Matthias, it hurts,” she breathed, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what tomorrow holds. All I want is to be with you, and I ask the Saints—why not now? Can’t it be now?”
Matthias frowned, uncertainty clouding his eyes. “What are you asking?”
Nina inhaled slowly, the breath heavy with the weight of her heart, and the parem. “Be with me, forever. Promise me things, even if the world doesn’t let them happen.”
A twinkle shone in Matthias’s eyes. “I never took you for a romantic,” he said with a soft chuckle, though the humor felt hollow.
“Maybe I’m just tired of hiding, of waiting,” she confessed, her voice no more than a breath. “I want something we can hold on to, no matter what tomorrow brings.”
Matthias’s gaze softened, his grip on her hands tightening just slightly. “Something that won’t slip away with the night,” he murmured, as if testing the thought aloud.
Nina nodded, the ache in her chest easing ever so slightly. “Exactly. Something that’s ours, even if the world tries to take it.”
He studied her, the tension in the air crackling between them. “We will make this permanence,” he said, his voice firm. A smile broke through the shadows that had lingered in his eyes.
It had only happened a few days ago, yet the memory lingered vividly in Nina's mind. She needed to hold onto it, especially as she stepped closer to Matthias, and a wave of fear washed over her. She fought to push it away. She knew, deep down, that this was what she truly wanted. When Nina finally reached the altar, her fear melted away, replaced by the undeniable love she felt for the man standing before her. The Druskelle, her warrior.
Outside, the world felt on the brink, shadows dancing in the flickering light of the lanterns that lined the narrow streets of Ketterdam. The city was a living beast, wild and untamed, and they were caught in its jaws, waiting for the moment to strike back. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp night air, determined to face whatever awaited them.
“I don’t know what will happen,” Nina said, her voice trembling, but a smile broke through.
“I do,” Matthias declared, cradling Nina's hands in his own, gently tilting her chin to meet his gaze. “With these vows, we will be forever bound. No matter what tomorrow brings, we will love each other fully and completely. It doesn’t matter when or how. I am here now, Nina. If you will have me.”
Nina squeezed his hands, warmth blooming in her chest. “Of course I will. Will you have me, Matthias Helvar?”
“Until death,” he replied, his eyes aglow with fervor. “In the eyes of Djel, the Saints, or whatever heavens may be watching, I will choose you—today and always, Nina Zenik. I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.”
hey bestie 🙂 if you are comfortable can you write a heavy smut with angst for Vince Dunn x reader please ?
pleaseher
words - 3.2k
genre - slight angst, heavy smut
request - yes
warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI; daddy kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, choking, oral (m+f receiving), p in v; sorry if i forgot any, this is the smuttiest smut I’ve written so I’m new to warnings 🙊
featuring - vince dunn x female reader
What a cocky son of a bitch.
Rolling your eyes as you tossed back a shot, you watched as Vince stood on the booth in his roped off section of the club. Bottle in hand as he chugged the vodka like it was water. His shirt now hardly buttoned as his chest was peeking out from underneath. Sweat beads glistened against his tan skin from the glare of the club lights.
Vince was an attention whore, he knew it and wore that badge proudly. Loving when girls would drool over him, practically taking their panties off after one glance from him to try and get him interested in them. Sure he dabbled in the occasional hook up with those girls, but they’d never compare to you.
The two of you had been an off and on thing for several months now. Never fully wanting to commit to dating, but the second you tried being with anyone else, you’d come crawling back to one another. Or, in your case, when you wanted Vince and he was too busy with other girls, you’d do everything in your power to make him jealous.
Jealous Vince was your favorite to put it plainly. The way he’d become protective over you, not wanting any other guys hands on you, or dick inside of you for that matter. Sure it was a game to you, to get him riled up knowing the sex was always amazing when Vince was that worked up. But you enjoyed teasing him and getting what you wanted.
Watching as he swayed back and forth to the music, bottle still in hand. His eyes briefly caught yours, and for a moment you almost folded. Wanting to walk up to him and pull him from the club by his collar. But you remembered it was Vince who cut you off a few weeks ago, wanting to explore other options. The reminder of that being the only motivation you needed to stick to your plan.
As you headed to the floor, his eyes followed you, turning into more of a glare as he saw you snake your arms around a random guys neck.
