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maidragoste · 11 months

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The Decision

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).

Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.

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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Also this is my first smut so sorry if it's weird to read.

You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.

With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.

“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”

Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.

It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.

"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.

You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.

"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.

"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.

"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.

The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.

“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.

"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice

This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.

"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."

If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.

After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.

You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.

“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.

“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.

It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.

This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.

“You know,” you declared sadly.

“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.

“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.

You froze when Harwin walked away from you.

“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.

“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.

“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”

His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.

“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.

You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…

But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.

You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."

And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.

"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.

Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.

"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.

You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.

*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.

"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.

He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing you. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. His brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.

"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"

Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.

You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”

"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.

"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.

In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.

"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.

Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.

You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.

“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.

“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”

You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.

You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in your eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."

And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.

“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.

Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.

Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.

Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.

“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.

He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.

"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.

Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.

Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.

"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.

The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.

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harryslittlefreakk · 5 months

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arrogant s.o.b

summary: based on this request - grumpy/mean Harry and readers first fight and he says something really harsh/yells and makes her cry? And then feels really bad after like grumpyxsunshine vibes?

warnings: angst

wordcount: 1.6k

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“I miss you, Harry.”

You knew you were pushing it, he was already working himself to breaking point. But you couldn’t help it, you missed your boyfriend. His break was meant to be about finding time for himself again, spending time with his loved ones. And you thought that meant being with you, not spending every day confined to the four walls of a recording studio.

“I can’t delay my entire album because you miss me.”

“I’m not asking you to delay the entire album. Just take a day off, just once.”

“Why?! For what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Now you were both pissed off. You didn’t understand why Harry couldn’t just slow down. You’d only been able to see him in Italy for a few days, your work schedule unexpectedly busy. Part of you thought he was ‘punishing’ you for that, the sane part of you knew that his summer in Italy was his rest, and now he was back in London he needed to work. Harry’s work ethic was one of the things you admired most about him, and now you were arguing with him over it.

“Clearly it does matter.” He was stood by the door, keys in his hand, a dark scowl printed on his face.

“It’s fine, just go. Have a good day.” The hurt was evident in your voice, but you didn’t even want Harry to stay now with the atmosphere you’d created.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to stay and needing to leave. Finally, he sighed and turned to walk out the door without another word. The sound of the door swinging shut behind him echoed through the silent room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sank into the sofa. You’d pushed him away when all you wanted was for him to stay. You knew you’d always come second to his career, he prioritised you over almost everything in his life but his music was so important to him. But once he finished recording, there would be interviews and appearances, then a tour, and then you’d be back here again. It was constant, unrelenting, and if he couldn’t even sacrifice one day for you, how could you expect him to slow down?

—

Harry stood frozen on the other side of the door, still stuck between needing to come back in and wanting to go. It never usually got to this point, one of you would back down before someone got hurt. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but it worked for you. He hated fighting, hated seeing you upset. But he was only now realising that it was usually you that compromised. He knew you well, and for you to actually speak up and ask him to stay despite knowing how important his work is to him? He’d fucked up.

He leaned against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Guilt washed over him as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He knew he needed to find a balance between his work and his relationship, but it was easier said than done.

His hand fell from the door handle as he turned on his heel, dragging his feet away from the house. If he was going to make it right, he needed to be armed with all of your favourite things.

—

Harry replayed the morning in his head the entire time he was out. You’d woken up to his alarm as always, rolling over in his arms to wake him up with soft kisses. “Why do you set alarms if you know you can’t wake up for them?” you laughed, tapping at his nose as his eyes fluttered open. “Because you wake up and I get morning kisses,” he smiled, pulling you tighter to his chest.

He remembered how the morning light hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your puffy eyes and blushed cheeks. He’d caught himself wishing he could have five more minutes in bed with you, time to savour waking up next to his love. But he’d rolled out of bed in the same way as always, slipping out from under you just as you tried to curl your body around his.

You’d followed him to the bathroom silently, lingering in the doorway as you rubbed your tired eyes. “Wish I got to see you more,” you’d mumbled, eyes following his through the mirror. “You see me every day, kitten,” he’d replied, poking his tongue out when he saw you watching. He’d noticed your face fall slightly, a misty kind of sadness replace the natural glint in your eye. He cringed as he thought back, but he’d purposely ignored it to save himself the trouble.

