Summary: Robby takes out his frustration on the wrong person
Pairing: Dr. Robby x OC (Alexandria Greene). Also heavily featured Dana because she’s the bomb.
*The chokehold this show and this man have on me right now needs to be studied*
“Did you give Mohan the okay to run a heavy metal panel?”
Ria turned towards the rough voice. She furrowed her eyebrows when she was Robby coming up to her, a look of frustration on his face.
“Yes I did. She presented her case and I agreed that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check them out.”
“She is presenting clear psychiatric symptoms.”
“Maybe but they can also be symptoms of high mercury levels. Something I know Mohan presented to you before being dismissed. What is so wrong about having it checked out?”
“What is wrong is I gave Dr. Mohan clear instructions and instead of following them, she went behind my back to you who then undermined me.”
Ria looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief. She could feel people watching them but neither doctor cared at this moment.
“Undermined you?” Robby nodded making Ria scoff. “You know, I know today is hard for you but you don’t get to sit here and take it out on me.”
She saw the way his jaw clenched but she didn’t care. He had been on edge with everyone all day, it getting worse as the morning went on.
“This isn’t about me.” Typical. “This is about you going behind my back.”
“Robby it-.”
“I gave Dr. Mohan an order and instead of following it, she came to you. You had no right to undermine my orders. You are a resident and I am the attending.”
He hadn’t meant to say it. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think about it.
His heart sank when he saw the look in her eyes. The way her jaw clenched and the small step she took back to give herself some space.
“So that’s all I am then? A resident?”
The hurt in her voice was enough to sober Robby up completely.
“I didn’t-.”
Ria held her hand up to cut him off. “Understood, Dr. Robinavitch. It won’t happen again.”
Hearing his name was a punch to the gut. He was never Dr. Robinavitch to her. Always Robby when they were at work, Mikey saved for the private moments they shared, but never Dr. Robinavitch.
“Ria-“ that’s all he got out before the young brunette in front of him sauntered away towards the central bay in the ER. Robby let out a silent groan and closed his eyes. This was not what he intended to have happen.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw Dana watching from the nurses station. The look she was giving him told him everything.
“Don’t.” Dana gave a humorless laugh and threw her hands up in surrender.
“I didn’t say anything. You said enough all on your own.”
Robby clenched his jaw and took a step, presumably to follow the young doctor he had just successfully pissed off but Dana stopped him.
“I wouldn’t unless you want everyone in here to see you get stabbed with a syringe.”
“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, walking towards the nursing station. Leaning his elbows on the counter he brought his fingers up to rub his tired eyes.
“Yea well you can’t really take it back now. If I were you, I’d give her space and focus. Gloria catches wind of this and it’ll be just another item on her list.”
Robby let out long sigh but nodded none the less. Dana was right. Right now he needed to focus.
“You’re right.”
“I do love hearing that sentence come from you.” She smiled wide.
“Don’t get used to it.”
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“Are you okay?” She heard a soft whisper coming from her right side. Turning, she saw Dr. Mohan standing to her left. Alexandria, or Ria as most people called her, just gave a curt nod.
“Fine. Why?” Mohan gave her a look as she stepped closer to where Ria was updating her charts. Ria watched as the woman looked around, presumably to see if a certain cranky senior attending was listening.
“Santos said Robby gave you shit for giving me the okay to order that heavy metal panel.”
The young doctor clenched her jaw. Santos and her big mouth were gonna be the death of her.
“It’s fine, nothing I can’t handle. Besides it ended up being necessary right?” The last thing she needed was for the panel to come back completely clear. It would only fuel Robby’s anger on the matter.
“Yea her mercury levels were through the roof. Remind me to never buy face lotion from overseas without checking every single ingredient.”
Ria gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.
“See? If all it cost us was Robby throwing his dick around because he’s having a bad day and didn’t have a say in it, then I call that a success.”
Samira just gave her a small smile before walking off. Ria let out a sigh as she continued charting, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.
She knew what today was. She knew the stress Gloria was bringing down on him. But that didn’t mean she was going to allow him to take it out on her or any of the other residents.
All day she had seen small instances of him cracking. Poor Whittaker looked like he was going to vomit when he was caught eating over Robby’s desk. She was thankful that after their spat, she had been incredibly busy.
Every time she’d see Robby make his way towards her, she got pulled in with another patient. It was like someone above was looking out for her. And this time was no different.
Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up, seeing familiar brown eyes set on her. She only spared him a quick glance before looking back down at her work.
“You gonna let him apologize?”
Turning to the spot where Samira just occupied, she saw Dana had taken her spot. She risked another quick glance and saw Robby was starting to make his way towards the pair.
Ria cleared her throat. “Not unless he admits he’s being an ass today.”
Dana laughed and gave the young doctor an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. “I think we both know we have a better chance at clearing the waiting room before that happens.”
Ria let out a small giggle just as Robby got to them. He tried to seem casual, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets but Ria could see the tension lines around his eyes.
He shot her a small smile and she wanted to curse. She knew he knew his smile got her most times.
“Dr. Greene can I see-.”
“Dr. Greene!” All three heads turned to see Perlah waving for Ria. “We need your help in trauma 4. Finger reattachment.”
Ria nodded, grateful for yet another get away. She wasn’t really ready to listen to what he had to say, still upset at being made to feel like she was merely just a resident doctor who wasn’t trusted to call big shots without his consent first.
“Excuse me, Doctor.”
Dana bit her lip to suppress a laugh as Ria scooted past Robby and made her way down the hall.
“Did you really think a smile would work?”
“It usually does.”
Dana scoffed and shook her head. “Men. You really are all the same.”
“What does that mean?” He asked as they started walking the floor.
“It means that you guys expect us woman to give in too easily.”
“I didn’t mean-.”
“Mean to what? Pull rank on a very capable doctor who made a call that ultimately could have saved a patient's life? Not just a doctor might I add but your girlfriend.” Dana lowered her voice for the last part. Only a few select people knew that they were together.
He hated when Dana was right. “I want to apologize. I just need a few minutes without us being called. Would you uh, be willing to help me with that?”
Dana gave him a comforting smile. She loved Robby like a brother and knew how much Ria meant to him. Plus, if she could help Robby make up for his mistake, he’d owe her one and soon it would be time again to go and give The Kraken his meds.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
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“Alright Mr. Gibbons you are all set.” Ria pulled back away from the bloody appendage after successfully reattaching the man’s right middle finger. “Dr. Javardi here is going to get you set up with an appointment to follow up with Ortho. For pain, I would stick to Tylenol and make sure the incisions do not get wet for at least the end of the week.”
The older man nodded. “Thank you so much Doctor. You have been great.”
“It was my pleasure. Next time that lawn mower gives you trouble, make sure the power is off.” She gave him a cheeky smile making the older man chuckle and nod. She gave him another wave before stepping back out into the chaos.
“Ria?”
Ria looked behind her to see Dana once again.
“There is a patient in central who is being a pain in the ass. Seems like he may be having a mental health episode but nobody can get him to calm down enough to triage. Could you go work your magic?”
“Sure. Anything I need to know?”