You’d been scoping the crowd all night, in need of a guy you knew would have Vince crawling in his skin mad. Settling on a tall, tan, blonde haired guy, nice build with a few tattoos. You’d begun talking him up at the bar earlier, setting the tone for the events to follow.
Joining him on the floor his hands immediately latched onto your waist, soon enough falling to grip your ass. Tossing your hair over your shoulder you found Vince’s eyes still on you. The vodka bottle tight in his grip as you could see his jaw clench from a mile away. A smirk coming across your lips as you spun around, firmly placing your ass on the man’s crotch, grinding against him as his hands freely roamed your body. Head resting on his shoulder as his lips found your neck in a few short kisses.
As you looked back towards Vince, he was no longer there. Soon enough he was making his way through the crowd towards you. While you were happy you’d gotten him riled up, the last thing you wanted to deal with was him getting into a drunk fight at the club. Trying to explain that to his coach at morning skate come Monday was not something sober Vince would enjoy doing.
“Wait here? Gotta run to the restroom.”
Giving a quick kiss to the man who’d practically had his hands in your pants on the floor, you headed off towards the restrooms. Only to be pulled from your path, Vince pinning you to the wall. Hands above your head as his hips held you in place.
“Think it’s a fun game huh? Putting yourself on display like that. Practically getting fucked on the floor in front of everyone.”
A smirk on your lips as you were pleased to know your plan had worked.
“Oh please Vinny baby, you wish I’d let you fuck me in front of everyone here.”
A hand dropped from holding yours to lightly gripping your neck. Vince loved dominating you, making sure you knew at the end of the day, regardless of how many girls he messed around with. You would always be his number one girl.
“Oh yeah? Should I pull those panties to the side and bend you over the booth in my section? Let everyone see what a whore you are for me? You’d probably love that.”
He voice sending chills down your spine as his lips traced your jawline as he spoke. His free hand exploring your body, stopping at the waist of your skirt which was now riding very high on your thighs.
“Only one problem, I’m not wearing any panties.”
You bit your lip as the look in his eyes went from lust to pure desire. Immediately needing every inch of you on him. His hand moving to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up even further in an attempt to call your bluff. But as his fingers glided along your folds, already dripping wet for him, you swore his pupils went black. A low groan coming from him as he smirked.
“Such a fucking whore. I love it.”
He pulled his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as he savored the taste of you. “Mmm, so sweet for me baby girl.”
If you weren’t in the middle of the club, you would’ve had him take you right there. Not sure how much longer you could wait, needing him to have his way with you until you couldn’t walk.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go tell my friends I had to head out, you’re gonna go get in daddy’s car and make sure you stay nice and wet for me okay?”
His lips hovering just above yours, though not giving in for the kiss. Earning a soft whine from you as he knew that’s what you wanted.
“And if I don’t?”
You wouldn’t dare disobey him, but the idea of testing him, knowing it would only make tonight more interesting, was one you’d gladly entertain.
A soft chuckle left his lips as shook his head. “Sweetheart, we both know that you’re gonna do what I say.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as he headed off to bid his group farewell. He’d given you his keys to go find his car in the back lot. Climbing into the passenger seat you impatiently waited, knowing that you’d be in for it once you got back to his place.
As Vince climbed in the driver's seat, his eyes glanced to your lap, noticing how tightly you’d crossed your legs.
“Someone desperately needs to be fucked huh?”
He laughed as a hand rested on your thigh, lightly gripping the skin as you were dying for him to touch you where you needed it most. But he knew you all too well, and he certainly wasn’t going to give in to you just yet.
Shifting underneath his touch, you did whatever you could to try and urge him to move his hand to the inside of your thigh. Craving to feel his fingers on you once again. But instead he pulled away, a whine coming from you as you pouted your lips.
“Such a needy little thing. You missed how I fuck you? I know you did. That’s why you pulled that shit at the club tonight. Teasing me and making me watch someone else touch you. I should’ve put you on your knees right in front of him. Let him see how good you take my cock.”
His grip on your thigh tightened slightly as he spoke, holding you from clenching your thighs to give yourself some much needed friction. Your pussy throbbing, aching to be pleasured by him.
“You’re gonna wish you never pulled that little stunt. Once I’m done fucking you, I promise you’ll never try to make me jealous ever again.”
A smirk on his lips while he eyes kept on the road, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but something in you was wanting to be a bit of a pain right back. To combat his cockiness that you very much couldn’t stand, mostly in situations like these.