“I see you when I wake up and just before bed,” you’d pouted, eyes glued to your suddenly fidgety hands. “I cant help that right now, pet. You know I can’t,” he’d tried to reason with you, and looking back, Harry thought maybe he was trying to convince himself. “Just a morning or an afternoon at home would be nice. Not even a full day,” you’d told him, voice cracking as you looked back up at him.

“I can’t have this conversation right now,” he’d muttered, kicking at the door until it swung closed in front of you.

And there he was now, heart struck with guilt at the thought of how badly he had neglected you.

—

As he heard your keys jingle outside the door, Harry finished rearranging his purchases across the bed. He gave one final look to the flowers on your windowsill, the beautiful blush pink roses he knew you loved. It was perfect, he just hoped it would be enough.

“Hi darling,” he smiled sheepishly as he walked down the stairs.

“Hi, H,” you replied, brows knitted as you stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Come,” Harry murmured, reaching out a hand for you to take. You dropped your bag by door and took it, fingers tangling with his as he lead you back to the bedroom.

He stopped outside the bedroom door, pulling you into his arms. “M’sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “Didn’t think about what it’s like for you. I need time with you just as much as you need it w’me.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you told him, cuddling into his chest. “Nothing to be sorry for, pet.”

“Shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in his musky aftershave.

“Gave me the push I needed. M’not good at taking time off.”

“Don’t have to tell me that,” you laughed, stepping away from him as he turned to open the bedroom door.

“Got you your perfect day,” he smiled, stepping out of the way so you could see his creation.

All your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, your matching pyjamas folded on the corner. The most beautiful flowers you’d ever seen in your favourite vase on the windowsill, candles lit on your nightstand and a cheesy rom com loaded on the tv.

“You did all of this?” you cooed, a grin spreading across your face as your gaze turned to Harry. He nodded, pulling his t-shirt off.

“Nuh uh,” you swatted his hand away as he reached to pick up the pyjama top. “Only my perfect day if you’re topless,” you smirked, quickly peeling your clothes off to throw the pyjamas on.

You climbed into bed next to Harry, pulling the duvet up to your chin before wrapping your body around his, your head at home on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, arms wrapped right around you.

“Made a few calls. Gonna start only doing three days at a time in the studio, then three days off,” he whispered, grinning when you immediately whipped round to look at him. “Don’t have to do that for me baby,” you gasped, brows furrowed.

“It’s the right call. Just gonna be longer days but worth it all if it means more time with you,” Harry winked, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.

You shifted upwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” you smiled. “And congratulations.”

Harry returned your kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer than yours had. His touch and his kisses felt like home to you, his smile your lifeblood. “To me? For what?”

“To us. For our first fight,” you giggled, holding out a hand to high-five Harry. He grabbed a hold of your hand, using it to pull you even closer to him, until your faces were only centimetres apart.

“Here’s to our first and last fight,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. His teeth latched onto your bottom lip as he went in for another kiss, the rocky waves in your stomach turning to butterflies as his tongue moved around yours.

You pulled away after a minute, settling back into his arms with a smile so bright it could have lit up the room.

“Can’t believe we started the day with you thinking your album is more important than me,” you mumbled, a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you tangled your fingers between Harry’s.

“Millions of adoring fans who’d do anything for me versus one woman? I know who I’m picking,” he teased, laughing as you smacked his thigh with your free hand.

“Maybe they were right,” you whispered, peering up at him.

“Hm?”

“About you being an arrogant son of a bitch.”

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littlelamy · 11 days

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so this maybe a bit much but how about kook reader who’s parents are forcing her to get a job because of how much money she spends this kinda goes with the shopaholic one I also sent sorry but anyways when she finds out her parents are making her work she runs to Rafe to complain💖

a/n: i love this idea🥰 thank you for sending a request!

you stormed into rafe’s house without knocking, the heels of your sandals clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. rafe didn’t even flinch from his spot on the couch, though he lazily glanced up at you.

you dropped your designer purse on the floor with a huff and crossed your arms. “you’re not going to believe what my parents are making me do.”

rafe paused the game on tv, his lips quirking into that familiar cocky smile. “oh, this should be good. what’s got you all worked up this time, princess?”

you didn’t bother with the attitude he was throwing your way. you were too furious. "they're making me get a job."

for a split second, you could see the surprise flash in his eyes, but then rafe threw his head back and laughed. a full, rich laugh that sent heat rushing to your cheeks. this wasn’t funny. you stormed over to the couch and pushed at his legs with your hands. “it’s not a joke, rafe! i’m serious!”