Dana shook her head as the pair made their way over. “Just that he’s been quite difficult. Mood swings out the ass. He’s making Myrna look like a saint.”
Ria’s eyes widened as the pair came to a stop infront of the room.
“I’ll be right out here if you need me.”
Ria nodded before heading in.
“Hello my name is-.” Ria cut herself off as she pulled the curtain back. She didn’t know who she was expecting but she knew for sure she hadn’t been expecting to see Robby laying in the patient’s bed. “What the fuck?”
“Oh doctor thank god you’re here.” Robby threw his arm across his forehead dramatically. Ria had to stop herself from laughing, thankfully her confusion was still present enough to block out any humor she found in this.
“What are you doing?”
Robby jumped down from the bed, rounding the front so he was a few feet in front of her. “Can we talk?”
“Talk? Gloria is on your ass about patient satisfaction and time spent with patients and we’re taking up a room, giving her more ammo towards you.”
“I can handle whatever shit Gloria throws my way.”
“I don’t think now is a good time, Doc-.”
“Ria please.” Ria heard the tension in his voice and saw it in his shoulders. “Just let me do this. And if after you decide you’re still upset with me, then so be it but please, just let me talk.”
It was silent between the pair. Robby wasn’t one to initiate talks like this. Ria knew better than anyone he had a tendency to try and shove these kinds of talks under the rug. He had gotten better about them since the two got together but it was still a work in progress.
Seeing the effort he was making, she decided her pettiness could be put on the back burner for now. She just gave a small nod, one Robby reciprocated before continuing. “What I said earlier was completely out of line. You were right in calling for the labs. I should have listened to Mohan. I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t just that. Do you understand how you made me feel? To be dismissed as just another resident?” For the first time today, she let the weight of his words from earlier hit her. Her eyes stung slightly and her throat started to feel tighter.
Robby’s eyes softened as he looked at her. He really had done a number.
“I don’t expect special treatment because of our relationship but I do expect to be treated as the doctor I am. To not have my decisions ridiculed in front of everyone in the department just because you wanted the case closed to appease the fucking people upstairs.”
“You’re right.” Robby took a step towards her, happy when she stayed put and didn’t move away. Taking a chance, he reached down and grabbed both her hands in his. “I uh, I haven’t been in good form today. I’ve been short, stressed, and near sighted.”
Ria tried to hide the look of shock on her face. Robby wasn’t one to admit to his feelings that fast. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”
Robby chuckled and shook his head, rubbing smalls circles on her hands with his thumbs. “No, just realizing that my own issues are getting in the way of something much more important.”
Ria sighed and squeezed his hands. “I know today is hard. I know what he meant to you. It’s okay to not be okay, Mikey.”
Mikey. Just hearing that made Robby let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. Mikey meant they were gonna be okay.
“But,” Ria started, “that doesn’t give you a free pass to take that out on anyone else. Especially the interns. Whittaker looked like he wanted to change professions after you caught him eating at your desk.”
“He was getting crumbs-.” The look Ria gave him made him stop talking and just nod. “I will try and make sure I keep my emotions more in check.”
“Thank you. You keep saying this is a teaching hospital. But, the more you ride them, the more their confidence is going to dwindle.”
Robby just nodded before pulling Ria against him in a hug. One arm went around her shoulders while the other tucked her head against his chest.
“You’re really bending all your rules today aren’t you? First you talk about your feelings appropriately and now this?” Ria had a small, teasing smile on her lips. The pair refrained from any sort of PDA while on the job. One, because not many people knew they were together and they wanted to keep it that way, and two, they were at work and wanted to remain as professional as possible.
“Today is just one of those days I guess.” Ria let out a small giggle and snuggled in closer, breathing in his scent. Robby ran a hand down her ponytail, tugging slightly so she’d move her head to look up at him.
Brown eyes connected with blue. The hand that was in her hair came to rest on her cheek. Robby bent down and placed a small kiss on her forehead, lips moving down until they were millimeters from Ria’s.
“I’m sorry.” It was soft, something meant for just her right now. He’d apologize to the students and other residents at some point but right now, Ria was all that mattered. He needed her to be able to get through this day.
“Thank you” was all she was able to say before Robby pressed their lips together. Ria let out a small sigh, moving her hands from where they had been resting Robby’s back to rest on his chest. Her fingers curled into his hoodie just as Robby pulled back.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Does that earn me a good patient satisfaction score?”
Robby laughed and gave her another peck before pulling back completely. He needed to put some space between them before things got out of hand. They were still at work after all.
“Well you didn’t sit by my bedside, but I still felt personally connected.” Ria giggled but lost the chance to respond as the door to the room opened and Dana’s voice rang out.
“Okay lovebirds, times up. We’ve got an incoming hit and run victim coming in. ETA three minutes. Robby, Kraken is due.”
Robby groaned as Ria looked up at him.
“Kraken? Since when do you give him his meds?”
Robby sighed and ran a hand over his very tired face. “Since I mistakenly made a deal with Dana. Can you uh, can you handle that trauma until I get back?”
Ria smiled and nodded. Robby gave her a small nod in response, pressing another quick kiss to her forehead before heading off with Dana.
“You guys okay now?” Dana asked as they made their way over to Kraken’s room. Robby nodded, feeling like at least one of the weights he was baring was off his chest.
“We’re okay. Thanks again for your help. What did you end up saying to her to get her to come over?”
“Told her we had what appeared to be a psych patient who was losing his mind and we needed her to work her magic to calm him down.”
She laughed as Robby just stared at her. “Hey, you said to make it seem real.”
Robby just glared at her as the team got ready to go in and administer the medication. A flash of brown caught his attention. Turning, he saw another team, this one headed by Ria running over to the double doors as their hit and run victim came in.
Robby listened as Ria started shouting orders as they wheeled the patient into trauma one. Their eyes briefly connected, Ria throwing the tiniest, but still noticeable smile his way before the doors closed.
Robby let out a content sigh as he put on his gown and gloves while Dana started giving everyone their jobs. They were gonna be okay.
I LOVE TEN AND ONE SO MUCH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i know you said that you’re not yet in soft!daemon feels but what if reader already got pregnant and seeing her pregnant makes daemon so feral & just want to breed her so much…………
Mine
Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Summary: After trying to get pregnant for months, you fell into a state where all you could do is cry. It left Daemon erratic and so easily triggered. To clear both your minds, he thinks a ride on dragon back would help, but it seems even Caraxes is not in a good mood.
A/N: CONGRATULATIONS FOR ACTUALLY CONVINCING ME TO MAKE A P2 OF SOMETHING. a word of caution though, it's probably not exactly what you expect.
btw if you're new here, this is technically a part two to Ten & One, but you don't have to read it to get this. It will help you get in the feels more probably, but you don't need to read it to understand. I'd appreciate it if you did read it though
LEAVE COMMENTS AND REBLOGS I HELD BACK ON THE PRAISE KINK BUT I ASSURE YOU MINE IS VERY REAL ISTG IM GOING TO GO FERAL IF NO ONE REPLIES TO THIS
"Our home was once so warm," one of the head servants sigh to the two younger servants, "and not because of how Caraxes sometimes has fits, but because the lady of our house warmed it so," she shakes her head, "now she has done nothing but cry and my heart hurts for Lady Targaryen."