“Well maybe if you stopped leaving me for other girls, I wouldn’t have to tease and make you jealous. I’d be all yours, alllll the time.”
He pulled his hand from your thigh, breath hitching in your throat as you instantly missed the contact. Watching as he moved to undo his belt buckle, his button and zipper following suit.
The car slowing to a halt a he’d reached a red light, hurrying to pull his pants down, freeing his cock as it slapped against his stomach.
“Just for that comment, get your mouth on my cock.”
Your mouth watered as you eyed his erection from the passenger seat, feeling yourself only getting wetter by the second. Undoing your seatbelt to get on your knees and lean over the console. Tossing your hair over your shoulder before slowly taking his length in your mouth.
“Fuck.”
Vince threw his head back as he pressed his foot on the gas, doing his best to drive the speed limit, but the twitching of his legs was going to prove to be a challenge. His hips adjusted to give you a better angle, allowing you to deepthroat him with ease. His fingers tangled in your hair as he held you at the base of his cock, listening to you gag around him.
“Such a good little slut. Can’t talk back when you’ve got your mouth full of my cock huh baby?”
As he pulled you from his length, he let you catch your breath. Sitting back in your seat as you wiped the saliva from your chin. Seeing Vince’s apartment straight ahead, as he quickly pulled into the parking garage, not bothering to check his park job. More focused on getting you inside so he could finally have his way with you.
Vince hadn’t bothered to buckle his belt, letting it hang as he pulled you from the passenger seat. Finally placing his lips on yours as he pressed you against the car. His cock still rock hard beneath the fabric of his pants. Tongues fighting for dominance before he pulled away with a quick tug of your lip between his teeth.
“Let’s go, daddy needs to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Within seconds of closing the door, Vince already had you on the kitchen counter. His lips devouring yours as one hand held your throat, the other tracing your curves before finding its way under your skirt. A smirk on his lips the second he felt how wet you were.
“God I’ve barely even touched you and you’re practically dripping for me. I fucking love it.”
He pulled your legs closer to the edge of the counter, pushing your skirt up in the process. That cocky smirk back on his face as he kissed along your thighs, leaving love bites before he’d nestled between your legs.
“Oh my god, fuck!”
The second he’d finally given in, his tongue immediately lapping at your clit, you could’ve came. Feeling so desperate for his touch that your hands gripped his soft curls tight. Holding him in place with no chance of letting him go. He laughed at your neediness. Immediately pushing a finger inside to accompany the work of his tongue.
Your breath was hardly controllable as could feel yourself already close, not bothering to hush your moans as you were in ecstasy. Vince truly knew how to take care of you and find all the perfect places to have you melt in his touch.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck.”
Vince groaned at your nails digging into his scalp, not minding the tinge of pain as it only urged him to continue, slipping another finger into as he picked up the pace with his tongue.
You were shaking beneath him as his free hand tried to hold you still, not letting you move away from him. Your hips bucked as your head fell back, expletives pouring from your lips as you could barely form a sentence.
“You gonna cum for me? Be a good little slut and cum all over daddy’s face huh? Can you do that for me? I wanna taste you.”
His words pushing you over the edge as you came, covering his lips in your juices as his tongue slowed it’s pace, licking every inch of you. The overstimulation causing you to flinch at each flick of his tongue.
Pulling his fingers from you he immediately brought them to your lips, to which you gladly accepted. Hollowing out your cheeks as you kept your eyes locked with his. Seeing his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at you and the mess you’d made on his counter.
“So fucking sexy. I need those lips back on my cock. Now.”
He lifted you from the counter, setting you down and immediately you dropped to your knees. Stroking his cock while he grabbed a fistful of your hair.
Your eyes locked with his as you took him into your mouth, bobbing your head painfully slow. Watching the way his eyes rolled back as he let out a low groan. Soon enough his hips started thrusting to match your rhythm, the sound of you gagging like music to his ears. Eyes watering as your mascara started to run, his hands holding you in place as he fucked your face. His grunts making your pussy soaked, surely leaving a mess beneath you.
“Mmm yes, your throat is mine. You hear me? Fuck you’re such a good slut letting me fuck you til your makeups running down your face.”
Vince pulled himself from your lips, sensing you needed a break to catch your breath. Pulling you to your feet he crashed his lips to yours before grabbing at your thighs to lift you up. Legs wrapping around his waist as his cock brushed against your wet folds. A soft whimper coming from your lips as your head fell back, Vince taking the opportunity to kiss and bite at your neck.