“hold on, hold on,” he choked out between laughs, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer until you were standing between his legs. “you? a job? yeah, right. what’re you supposed to be doing? selling clothes at the country club?”

you glared down at him, but the heat in his eyes as he pulled you closer made your anger falter. “no,” you shot back. “something way worse. they want me to work at my dad’s office. like, answering phones and…and filing paperwork.”

rafe gave you an amused look, his grip on your wrists loosening as he leaned back against the couch. “you—filing paperwork? yeah, that’s not happening.”

“exactly!” you burst out, relieved that at least someone understood. “i told them i could just cut back on the shopping, but they said i have to learn ‘responsibility’ and ‘work ethic’ and all this other bullshit. like, i didn’t grow up to file papers in some dusty office!”

rafe raised an eyebrow, looking far too entertained for your liking. “i mean, you have been running through their credit cards pretty hard lately, babe.”

you rolled your eyes and pulled your hands away from him, pacing a little as you vented. “i know, but it’s not like they can’t afford it! we’re kooks, for crying out loud. they’ve got money for days, and they’re freaking out over a few shopping sprees.”

rafe watched you with a bemused expression, his arms draped lazily over the back of the couch. “so, what? you want me to talk to them? convince them to back off?”

you stopped pacing and turned to him, your frustration simmering as you met his gaze. “no, I don’t want you to talk to them. i just…i needed to get out of there before I lost my mind. I needed to talk to someone who actually gets it.”

rafe tilted his head, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place. “oh, I get it,” he said slowly, standing up from the couch and closing the distance between you. “i get that you’re used to getting whatever you want, whenever you want it.” his hands found your waist, his grip possessive as he pulled you closer.

you narrowed your eyes, but the heat between your bodies was already melting your resolve. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

rafe smirked, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he leaned in. “it means you’re used to running to me when you don’t get your way,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “and I usually give you what you want, don’t I?”

your heart raced as his fingers trailed along your sides, sending a shiver down your spine. he was right—you did run to him. rafe was the only one who never told you “no,” the one person who didn’t try to rein you in. he liked your wild side.

but you weren’t ready to admit that out loud. Instead, you tilted your chin up defiantly. “and what’s wrong with that? you like it, don’t you?”

rafe’s eyes darkened even more, and his grip tightened slightly. “oh, I do,” he admitted, his lips grazing your neck. “but this little job thing… maybe it won’t be so bad.”

you blinked, pulling back enough to look up at him. “what are you talking about?”

his smirk returned, more devious this time. “i'm saying maybe you could use the distraction. get your parents off your back, make them think you’re turning over a new leaf. play the good little daughter for a while.”

your eyes narrowed, searching his face for any sign that he was joking. “you’re serious?”

rafe shrugged, his hands still resting on your hips. “why not? do the bare minimum, show up, file a couple of papers or whatever, and then come back to me when you’re done. it’ll be like a game.”

you considered it for a moment, the thought of playing along to keep your parents off your case while still getting what you wanted. you didn’t love the idea of working—any job sounded awful—but if it meant keeping them off your back, maybe Rafe was right. maybe you could pull this off.

“you think I could do that?” you asked, biting your lip.

rafe chuckled, his hands sliding lower. “babe, you can do anything you set your mind to. just as long as you keep running back to me afterward.”

your pulse quickened at the heat in his voice, and for the first time since your parents had dropped the bomb on you, you felt a little more in control. maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“fine,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but if this blows up in my face, i’m blaming you.”

rafe grinned, pulling you in close. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Hi, can you make something with "you belong to me" or "London boy"? But just if you can do it and want and it doesn't matter what you choose from these two. Thank you 🥰🥰

anon: * ✰. — make a friendship bracelet london boy from lover pls 🫶🏻

anon: Please do london boy!!!! 💖

yk i love a london boy!!

join the 11k celebration!

his face was the first thing you noticed, cutely decorated with moles and freckles and dimples that you found yourself immediately falling head over heels for. the pub was packed with people and you had lost sight on your friend a little while ago, but at the moment it was at the. back of your mind as the cute stranger made his way over to you.

he smiled, dimples on full display, "you're brooke's friend, right?"

the british accent had sent you through a full, short spiral. if there was one thing you loved about visiting your best friend, it was the british men and their stupidly hot accents.

you nodded, "yeah, i'm y/n."

you stuck your hand out for him to shake, which he did with the same smile plastered on his face, "lando."

the two of you ended up talking, moving to one of the tables farther away from the commotion of the friend group. he had asked how you were enjoying london so far, you had made fun of his accent to which he replied with a basic american joke, things were going smooth.

until brooke bursted the perfect bubble, "y/n!"

you looked over at your best friend who was making her way towards you, "yeah?"