"I do hope she finds comfort soon," one younger servant adds with a frown, "my cousin said that her late lady eventually fell ill after grieving so long that she succumbed to her illness."
There was no ill-intent in their words, and yet he could not stand hearing it.
The sharp sound of a sword unsheathing promptly halts the servants.
Daemon is in front of them, coming out of the chamber they were meant to enter. He points Dark Sister at them, jaw clenching tightly at the words he heard them speak.
The three look to their master in fear as he takes a few steps closer to them, "I will not tolerate any word from any tongue about my wife."
Daemon watches them quiver under the gaze of his sword. Had he not been attentive of his wife, he would have killed them out of annoyance. Yet he doesn't, "do your task and leave at once."
The head servant nods and the servants scurry off into the room.
I was lying in bed, chest down, when I heard the telltale sound of footsteps. I peel my teary eyes open and mutter against the cushion, "Mileva?"
My childhood handmaiden turns to me and frowns, "yes, milady, I'm here. I have come to serve you your food."
My eyes begin to water again as I watch her set the food out on the table.
On theme with my other thoughts, I recall how she took care of me as a child, and then how she excitedly told me she was eager to do the same for my children. Her hair was now grey and yet I still had not even one child.
"Mileva," I whine, lips quivering as I reach my hand out to her for comfort.
Daemon walks back in, face hard and tense.
Mileva turns to me and sighs, "oh, sweet child." She walks over to me, taking my hand, kneeling by the side of my bed, "cease your sorrow. You will fall with child soon enough."
"But it's been a year since I've been wed," I sob, pulling her hand towards me, "what if something's wrong with me?"
"N-" "There's nothing wrong with you," Daemon quips before Mileva could speak the same words, albeit with more softness.
Mileva turns to Daemon who stood by the door, as if guarding it, then back to me, pressing a kiss on my knuckles, "my lady, take heart and regain your strength. I know you are going through a difficult season, but soon you will have what you so desire," she brushes my tears away with her calloused hands, "it is not uncommon to experience what you're going through. I myself grieved the same things you do when I first fell with child."
"Oh, Mileva," I weep helplessly, moving to sit up, "I had no idea, and I-"
"Enough, my girl," she hushes, grabbing both of my arms in her hands, "now please, do us all a favor and eat. I would never forgive myself if I allow you to lose yourself completely."
Daemon watches as I move to the table near our bed. Once I sit down, my husband speaks, "you may go now."
In exchange of the company of our servants, Daemon comes upon me, placing a hand on my shoulder as I dumbly look at the food I once loved.
"Your dear Mileva is right, you must regain your strength," he mutters, walking behind me, massaging both my shoulders.
"I feel I will be sick if I so much bring a spoon to my mouth."
He stills his actions then the drags the other chair close to me with a screech. "Shall you prefer I feed you then?" he asks, sitting next to me.
Daemon does nothing but look at me as I gaze off into the abyss that was a plate of food before me.
"I don't think I will ever find peace, Daemon," I mutter, mostly I think to myself, "I was with child," I start to feel tears burn in my eyes, "then I was not."
He brushes his fingers on my cheek, "The gods are to blame, not you."
I finally turn to my husband, chest heaving as salt water runs down my face uncontrollably. He frowns as he sighs, hand taking mine in comfort. I choke on more tears and fall to his side, unable to withhold the helpless yelps in my throat.
Daemon wastes no time in readjusting in his seat, expertly unclasping the holster on his waist, allowing his weapon to clatter to the ground. He then in one scoop brings me onto his lap, allowing me to nuzzle on his neck and pour my sadness onto his skin. His arms envelope around me, behind my back and over my thighs.
I bring my hands up to his cheeks, attempting to even out my breathing as I take in his familiar scent.
Once I finally felt like I wasn't suffocating, I begin to fiddle with Daemon's silver hair.
He leans against my touch. I pepper kisses on his cheeks.
For a moment, he is satisfied with this, but then decides to meet my lips with his own. His hands begin to tighten around me.
I release as sigh, pulling my hands away so I can readjust his grip o me and maneuver my legs over him. He makes no fuss when I straddle him, in fact his arms fiddle with the nightgown I did not bother to change out of from the night before.
My fingers travel to his tunic, and I begin to undo the its clasps. When my hand finally rubs the bare skin underneath his clothing, that's when he halts and pushes me off him to stop our kiss. He is finally certain of my actions.
I look at him. His eyes are closed and yet I could see his resolve dwindling. I place a peck on his lip as I grind down on him.
He groans, legs spreading beneath me. For a moment, he allows me to continue, but then his hands grab on my waist at an attempt to stop me.
I halt at just as he wants, but feel betrayal rise up my throat as I speak, "will you not even have me now, husband?"
Daemon releases a prolonged sigh, leaning his head back on the chair, lightly scratching my sides with his fingers, "with all my strength, I am not strong enough to even think of doing that."
I continue to buck my hips on him again.
His grip tightens but not in an attempt to withhold me.
"Then do not kid yourself by resisting me."
Daemon's eyes finally open with a grunt. The dizziness in his mind clears when he sees my face. He knits his brows and wipes my tears away, "my love."
I blink rapidly as I whine, "have me, Daemon, and end this mourning."
He calls my name, stilling me again with his hands.
This time, I bang on his chest in anger for trying to stop me, but then all at once, I crumble against him in a fit of tears.
Daemon kisses my cheek as he tightly pulls me against him.
We remain like this for a long while.
After being calmed by the sound of his breathing, I finally have the strength to cease my weeping. "I do want you, Daemon," I mutter against his cheek.
"I always want you, my queen," he replies, rubbing my back, "but I do not wish to take advantage of your sorrow."
I move against him again. He loosens his arms around me as I turn to him with glassy eyes, "then have me for no other reason than my own desire to have you, Daemon."
He is about to say something, but my hand on his hardened member takes the words out of his mouth. I palm his through his pants, "will you require me to beg for it on my knees?"
I pull away, hands snaking behind his nape, "I will be most eager to do so," I whisper, hips rolling atop his, "anything to take my mind off this, Daemon."
"Fuck," he hisses, hands tightening around me yet again.
This time, Daemon carries me to our bed and pushes me open underneath him. He hungrily kisses my neck and begins to rub his clothed member against my burning core.
"Take your clothes off," I whimper, urging his tunic and pants off.
In an instant, not only is he naked, but as am I.
Our lips take each other's desperately, and a satisfied moan fights between our kiss when I feel him enter me slowly. My limbs latch around him out of instinct and my fingers dig into the small of his back, urging him to move.
He whispers my name in my ear. He does so with much care that my heart quickens at it.
"I will try my best to be gentle, my love."
I whine at his sentiment, but I nibble his ear in response, "fuck gentle. Ruin me, Daemon. I don't want to walk around any time soon anyway."
Daemon begins to rut his hips into mine upon hearing this. He moves slowly at first, as if to measure the truth in my words. He then enters me at a quicker pace, exhaling deeply against my skin.
I whine his name out, "Daemon please, please, please, fuck me."
He heaves against me, "say that again."