He carried you down the hall, tossing you onto the bed as he finally discarded of his clothes. Allowing you the chance to gawk over his physique, something you’d never get tired of looking at. Making your way to the edge of the bed your fingers traced over his chest and down to his abs, while he hands pulled at your shirt before making quick work of your bra. Tossing it to the side before his lips found your breast, his hand taking the other in his palm, pinching at your nipple as he laid you down.
The feeling already having you writhing beneath him, arching your back into his touch as your nails marked up his back. Earning a growl from him at the burning sensation.
“Ready to show me what a good girl you are while you take my cock?”
You nodded at him with wanting eyes as his thumb traced over your bottom lip before dipping past, instinctually you sucked on it. Vince smiling at you as he teased you with his cock, loving how wet you still were for him.
“Please…Vince, I need you. Now.”
He loved hearing how needy you were, begging for him to give you what you wanted. Without warning he’d thrust into you, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes rolled back. Hands gripping his biceps while his held tight to your hips. Thrusts slow but hard, his eyes fixated on how your tits perfectly bounced with each buck of his hips.
“How’s it feel baby?”
“So fucking good, you know only you can fuck me like this.”
“Mmm, you know I love hearing you say that.” A few more thrusts and Vince felt himself nearing his climax, though not yet done with you. “Show daddy what a good girl you can be while you ride his cock.”
Vince quickly pulled himself from you as he laid down, pumping his cock while he followed your motion, climbing into his lap as you lined him with your heat.
As you slowly lowered yourself, feeling every inch of him stretch you, the two of you moaned in unison. Hands resting on his chest to help steady you as you slowly began grinding into him, the way you rocked your hips had Vince melting beneath you. Though he absolutely loved fucking the shit out of you, watching you lose yourself as you rode his dick was so much better.
“Feel good baby? Bouncing your ass on my cock and being a good girl? God you’re such a whore, creaming all over my cock with your tits bouncing in my face. I fucking love it.”
One hand left your hips as it moved to grip your throat, Vince loving that you weren’t afraid of him being rough with you. Tilting your head back to give him a better grip as your bouncing was now out of rhythm. Feeling yourself beginning to tighten around his cock, whines leaving your lips as he caught on, thrusting his hips up to push you over the edge.
“You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?”
“Yes daddy, I’m such a good little whore, cumming all over daddy’s cock.”
With a slew of expletives, your hands fell to his chest as you quivered on top of him. Legs shaking as you came, Vince rocking your hips to guide you through your climax. Just as you felt the euphoric high fading he’d pulled himself from you, a gasp leaving your lips at the loss of him.
He quickly stood up as he stroked himself, bringing his own climax closer as his grunts were low and sporadic.
“Knees.”
Climbing from the bed you took your spot on the floor in front of him. Gazing up at him, wanting eyes as your hands gripped his thighs.
“Cum for me daddy, please. I’ll be a good little slut and take it all, I promise.”
Hearing you call him daddy always sent shockwaves through his system, the words so beautiful spilling from your lips. As his head fell back and you heard a deep fuck come from him, you took his length in your mouth. Hands taking over stroking him as you flicked your wrist until you could feel him buck his hips, his warm seed hitting your tongue.
Vince quickly gripping your chin, “not yet baby,” opening your lips you’d showed him how good of a girl you were, taking every drop, his cocky smirk on his face as he lightly closed your jaw. “Such a good girl, swallow every drop baby.”
He watched as you swallowed, the action alone had him ready for round two. You weren’t normally one for the extra dirty actions, but with Vince you threw all of that out the window as he had such a hold over you you’d never thought twice.
Pulling you from your knelt position, Vince laid you down in bed before grabbing you a tshirt to throw on. He simply grabbed some boxers before he climbed into bed next to you.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you pulled a stunt like that just to get me all riled up, so I’d fuck you like crazy.”
AU where Matthias lives but instead of trying to convince the others Fjerdans that they should change their ways and except Grisha as normal members of society he just shows up at the Drüskelle headquarters and makes out with Nina in front of all the other guys while making direct eye contact with them, breaks away, says "this could be you" and then they just leave, and all the Drüskelle are like "damn my hormones I want a hot witch waifu too" and they collectively realize that that won't happen unless they leave the Grisha alone