"i'm gonna get a taxi to take me back, you coming?"

you looked over at lando, who smiled softly at you, "i'll take you guys."

"no, you don't have to-"

"no, it's fine," he insisted, grabbing his keys from his pocket, "i'm ready to head out anyway."

you couldn't say no now, following him to his car that was parked on the street. of course brooke had told you about lando before, but none of the good things said could compare to how kind, sweet and fun he was in person.

you climbed in the passenger seat, letting brooke have the backseat to herself. she reached between the two seats, hitting lando on the shoulder, "i have a song request!"

you snickered as he replied, handing her his phone, "if you play taylor swift so help me god-"

but he was cut off with the intro of london boy starting to play, making you laugh as he rolled his eyes, "don't pretend you're not a swiftie!"

the whole ride back you had caught each other's eyes and you couldn't help but think maybe you had something in common with taylor swift after all, you do love a london boy.

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You lean back in your salon chair, a wide grin on your lips as your nail artist cracks another joke, pulling laughter from you right as your phone begins ringing.

Glancing down at your phone, your cheeks burn slightly as seeing Sylus' name and picture pop up. You give your artist a small knowing look, who returns it with a grin and waves her hand for you to answer. She continues working on your left hand as your right picks up your phone, accepting the call with a cheeky,

"Well, hi stranger."

There's the rumbling chuckle from the other line as Sylus rolls his eyes to himself before he replies,

"You haven't answered any of my texts today. We in a mood today, sweetie?"

Your cheeks burn darker at his words and you huff, rolling your own eyes unbeknownst to him as you comment back,

"I've been busy. Are you alright? You usually only call if its-"

"Important. Yes, I'm aware."

You wait a beat before asking again,

"... well? What's up?"

There's a deep sigh from Sylus as he laments, "I thought we had plans today, sweetie," He stares down at his nail beds, turning his hand this way and that as he adds, "and yet... You're not here."

You narrow your eyes for a moment before pulling your phone away, watching the screen flash up with the time reading 2:47pm. You quickly pull your phone back to your ear with a confused comment of,

"We have dinner plans. It's not even three yet..."

Another sigh leaves Sylus, causing you to pull your phone away for a second as you shoot your nail artist a playfully fed up look before snarking into the phone,

"I'm at the nail salon."

Sylus goes quiet before he asks in a slightly firm tone, "and just who is paying for that, miss broke girl?"

You give a fake gasp before laughing in a joking reply,

"My sugar daddy, obviously, since someone doesn't want to treat me."

There's a long silence from Sylus at your words. Your heart sinks as the pause continues for far too long and you're quick to add,

"I'm just joking, I put money aside to treat myself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

There's a ding from your phone and you pull it away to see the notification.

You almost drop your phone as you see in bright letters - 𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙎 ♡ 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 5000.

"....are you fucking kidding me?"

There's a sly chuckle from your ruby eyed lover as he purrs back,

"Do I ever make jokes, kitten?"

Still unable to wrap your head around the amount of funds Sylus had just sent, you took a steadying breath before genuinely gushing to him,

"Thank you, Sylus."

There's a stunned pause from him. He leans back in his couch, hand over his face before he murmurs back,

"You're very welcome. You can always come to me for anything, no matter how small."

You go to retort but he cuts you off with a stern tone, "Time to put that stubborn ego of yours to bed, darling."

You can't help but think to yourself, 'a small price to pay for falling in love with a literal criminal. Worth it.'

"I will. I'm sorry."

There's a confused hum from Sylus as he questions,

"What's there to be sorry for? If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask."

There's a shuffling from his side before he adds,

"Choose a different colour. The one you chose is ugly."

You pout before looking out the giant windows off to the side, only to huff to yourself as you see Mephisto sitting in a branch, watching with a tilted head. His beak opens but you can't hear his screech, thankfully.

"... you knew I was here and still decided to bully me?" You pouted, whining slightly as you move your phone to your left hand, giving your artist your now free right hand. You tuck your phone against your ear with your shoulder before you flash your medium length stiletto nails towards the window, as if pretending to stretch your wrist before you ask,

"... do you like the shape, at least?"

Sylus hums for a moment before he grins into the phone, "They could be longer. Little kitten wanted some claws, hm?"