I claw at him and whimper, "please, fuck me so hard I can't walk, Daemon." I match the movement of his hips, "make sure I have no choice but to stay in bed."
That's all it takes for him to thrust into me like a man gone mad.
The sound of skin slapping each other almost makes me unable to hear my cries.
He enjoys breaking my legs open and hammering into my heat. He enjoys it so much that he remains in this position for a while, savoring the feeling. He soon decides to move his hands up my legs and push my knees to my chest. Daemon lifts himself a bit, so he could hook my ankles by his shoulders. The more compromising position makes me stretch my hands above me and grip at the pillows for dear life.
I cry so hard that I don't hear anything else. I'm sure even if there weren't anyone near our chambers, my screams would still be heard.
"Do you like it when I take you like this, wife?" he asks, or challenges almost.
I'm too fucked up to reply and only the in sync rising and falling of my voice to his relentless slamming was what he got out of me.
He finds a more secure stance on his knees, and he latches his fingers under my knees as he drives into me like it was what was going to keep him alive.
His breathing is unbelievably controlled in comparison to my raggedy hitches.
As Daemon looks before him, his hands reach out to my core then to my belly. His mind floods with obscene images of previous couplings. He groans at the ideas flooding his head. He rubs my belly, "you will look so glorious filled up with my seed."
I whine as his hands grab my breasts.
"Maybe I should fill up all your pretty holes, hmm?" he pants, "but maybe then your body wouldn't know what to do with my seed anymore."
I release a string of curses as my hands shoot up to grip his biceps. My back arches to better feel him and mentally thank myself for it, screaming ecstasy when he knocks on me just right. He chuckles in satisfaction, "so fucking eager, my love."
In a twist of fate, he pulls out of me.
I'm too delirious to even realize it or manage to complain. All at once I'm being flipped onto my knees. I do however know exactly when he pulls on my hips and slams into me with dare I say more intent. I don't even manage to push myself on my arms as I am utterly boneless against him.
"Daemon."
His response to the sound of his name was to rub my sensitive nub with his keen fingers. His other hand yanks on the roots of my hair, "who does your cunt belong to?"
I growl, one hand coming to his that was pulling my head back. I am even more unable to push myself up. I scream his name.
"Mine," he growls, "mine," he flicks his hips.
He yanks on my hair again, "say it. Who do you belong to?"
"You," I heave, "you, you, you, you-"
"Good," he praises as I loose my mind, "I'll make sure you only ever cry over how good my cock makes you feel," he mutters breathily. And although his words are lewd, there is a certain sincerity to it.
Much like before, because I never really stopped, tears begin to drip from my eyes in a tinge of pleasure, pain, and residual sorrow.
Daemon massages my scalp with his fingers as his thrusts reach a quick and steady pace. I can almost feel him hit inner most parts of my mind and taste him on my tongue.
My head helplessly crumbles onto the cushions when he releases me so he can piston inside me at a better angle. My screams are finally muffled.
My husband seems not to appreciate it as he yanks my hair back and forces my shouts to me audible again, "let them hear me breed my you, wife, scream out who makes you feel like this."
At this point, I've left my mouth gaping too long that my throat dries up and the sounds of his name that I produce leaves a burning sensation.
I feel my stomach begin to tighten at his ministrations.
"That's right," he encourages, "chase that feeling on my cock," he says, "come around me, darling. Come on."
My hips instinctively buck against him at the sound of his encouragements.
Daemon revels in the repetition of his name. He feels like he is invincible at the praising sounds.
I inevitably quake around him as if it was the surface beneath that forced me to do so. My voice is absolutely wrecked at the cry that leaves my lips.
Daemon rubs my core again, milking my reaction for all he's got.
Once even my knees began to give in, that's when I feel Daemon's heat shoot into so sharply that my body quakes all over again. He fucks into me even after. There is so much of him that I feel him drip out of me with wet squelching sounds.
My womanhood is practically crying at this point.
"I'll do you well, wife," he announces, pace drastically slowing, "I'll fuck you good even if the gods obstruct your womb from carrying my seed."
I repeat his name over and over again.
Daemon finally stops, but he does not exit me. He rubs my butt in a soothing attempt, "let me stay like this for a while, your cunt is leaking."
I shake my head, "no please, turn me over. I want to hold you, Daemon."
He does not dare deny me this.
He quickly uses his strength and expertly has me on my back, barely pulling out as he does so.
He wraps my legs around him snugly as he eventually presses his chest against mine. I seal his torso in my arms. He sighs in content when he finds his face on the crook of my neck. He lazily kisses my skin as his his arms loop around my own body.
"I love you, Daemon," I mutter, fingers lightly grazing his skin.
"I love you," he responds, "I will continue to be a slave to your desires."
"Good," I pipe up blinking away the tears that were left in my eyes, "I don't want you to leave me today. Stay right here, like this."
Daemon kisses my neck, "I wouldn't dare move from where I lie."
A good seven days passed, and I was feeling a lot more myself.
Daemon, in all his paranoia that something would happen to me the moment he's not looking, made sure to either not leave my side, or to bring me everywhere with him. And since he really did leave me in quite a discomfort after our intense fucking, it was only now that he was able to bring me along to accomplish his errands.
In all his smugness, he offered to carry me if I still found it difficult to walk. I, of course, slapped him because of this. It obviously didn't hurt him, because I meant it not too, but he promised me he'd get even for it.
Today, we were apparently going for a ride on dragon back.
"How have you been, boy," Daemon calls in High Valyrian as we made our way to his dragon.
Caraxes whines the way he always does. I smile at the creature, sensing somehow that he had missed his rider. Daemon catches this and squeezes my hand in response.
All at once, Caraxes whines shift into a louder more desperate version, dare I say it was a form of discomfort. The unforeseen reaction makes me nervous, especially when the large creature makes his way towards me.
Daemon feels Caraxes' agitation, but he is more concern about mine, which is why he releases my hand and raises it up to the dragon. He promptly scolds the beast in a long string of High Valyrian I wouldn't have been able to understand even if I wanted to.
Caraxes screeches, seemingly determined to go to me.
I decide to walk back slowly, although I do this out of concern more than fear. Perhaps he wanted his rider all to himself. I agree with my mental thought, since deep down, I knew Caraxes would not turn to me will ill-intent.
One of the keepers, I find, is suddenly ghosting a hand over my arm. I gasp at the unexpected touch and furrow my brows at his words that I do not understand.
Daemon's gaze rips away from his dragon over to the keeper, "what did you say?"
The keeper turns from me to my husband, hand pulling away so he could motion to the restless Caraxes.
Daemon's face contorts at whatever it was that he was told. My concern now drifts from the dragon to his rider, "Daemon? What is it?"
He turns away from me, back to Caraxes, hushing him, "I understand now, boy."
I look at Daemon as he offers me his hand without turning away from his mount. I wordlessly take his hand in mine. Daemon pulls me slowly in front of him, hands going to my sides.
Caraxes stands on his legs upon seeing me, letting out a powerful roar.
I reel back, pressing against my husband's chest, "Daemon, I-"
"It's alright," he mutters against my ear.
Daemon looks up to his dragon then screams some sort of accusation.
