hey! I saw your requests are open, so can I get prompts #4 "A heated argument that ends with someone being pinned to the wall." and #7 "Make me." — "Gladly." (if you can more than one) with Daemon x poc fem reader (or ambiguous appearance, if that's easier for you) please?
BUT OFC YOU CAN MY DEAR...
N/A : I am white, and dont realllyy... know how to write a poc reader so i did ambiguous!..
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The cold air of the stone corridors wrapped around you as you stormed through the Red Keep footsteps echoing in the silence. Daemon's mocking laughter followed close behind.
"Running away already? How disappointing."
You spun on your heel, eyes blazing. "I am not running. Unlike you, I know when to walk away from something not worth my time."
Daemon tilted his head, a dark smirk curling on his lips. "Is that what you think? That I'm not worth your time?"
Your jaw clenched. "Exactly."
He stalked forward, closing the space between you, the smirk never faltering. "Funny. You waste plenty of it thinking about me."
"You're delusional."
He laughed, low and dangerous. "Am I? Then tell me why you're so bothered. Why your breath hitches every time I get this close."
You refused to step back. "Try me, Daemon. I am not some simpering lady to fall at your feet."
His gaze darkened, lips parting slightly in challenge. "Make me believe that."
"Make me."
It happened in a blink. Your back slammed into the cold stone wall, his hand braced beside your head, caging you in. His body loomed, close but not touching—taunting.
"Gladly."
His breath fanned across your skin, eyes locked on yours. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of your racing heart.
"You're reckless," you whispered, though it lacked conviction.
Daemon leaned closer, his lips a hair's breadth from yours. "And you crave it. You crave me."
Your hands fisted at your sides, nails biting into your palms. The rich brown of your skin seemed to glow in the dim torchlight, contrasting against the cold gray walls. "You're wrong."
His smirk deepened. "Then why haven't you pushed me away?"
For a fleeting moment, neither of you moved. The tension was suffocating, a delicate thread stretched to its breaking point.
Finally, your hand shot up, fingers curling around the collar of his tunic, tugging him even closer.
"I should hate you."
His eyes glinted with something darker, something dangerous. "Then hate me properly."
And gods, you did. Your lips crashed into his with a fury that surprised even yourself. Daemon groaned against your mouth, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him.
You were gonna hate yourself tomorrow.