Your cheeks burned bright red, pulling a snort from your artist as you grumbled nonsense into the receiver, holding the phone in your grasp again.

"There's a red on the wall, first row, half way across. Between that ugly green and purple." Your eyes wander the wall of gel polish and nearly immediately spot the red he's talking about. "I want you to wear that one."

The same colour as his eyes.

You grin to yourself before teasing him,

"You just love to see me in your colours, don't you?"

There's a chuckle from him as you pull the phone away from your mouth to murmur your new colour choice to your artist. She raises an eyebrow and shrugs, getting up to reach the deep red gel polish and sliding the colour you originally chose into that empty spot.

"... I do. Is it so wrong of me to want what's mine to wear what I ask?"

Your heart nearly bursts out of your chest at his words.

"N-no, it's not..."

He grins wickedly, catching you in his trap as he teases with a purr,

"So you admit it then? You're mine."

You bite the corner of your bottom lip, trying to ignore your racing heart as you reply softly,

"I ah, um..."

"Say it."

You purse your lips into a tight line before sighing, relating to his demands as you comment as if brushing him off,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your super hot girlfriend, whatever..."

You take a long drink from your water bottle before putting it back on the table as you ask,

"Satisfied?"

There's a soft groan from Sylus, too close to a moan for your heart to handle and you immediately feel your core twitch.

"I will be, once you're here and under me, those painted nails wrapped around my c-"

You choke on a breath, fumbling your phone for a moment before you snap in a high voice,

"Sylus! Behave yourself!"

There's a deep laugh from him, genuine and warm before he sighs jokingly. "Alright sweetie, if that's want you want..."

You groan to yourself before he adds darkly, all joking gone from him,

"Remember, that changes the second you walk into this house. You forget who's in charge, kitten."

You swallow heavily before murmuring,

"Yes Sir."

There's another low groan from Sylus again at your words and he's quick to demand you,

"Be here sooner rather than later. Don't keep me waiting, sweetie."

He hangs up before you can even gather his words, shaking your head slightly as you put your phone back down.

You look back up at your artist and you almost choke at the bright reds that adorn her face.

".... you heard all that?"

She gives a small nod, finishing off shaping your pinky before finally moving onto the gel polish.

"You sound like a lucky girl," she gushes almost sadly, a wistful sigh leaving her as she looks back up at you.

You give a slight shrug before murmuring, "I suppose ..."

You glanced over to the window again and hum to yourself as you noticed Mephisto was gone. 'Probably off to preen,' you think to yourself as you stick your hand under the UV light, curing the first layer of paint.

The second your nails were complete, you paid and left a hefty tip, promising to be back which the girl immediately booked you in for. Leaving the salon with a little pep in your step, you quickly made your way towards the N109 zone where Sylus' 'mansion' resided.

As you finally came through the front doors, Luke and Keiran whooped and whistled, taking in your dolled up appearance with approving cheers.

"Lookin' fine tonight, miss Y/N!"

"You look like a whole ass meal, miss Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes, unable to fight back the blush that over took your cheeks as you waved them off. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on..."

Wearing a short, black dress with a waved skirt, black designer patterned tights and red bottomed heels, you gave the two boys a little twirl before tucking stray strands of your hair behind an ear as you asked, "You promise I look okay?"

The two masked boys nodded enthusiastically and agreed, "Hell yeah, absolutely!"

Giving them a nod, you placed your bag on the long dining table before making your way to Sylus' office, connected to his bedroom.

You gave a quick knock before entering, not waiting for him to say anything as you always did. He sat on the couch, faced away from the door with a book in his hands.

"... You're late."

You stop just behind the couch, your hands twisting in front of you slightly as an anxious pirckle crawled up your back.

"I thought I was right on time," you murmured, looking to the side to take in his massive wall clock, frowning to yourself in confusion at seeing the time was 10 minutes ahead.

You went to speak up when Sylus suddenly stood, rubbing at his face with a tired hand before finally turning to you.

"If I say you're late, kitten, you're late. There's no room for -"

His words stop abruptly, his brows furrowing as he takes in your attire. You move your weight from foot to foot for a second, wishing you could shrunk yourself under his darkening gaze. "W-what...?" You cautiously asked, fiddling with the folded fabric of your short skirt.

He takes the few steps to you slowly, like a predator playing with it's prey before he finally bites out,

"I did not buy that for you."

You immediately think he hates it, your stomach sinking into the ground as you think about the wasted hours and money you spent on trying to look good for him.