Caraxes lands back on his claws, huffing out so deeply that there is a strong gust of air that nearly blows me away. Had it not been for Daemon behind me, perhaps I would have fallen on my ass.
Suddenly, I hear Daemon shudder. His hand travel to my belly. He takes one step forward, moving in front of me and calls my name out in praise before kneeling before me.
I look down at him in concern, almost not noticing how Caraxes brings his snout close to me.
I am distracted by the dragon head that I almost don't hear Daemon say, "you're with child."
My hand darts up to Caraxes and my eyes widen as I turn back down to my husband.
He kisses my skirt, but I shake my head in disbelief, "don't mess with me, Daemon."
Daemon looks up at me then stands. He hushes me as he takes my face in his hands, "Caraxes can sense it," he presses a kiss on my forehead, "the gods have finally bended to my will."
Tears begin to glaze my eyes. "Daemon," I grip his wrist and look up at him, "I'm so happy, but what if-"
"Shhh," he pulls me against him, "I will not have you speak ill of this glorious discovery."
I begin to weep, and it seems Caraxes does not enjoy it for he huffs helplessly upon hearing it.
"I will be here, my love," he mutters, "I will do all I can to make sure nothing harms you or our child."
Caraxes makes a sound that seems to be of agreement.
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)
Word Count: 2,965
Summary: You didn’t even want to go to the Holiday ball in the first place but turns out you never really had a choice.
Author’s Note: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! 🥰My gift is for my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and my dialogue prompt was: “oh hey, mistletoe” (which I changed only slightly), and my festive device was ‘Christmas Party.” And my babe was Mr. Andy Barber. I hope you enjoy this my sweet friend. The Mafia/Vampire/Soft!dark themes are subtle but I do hope it all comes together. I was so happy to write this for you! Love you so❤️ Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ DIvider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics Thank you love!💕 And the edit below is one of my faves done by my lovely friend Nix.
Warnings: light soft!dark maybe implying stalking, vampire induced haze bc you know they do that lol, maybe implied smut, mafia themes- anything I missed let me know :)
EDIT IS NOT MINE: My friend Nix made this edit and I love it to the moon and bag! Thank you beauty! 💕
“Do I really have to go to this party?”
Your friend and coworker, Nat, turns your way, her eyes narrowing. “Yes and it’s really more like a Holiday ball!”
“Who hosts a ball on a Friday night?” you ask with a frown. “I’m tired!”
“Oh stop,” Nat says, waving you off. “We bought that gorgeous dress last week and you’re going to look amazing and have the best time!”
“We don’t even know him! He never comes to the office and we only hear whisperings about him. I bet he doesn’t even show up to his own party!” you state.
You refuse the rogue prince one too many times and his patience reaches its end.
CW: Non-con, smut, p in v sex, chasing, swords, breeding kink, outdoor sex, rough sex, Dark! Daemon, loss of maidenhood, Caraxes being a big scary dragon, Celtigar! Reader
Words: 2k
The roar of the gigantic beast reverberating through the forest drowns the riotous song of your heartbeat and scattered breaths. The towering, ancient trees shake with the sudden winds. You almost find your demise upon the forest floor, the unnatural breeze brought on by the flapping of massive wings above nearly causing a fall.
Branches and thorns catch the hem of your long, hefty dress. What a mistake it was, leaping into the night with such haste, lacking proper attire, or even a proper plan. But other prospects were dreadfully amiss.
You were seen, wanted. A mere query in Claw Isle to strengthen the alliance with House Celtigar, often forgotten and shadowed by other houses, bigger and stronger.
What started as a political endeavor on behalf of King Viserys swiftly turned into a bid for your hand in marriage, to your abject realization.
He is all you despise, violent and arrogant. Insane. There is no doubt the blood of the dragon pours through his veins.
"What must I do to earn a few minutes of your time, my beautiful nymph?"
"It appears you shall steal it regardless, my lord," you stiffly reply, hastening your strides to lose him in the wide hallways of the castle. It is to no avail as he keeps pace with ease, his boots drumming along the floor stones.
"It is because you will not grant me an audience, my beauty…" A breath rushes from your throat when the prince seizes your arm, interrupting your hurried walk. His dark eyes fall upon you, brimming with mirth as he lifts your chin. His pale fingers are strangely warm. Indignation floods your being at the nonchalant intimacy of his touch. Your dismay is met by a conceited smirk. "Or even look at me. What have I done to inspire such spite?"
A crease settles over your brow.
"My lord, Septa Aelle will look for me if I do not show…"
His deep chuckle summons heat in your cheeks.
"The hour is awfully late for learning, is it not?" His touch strays to the side of your face, his gaze lingering on your lips. You bristle. It is no way for a lord, a prince, to behave. Such behavior is that of a rascal, a man of low morals. Wandering eyes could question your virtue. You slap his hand away. It hangs in the air as his mouth thins.
"And yet I am learning much about the stubbornness of men," you retaliate before taking your leave.
He does not follow this time.
You believe his fixation throttled by your blatant disdain.
How wrong you were… painfully so.
Again and again, you denied every one of the prince's attempts at courtship, until his impatience turned into frustration, and his frustration into rage.
"I am flattered, my lord, but I am content here, at Claw Isle, with my own countrymen, where a match has already been secured for me."
"And does this mysterious, secure match have a name?" he inquires sardonically.
"It is no concern of yours, my lord."
"How is it not my concern to fight for what is mine?" Acrimony flows through the prince’s tone as his hand twitches over the pommel of Dark Sister, the infamous sword of Visenya Targaryen, now his. It is said the blade’s thirst for blood is only matched by the rogue prince’s own.
"My lord…" You retreat further behind your father’s seat.
His dusky gaze remains shackled to your trembling frame. He takes another step towards your father, towards you, only stopping when the guards form a wall between you and the Targaryen prince.
"And you have been mine, my lady, from the minute my eyes rested upon your lovely form…" He squints at you and a shiver dances through your limbs. "Much as you refuse to see it."
A shaky mumble rolls on your tongue.
"Father, may I be excused?"
Your father nods, dismissing you with an apologetic curve of his lips. He has done all he can to protect you from the world, a world often so cruel. He has even found you a kind lord to marry.
But you are unsure how long your father will be able to protect you from the flames burning in the prince’s eyes before they engulf you in their heat. Your father’s stern voice fills the halls of the castle as you walk to your room.
"Lord Targaryen as I have said before…"
What Daemon Targaryen cannot have, he schemes to take; and when those schemes fail, he resorts to the ancient ways of his house.
Dragons. Fear made flesh and bone. Fire and blood.
First, he cut his way through your father’s entire guard, leaving a trail of bodies on his path to your chambers. You were lucky the septa tore you from slumber, allowing your escape.
Then, as you ran through the forest, the most chilling screeching froze the blood in your veins.
The war cry of a dragon. Caraxes.
The fearsome beast’s shadow spans so wide, it consumes all light for miles, concealing the moon herself.
Your chest burns. Your feet ache. You will not last much longer on foot. Unfortunately, your horse met his dire fate miles ago. He collapsed on a thick tree root and is now nothing but a steaming pile of charred flesh.
Hope flares inside you as a small cave below the forest ground peeks through the darkness. A hiding spot. The gods finally show mercy.
You run faster, breathless in your efforts. Just a few more strides and you will be safe.
Slowly, you inch inside the cave, praying in silence no animal lies in the darkness. Although you are desperate enough to challenge a bear or wolf, as evidenced by the determined way you squeeze the handle of the Valyrian steel dagger your father gave you.
Water drips from the rock above you, the frosty chill penetrating through your cloak and dress. Shivering, you collapse to the ground. The bruises and cuts you gathered during your mad run are nothing compared to the sheer fright tightly wrapped around your heart.
All goes quiet for a time.
Only the chant of the night may be heard. The fluttering of grass. The cry of insects. The song of owls.
You allow calm to find shelter inside you again. Your heart settles.
It is as you rise, sitting on your knees, that a scorching breeze swallows your entire being, draping you in warmth. You whirl with a gasp.
The sight that greets you unleashes thunder in your veins.
A gigantic gold eye trails your movement, the dark slit in its center inflating as you tremble.
Words are strangled by terror and your mouth simply parts, your shaky steps dragging you away from the beast.
Massive, crimson scales and heavy wings slither in your vision. You hold your breath. Is this how you will perish? Consumed by dragon fire?
Before you can ponder your end, the thud of boots erupts in the cave. Silver hair and a winning smile invade your sight.
"Did you truly think you could run from me, my love?"
Daemon’s orbs shimmer in the darkness as he prowls towards you. He removes his gloves and tosses them to the floor.
"I am not your love," you hiss.
He chuckles, amusement waltzing in his orbs when you lift the dagger and point it at him. "So defiant, even in the face of the inevitable." There’s a hint of admiration in his tone.
"If you possess a modicum of honor, you will turn…"
He laughs again, rousing a snowstorm in your blood.
"Honor? Tell me, beauty, do I seem like a man of honor to you?" Malevolence lights his features. He arches his brow, his heated stare traveling along your heaving chest. "What’s Honor to delight, pleasure?"
The blade wobbles in your grasp.
"Ser, I beg of you…"
"Such fire in you, my love. A fire fit for a dragon."
He draws Dark Sister from its scabbard. Your chest tightens. His motions are slow, bereft of alarm, unlike yours. The pathetic slashes you attempt with the dagger are met with mockery. He dodges every single blow with a smile, plucking shameless joy from your torment. One flick of the sword sends the dagger flying across the cave. He pricks your palm, drawing blood, and you whimper, clutching your hand to your chest.
"Please…"
The cold tip of his blade is wedged between your breasts, falling and rising with your heartbeat.
"How can I stop when you beg so sweetly, my lady?"
He slices your dress open in the middle. The awful ripping bounces against the walls of the cave, sickling reverberating in your ears.
Daemon’s sword clatters to the floor as he pounces on you. He pins you to the ground. His strength is overwhelming.
Sobs ripple in your chest as he finishes undressing you. The tatters of your dress end on the floor. Frosty air kisses your skin, goosebumps blooming over it.
Hand exploring your naked chest, he hums,
"Your beauty far outweighs my fantasies, my lady."
Your breath falters as his mouth lands on your nipple. Daemon rolls it in his mouth, cupping your breasts. His tongue twirls as your back arches.
The prince’s scorching hands and feverish tongue leave no part of you ungroped, untasted. Fiery touches send tingles through your body.
His lips find yours, sweeping you in a hungry kiss. As you whine against his mouth, his touch creeps south.
You writhe beneath him as your legs are crudely parted.
He slides between your thighs, draping himself over you. His desire, throbbing and heavy, carves a searing imprint into your belly. Dread pulses through you as he fumbles with the leather of his pants, freeing his cock. Entranced rasps vibrate in his chest.
"Keep fighting me, my love. It only stokes the flames of my longing…" His chuckle resonates in the cave, lips whispering along your earshell, "and makes my cock harder."
The prince yields to his basest urges, patience and tenderness vacant, as he thrusts his length into your dry cunt. Pain burns through your soft flesh.
A silent scream parts your lips. Daemon corrals your wrists above your head with one hand while the other wraps around your throat, pressing on your pulse.
He defiles you violently, taking your maidenhood without ceremony.
Tears stream down your cheeks as he pants and grunts above you. The terrible echo of flesh against flesh fills the cave.
Your body jolts with his wild cadence, light wavering in your sight with every blunt graze of his hard flesh against your own.
Sweat-drenched, silver strands brush along your chest when he bends to nip your skin, scattering bites over your neck. His hot tongue collects your tears like a savory nectar.
"By the gods, you are tight," he coos. It feels as though you will rip, torn asunder by his gluttonous desire. Your delicate skin chafes along the stone. Slickness and blood coat his cock as Daemon doesn’t relent.
He whispers dreadful promises in your ear, of taking you to Dragonstone, of making you his second wife, of planting an heir in your womb.
You believe it all done when his cock pulsates in your abused cunt and he unleashes his seed with a contented sigh, purring deep in his chest. But the prince remains nestled in your heat. The thickness springing from his softening length burns your walls, filling you to the brim. Horror flutters inside you as it slowly drips past where you and the prince are joined, staining the inside of your thighs. Shame prickles your insides as you are branded by the Targaryen prince. Sullied. A maiden no longer.
A great fatigue engulfs you but Daemon wrenches your chin, forcing you awake. Lust sparkles in his dark gaze.
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"Stay with me, my love," he says before gliding his lips over yours possessively. His tongue tangles with yours, silencing your tearful whimpers. "Dawn remains at a distance and a dragon’s hunger isn’t so easily appeased."
“The marriage between the second daughter of King Viserys I and his own brother, Prince Daemon, raised eyebrows upon its first announcement. Many assumed the match would echo the Rogue Prince’s unfortunate first union with the late Lady Rhea, despite his wish for a Valyrian bride being, finally, fulfilled. It surprised all who took witness to see the intensity of Daemon’s devotion to his second wife, a regard that would persist through a long and happy union between uncle and niece.”
- ‘Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros’ by Archmaester Gyldayn
The story of Prince Daemon Targaryen and his brother’s second-born daughter, as told through the many terms of endearment he calls her by.
Thank you to @my-justreblog for the header art!
Daemon returns to King’s Landing after ten years in exile, intent on rekindling his affair with Rhaenyra. He wasn’t expecting you - the revelation changes everything.
As the second-born daughter of Aemma and Viserys, you never expected to be married off to your uncle Daemon. The wedding is here - and the wedding night.
“The marriage between the second daughter of King Viserys I and his own brother, Prince Daemon, raised eyebrows upon its first announcement. Many assumed the match would echo the Rogue Prince’s unfortunate first union with the late Lady Rhea, despite his wish for a Valyrian bride being, finally, fulfilled. It surprised all who took witness to see the intensity of Daemon’s devotion to his second wife, a regard that would persist through a long and happy union between uncle and niece.”
- ‘Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros’ by Archmaester Gyldayn
The story of Prince Daemon Targaryen and his brother’s second-born daughter, as told through the many terms of endearment he calls her by.
Thank you to @my-justreblog for the header art!