"I-I bought it-" Your breath catches in your throat as he stands in front of you, one of his large hands splaying over your side and pulling your body against his. "D-do you not like it...?"

Sylus' irritated look simmers slightly as his hand roams the expanse of your side and back, his fingers playing with the long zipper resting on your spine. He leans his head down to murmur in your ear, "You have awful taste."

In a flash, he rips the zipper down and pulls the dress with a tug so it ends up on the floor, pooled around your heeled feet. Your frown deepens as he takes in the lacy bra and panty set you wore underneath, a sly grin taking over his sour expression as his eyes trace over every inch of you.

"This.... this I like."

Both his hands grip your waist, making you step out of the dress before pulling your form back to his own. Your hands meet his chest and you can feel the poke of his growing erection, fueling the tingling warmth that settled in your core. As his hands roam your skin, his thumbs trace over the lace on your breasts, taking in the intricate designs through the lace and suddenly he stops, his left thumb dancing over a certain pattern right over your nipple.

"... you got this on purpose, didn't you?"

His voice is playfully soft as he murmurs down at you, his eyes still glued to your breasts. "Crows, sweetie? You flatter me."

Your face and shoulders bloom in reds and your hands delicately brush over the soft shirt hiding his skin from you. Giving the shirt a slight tug, he leans down a little more with a chuckle before his lips meet yours, the fire inside you overflowing with want as your hearts raced in sync.

One hand moved to the back of his head, long nails ghosting over the base of his neck and through his short hair, pulling a rumbled groan from his chest that reverberated against your own. He pulls away momentarily to nearly purr in your ear,

"I was going to chastise you for showing up for our date in clothing I didn't get you, but I think I like the little surprise I unwrapped much more..." The genuine tone flowing from his words crawl over your skin like a hot breeze, causing your wide, doe eyes to stare up at him, the words you've been aching to say for weeks dancing on your tongue.

Sylus' gaze matches yours as he pulls away just enough to look down at you. His forehead rests against you, eyes locked for a moment before he pulls away to press a kiss to your forehead. "Sweet kitten," he gushes lightly as his hands keep your chest to his, lithe fingers tracing over your back and teasing over the clasp of your bra.

"Tell me what you want."

His demand meets your ears and your eyes fall shut, your heart screaming to burst out of your chest as you nearly beg him,

"I want you."

Sylus pulls away again, making you face to face as he demands again,

"Say it again."

You muster every ounce of adoration for this man into your gaze as your other hand moves from his chest to hold his face, your thumb just brushing over his bottom lip as you honestly reply,

"... I want you. Only you."

The corner of Sylus' mouth ticks up, as if trying to fight a smile before he murmurs in reply,

"You have me."

He presses a quick kiss to your lips as one of his hands moves from your breast to grip one of your asscheeks, giving it a small pinch before he whispers in your ear,

"Say you're mine."

His hand just hovers over your ass, waiting for the words to leave you and the second you pathetically whine softly, "I'm yours," his palm roughly connects with your flesh, the slap echoing in the room as a moan makes it way past your lips. "Again," he commands, his hand lovingly brushing the tingle away before it connects with your ass again as the words tumble out.

"I'm y-yours-!"

In a flash, his mouth meets yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and devouring you from the inside out. It felt like forever, clinging to him as if he'd disappear the second you'd let go and he's quick to lift you in his arms, your legs immediately wrapping around his hips.

"I had so much in store for today," Sylus nearly grumbles as he nibbles on the side of your throat. "Though I think unwrapping the rest of you sounds like a better idea."

He takes three steps back and turns on his heel before tipping you forward til your back rests against his desk. He pulls back to gaze down at you, desire and fire burning in his eyes as his hands splay over your stomach and slowly crawl upwards, pulling soft whimpers and little gasps from your lips.

Youre unable to bite back the moan that slips out as he cages over you and grinds his hips into yours as he sighs lowly,

"I hope you're ready to take tomorrow off, sweetie." He captures your lips in a quick and heavy kiss before promising,

"I'm going to take every piece of you and claim it for myself."

He moves his face to your neck and bites down, hard enough to rip a choking gasp from your mouth before you moan back,

"All yours."

Your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, shivers running over his skin as he finally moves a hand to slip under the side of your panties, two of his fingers sliding along the length of your slit with purpose.

"Yes," he deems, eyes half lidded and dark as he reiterates to himself more than to you, "All mine."

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