Daemon returns to King’s Landing after ten years in exile, intent on rekindling his affair with Rhaenyra. He wasn’t expecting you - the revelation changes everything.
As the second-born daughter of Aemma and Viserys, you never expected to be married off to your uncle Daemon. The wedding is here - and the wedding night.
“The marriage between the second daughter of King Viserys I and his own brother, Prince Daemon, raised eyebrows upon its first announcement. Many assumed the match would echo the Rogue Prince’s unfortunate first union with the late Lady Rhea, despite his wish for a Valyrian bride being, finally, fulfilled. It surprised all who took witness to see the intensity of Daemon’s devotion to his second wife, a regard that would persist through a long and happy union between uncle and niece.”
- ‘Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros’ by Archmaester Gyldayn
The story of Prince Daemon Targaryen and his brother’s second-born daughter, as told through the many terms of endearment he calls her by.
Daemon returns to King’s Landing after ten years in exile, intent on rekindling his affair with Rhaenyra. He wasn’t expecting you - the revelation changes everything.
As the second-born daughter of Aemma and Viserys, you never expected to be married off to your uncle Daemon. The wedding is here - and the wedding night.
*Season premiere of Stranger Things means i've fallen back down the Billy rabbit hole. Enjoy!*
“Get back here, you little brat!”
You giggled wildly as you ran up the stairs. You could hear Billy fumbling behind you as you ran. You shut your bedroom door loudly before running across the hall to the bathroom, quietly hiding inside the linen closet. You bit your lip as you peeked out of the slots. You heard Billy run up the stairs, his breathing heavy. You felt desire shoot through you when he came into view.
His golden curls were wild and he was shirtless, showing off his well-toned abs and tan skin. You guys had been fooling around downstairs on your couch when you decided you wanted to get a little payback on him.
All-day at school, Billy had been whispering everything he was gonna do to you tonight since you had the house to yourself. You and Billy rarely had this much alone time so you were excited to make the most of it. He had teased you all day. Kisses on your neck, his fingers making a path up and down your thigh as you sit in the library and tried to study. He had gotten you all riled up, laughing when you would clench your legs together. It just wasn’t fair.
So when you guys finally made it to your house, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
You giggled when Billy shut and locked the door before picking you up so your legs went around his waist before going over to your couch.
“I have been waiting for this all fucking day,” he mumbled as his hands ran up and down your back. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Me too, baby. Especially after all the teasing.”
Billy smirked as you leaned forward to start kissing his neck.
“Just wanted to get you ready for me, princess.”
You just hummed but said nothing as you continued to lick and suck on his soft skin.
Billy grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling your head up so he could smash his lips to yours. You moaned and ran your hands through his hair as both of your hips started to move, seeking some much-needed friction.
You pushed Billy’s jacket off his shoulders before helping him unbutton and remove his shirt.
“You’re so hot,” you said, starting the path on his neck again. Billy smirked with pride as you complimented him. You started from his neck before going down to his collarbone. While doing this, you slid a hand down his stomach to rest on the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Jesus Christ, [Y/N],” Billy hissed making you smirk as you sucked on his collarbone. You started to fumble with his belt, finally getting it when Billy hurriedly undid it.
“Eager?” Billy went to answer but was cut off when you suddenly put your hand in his boxers and gave his erection a light squeeze. You giggled slightly when his head fell back to rest on the couch. You bit your lip as you began to move your hand up and down. Every little moan he let out had your heart skipping a beat as well as your panties getting even wetter. You wanted nothing more than to just shove your pants and panties down and ride him till the sun went down but you had to remember your plan.
You slid off Billy’s lap and knelt between his legs. Billy opened his eyes and looked down at you. Your breath hitched when you saw how the beautiful blue had darkened with lust. He grabbed her hair once more and pulled her up for a rough, teeth-clashing kiss.
“You’re gonna look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.” You blushed as you sat back down on your heels.
“Sit back and enjoy baby.”
Billy gave you a lazy smirk as he sat back against the couch. You reached up and pulled Billy’s boxers down to his ankles. You couldn’t stop the way your eyes widened slightly when his erection sprang free. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone down on him or had sex with him, but his size still shocked you.
“You did that to me, [Y/N]. That’s all for you, princess.”
You smiled at his words.
“Lucky me.” You lent forward and started kissing up his left thigh. You felt him settle his hand in your hair as you made a path up towards his dick. You reached your left hand up and slowly started to stroke him. You did this for a few seconds before you moved your lips from his thigh and started to place kisses on the side of his erection
Billy let out a low groan as he pulled slightly on your hair. “Don’t tease baby.”
You had to stop the smirk that wanted to form on your face. You placed one more kiss before taking him into your mouth. Billy hissed and tightened his hold on your hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
As you moved your mouth up and down, you also started stroking him again. Billy’s mouth hung open but no sound came out as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of you blowing him.
You could tell Billy was getting close after a few minutes just by the way his breathing had changed. You pulled your mouth off of him but kept your hand moving up and down.
“Billy, do you remember today when you kept teasing me about all the things we were gonna do later?”
Billy furrowed his eyebrows as he kept his eyes closed. “Yea why?”
“Well, you kept getting me all hot with your promises and then you just left me hanging all day. That wasn’t very nice.”
If Billy had his eyes open, he would have rolled them. “Princess, can we talk about this later? Cause I would love it if you could suck me off some more.”
You could tell he was becoming slightly annoyed with you but you just smirked. You moved your hand off of him and stood up, giggling slightly when his eyes immediately popped open.
“No, I wanna talk about it now. You teased me all day and left me hanging.”
Billy let out an annoyed sigh. “Alright. I’m sorry I teased you all day. Now can we get back-.”
“I don’t think you mean it though, Billy. I think you might need a taste of your own medicine.”
You slowly backed up as Billy sat up.
“Don’t you dare, [Y/N]. I said I was-.”
“I know what you said but come on Hargrove, a little teasing never hurt anyone.”
With that, you took off up the stairs.
Billy turned his head from side to side as he reached the top of the stairs. He stomped his way down to your room and pounded his fist on the shut door.
“[Y/N], open this door. Now.”
He listened but heard no movement. He had to admit, even though he was slightly annoyed because all he wanted to do was fuck you on every surface of your house, he also kind of liked the idea of chasing you. Like an animal hunting its prey.
You watched as Billy stood outside your bedroom door and knocked one more time before throwing it open. You bit your thumb as you watched him. He walked in and looked around, even looking under the bed.
“Princess I know you can hear me.” He walked around and looked in the closet, sighing when he saw nothing. He walked back to the middle of the room and cupped his hands over his mouth to magnify his voice. “I’ll tell you what, baby. Come out now and your punishment won’t be as bad.”
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. All you wanted to do was go and jump him but you also wanted to see how this would play out and how long you could elude him.
Billy waited for a minute and when he heard nothing, he cracked his neck before walking out of the bedroom and going down the hall to check your mom’s room and the guest room.
“[Y/N]!” You heard Billy sing your name from what sounded like your mom’s room. You heard him exit and make his way across the hall to the guest room. You took the chance to slip out from your hiding spot. You tiptoed to the door and saw through the small crack that he was bent over checking underneath the bed.
You took the chance and ran out of the bathroom but swore when a floorboard creaked.
Like a bat out of hell, Billy came running out of the guestroom. A big smirk grew on his face when he saw you.
“Oh, you are in so much fucking trouble, baby.”
You squealed and ran down the stairs, Billy hot on your trail. You hadn’t even made it halfway down before Billy wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Gotcha!”
You giggled and tried to wiggle out of his grip but he just laughed and turned you around before throwing you over his shoulder. He held you tightly as he walked you back upstairs and to your bedroom. Billy kicked the door shut with his foot and even locked it for good measure before walking over to your bed. He threw you down gently and before you could try and make a break for it, he straddled your legs and pinned your hands down.
You two were breathing harshly as you stared at each other.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in, princess?”
You giggled and much to his surprise, shrugged. “It was worth it. Now you know what it’s like to be teased and then left hanging.”
“Difference being I wasn’t giving you amazing head and then decided to stop. That’s just fucking cruel, [Y/N].”
“Now you know how I felt all day!”
Billy shook his head but couldn’t keep the small smile off his face. He lent down close so their noses brushed against each other. “We’ll call it even for now. Deal?”
You bit your lip and nodded and went to kiss him only for Billy to stop you.
“But do it again and I’ll spank you.” You felt desire shoot through you as you smiled at him.
“Promise?” You giggled and Billy smirked at you before he bent down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss.
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Warning: 18+, dub/con, manhandling/rough sex, breath play/choking, unprotected sex
Summary: Engagement dinner with Ransom doesn’t go as planned
Word Count: 3.2k
The car ride home was silent, tense. The car bounced causing Ransom to grumble when it caught the edge of a pothole. One more thing that was surely your fault.
Ten more minutes passed until Ransom broke the silence by revisiting the earlier accusation, “You were flirting with him. Might as well have pulled your top down when talking to that fucking prick.”
“If I exposed my tits every time I talked to a prick, I’d constantly be topless around you.”
Ransom shot you a glare as the car whipped the curve out of the city and down a remote road, “It’d be safer for you to only be concerned about my prick.”
Your fingers dug into the car door as he straightened out the vehicle, “What did you-”
“Smarter. It’d be smarter for you to only be concerned about me- and my huge prick.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you- there was no flirting.”
“Could have fucking fooled me with those exchanges tossed around.”
“What the hell, Ransom, you’re ridiculous. There were no secret coded exchanges. Nothing said was of value.”
“Sure. Nothing. Whatever you say.”
You didn’t have to look at your boyfriend to know he rolled his eyes at least twice when spitting out those words.
Summary: It’s the eyes. They’re so kind, it’s hard to tell. At least with rattlesnakes, you can hear the danger—with Steve Rogers, you never saw him coming.
Warnings: Dubcon, Noncon, Stalking, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Mean Steve, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Kidnapping, Smut, Obsessive Behavior, Misogyny, Breeding, Public Sex, Humiliation, MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: Language? Maybe. But that’s it, I think. Fluff x100.
Word Count: 1K
Summary: Studying isn’t so bad when you’ve got an adorable Tom Hiddleston by your side.
A/N: IDK what this is except it came to me at 1AM last night and I had to get it out. Fluff w/ our favorite man. As always, dedicated to the LOML and best friend @sxbastianstan. Partially inspired by a prompt from the ever-hilarious and slightly psychotic @take-my-life-not-my-heart <33333 Y’all make this hellsite 10000000% more bearable.
“What’s your plan, Stan?”
Normally your boyfriend’s antics would make you smile, but tonight you just weren’t in the mood. Stupid microbiology ruining your life. It was as if the cells on the page were mocking you, begging you to go bed so you’d fail your exam the next day. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“I told you I probably wouldn’t be going to bed for a while.” You replied, a little edgier than you had planned. You winced at your own words slightly. “I need to study this chapter a little longer.” You added, hoping it would soften the blow.
“No problem,” Tom responded, completely unphased by your tone. He rested a hand on your shoulder, bending over to press a gentle kiss on top of your head. “I’ll stay up with you.” He glanced down at your textbook, “Can I help?”
Summary: The reader and Eddie have their holiday. Pure fluff.
Words: 650
It’s the small traditions you’ve come to love.
“Do not come into this kitchen or so help me, I will burn this turkey on purpose,” you call, the moment you hear footsteps.
It’s the small traditions—like not letting your boyfriends into the kitchen because one of them happens to be an alien who will devour uncooked meat.
A glance over your shoulder, and you see Eddie hesitating—his feet just beyond the place where carpet meets linoleum. He has an expression torn between fondness and amusement. “I just wanted to see if I could help.”
“The last time we cooked together, Vee tried to eat the entree before I could roast it.”
“We had a talk about that. They promise not to touch the turkey until you give the say-so.”
“Okay.” You relent a little—it is a lot of cooking for one person, and even if you enjoy it, it goes more quickly with two hands. “Can you peel potatoes?”
“I’m sure we can manage.”
You go back to stuffing the turkey—and you don’t care what food professionals say that you shouldn’t stuff the turkey, it’s tradition damn it. The kitchen smells of fresh cut herbs and the cranberry sauce bubbling on the stove. Steam fogs up the small window, and sweat makes your hair a little frazzled. When you look over, you see Eddie and Venom at work on the potatoes—Eddie with a peeler and Venom peeking out from beneath Eddie’s shirt, using a sharp-edged tendril to slice the potatoes into neat squares.
Once the turkey is in the oven, you lean against the counter. Mentally, you check off the list of things you still need to do. Rolls are in the freezer; a pie from Eddie’s work is on the counter, so at least dessert is taken care of. And—
A glass of wine appears before you. You look up, see Eddie holding it out. “You’ve got that look again,” he says, smiling. “That ‘General on the field of war’ look. I feel like we should be suiting up for battle.”
“I do not have a look,” you say, amused despite yourself. You take the wine.
“You get like this around the holidays,” he says. “I mean, I’m not complaining—but it’s the only time of year you insist on baking everything from scratch and use cloth napkins and… you can relax, you know.”
You hold the glass a little more tightly. “I just want everything to be perfect. I don’t want—“
“Don’t want what?” he says, gently.
You hesitate. The thing is, Eddie doesn’t have family he’s close to—his mother passed away and his father is an abusive asshole. And with all of the Netflix movies and constant holiday commercials going on about family this and family that, you don’t ever want him to feel as if something’s lacking.
“I don’t want you and Vee to miss anything, all right?” you say.
He seems to understand. He takes the glass from your hands, carefully setting it on the counter before drawing you close. At once, you feel Venom sliding against you, a single tendril wrapping around your waist. “Everything’s good,” Eddie says, against your ear. His hand moves in circles along your back. “I don’t need a full-on holiday with all of the traditions and the frills. Hun, as long as I have Venom and you, everything’s perfect.”
You close your eyes and relax against him. “All right,” you say. “So I shouldn’t get out that recipe for caramel apple cheesecake, then?”
Venom’s voice rumbles. “Yes, you should.”
“No,” says Eddie, alarmed. “Come on, we’ve got plenty of food—”
“Cheesecake,” Venom says, and only they can make a growl sound pleading, and you begin laughing against them both.
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