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gremlintheslut · 10 months

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Forever theirs

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Chapters 4, 4.5 and 5

(i wanted to make up for missing 2 posts but i would of posted 4 and 4.5 together so heres 3 chapters)

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Chapter 4 safe?

Finn thrusts in and out at an inhuman pace. I feel the coil in my stomach tighten for the 9th time today. We have been doing it like rabbits in my boss's office all day. Then I hear a timer go off. "home time baby girl" Balor utters against my neck and before I know it I'm in well... Somewhere else.

We're laying down on silk sheets, the place looks like a sex dungeon and my mind is going a million miles an hour. "calm down we're at my place" he says as he continues to fuck me. I nod my head and try to focus on how good I feel but the weird stomach feeling is back.

A part of me wants to tell him to stop or to take us to my house but nothing will come out of my mouth. The coil in my tummy finally breaks and I come undone for the 9th time. Next thing I know Finn is painting my walls with his seed. He pulls out and lay beside me. "I know I probably should have asked before I took us here but I think you will have a lot of fun here," he says and I look at all of the toys surrounding us.

I know what he says is true as my eyes lock onto a toy I recognize. "not today baby get some rest your gonna need it for tomorrow" he chuckles before getting up and returning a little while later with a washcloth.

After cleaning me up he kisses me and climbs into bed next to me. "I'll never take another client again" he whispers. I don't know what to say. Obviously he means not me included. I decide to stay silent and try to fall asleep. It's hard to ignore his previous words but after a few minutes, we fall asleep but I can't help but feel upset when I wake up.

I'm home. In my bed. Alone. He has left and I wonder if he tricked me into thinking he cared so he could fuck me and leave. His euphoric effects are quickly canceled out by anxiety and fear. My head is still foggy but I'm no where near happy. this has never happened so quickly before i never knew the euphoria could leave so fast. I Get ready for work and check the date to make sure it wasn't all a dream. it wasn't. All of it was real and I guess I'll find out if he really cares today.

He hasn't gone a single day without popping up and fucking me or at least trying to. When I get to work I'm shocked that my boss isn't waiting for me so she can ridicule me. Then I'm even more shocked to find out that everyone is looking for her.

The last time anyone heard from her was yesterday when I was in her office for half the day with the door locked. The only excuse I can think of is that she was screaming at me for violating the dress code and wouldn't let me flaunt myself around the office so I had to stay with her the whole day.

I told everyone that story and that she looked pale and she might be sick and being her normal bitchy self by ignoring everone. The whole day I can't stop thinking about what Finn said. He was sure she wouldn't be back soon. What did he say to her? What did he do? Those thoughts distract me for most of the day until I leave my desk to go to the bathroom. Usually, Finn would pop up and try to have a quickie in a stall but he doesn't.

He hasn't shown up at all today. Or maybe he has and I haven't noticed. No. I would know. he hates being ignored and he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't notice he was there. Wait. He hates being ignored. This could just be pay back for not saying anything last night.

Then the tears fall as i think of how stupid i was to say yes. Then i know this isn't pay back. If he wasn't a liar than he woupd pop up to comfort me. He'd never want to make me this sad. I was right. He used me and now my boss is missing and people might think I did something to her. No one saw me or her leave. I am filled with anxiety, sadness, and confusion. I wipe the tears from my face and leave the bathroom.

Warning: omorashi(piss kink) there will be an alternate version after this

The second I sit back down I realize that I didn't pee and I need to go pretty badly. The office is full and everyone would notice if I got back up. I sit silently squeezing my thighs together. The need gets worse and worse but my shift is almost over and it is nowhere near an acceptable time to go back to the bathroom.

I might actually piss myself on the walk home. I check the time and I can finally leave. "hey y/n can you stay a little longer?!" I hear the co-worker that's covering for my boss call out. "no!" I reply quite loudly and scramble to the door.

I get out of the building and begin to run. Then I leak. A decent-sized wet patch is left on my panties and I'm forced to slow down. At this point, it's dribbling out of me and I hobble as fast as I can into the ally I use as a shortcut. Another spurt comes out and it goes down my legs.

Then I bump into someone knocking me down and making me lose control for a few seconds. I'm sure there's a wet patch on the butt of my skirt. "you alright there love?" I hear a very familiar voice say. One I've been wanting to hear all day but suddenly want to be left alone by.

He's been watching I know he has, he always does before he pops up. There's no way he doesn't know I'm about to piss myself. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me up. He is holding most of my body weight as my legs are shaking and I can't keep myself up. My face is red and I grab onto the wall with one hand and push Finn away with the other.

He lets me and steps aside as he watches me try not to release the liquid in my bladder in front of him. I keep trying to hobble down the ally with my hand pressed hard against my cunt eyes glued to the ground.

He creeps up behind me and grabs my right leg bringing my knee to chest height. I use both of my hands to hold myself. But he moves his hand from underneath my knee and replaces it with his inner elbow. Now both his hands are free he can restrain me properly. "no" I whimper out as I lose control again for a few seconds but I can barley gain control. There's a mini puddle growing beneath me.

I hear a chuckle in front of me and I look up. There are three people in front of us watching me piss myself slowly. 2 men and 1 woman. The woman gets up from the crate she was sitting on and walks towards me. She has a big grin on her face as she stares at my terrified one. She has sharp fangs and I know immediately she is Rhea. I take notice of the fact she's as pale as a ghost.

She puts her hand out and her fingers poke at my bulging bladder. Her smile widens her fangs more visible as she watches drops of piss go down my leg and into the puddle. I can hear the 2 men laughing at me but I'm too scared to look at them. I can hear Finn laughing at me too.

I squirm and whine as she puts more pressure on my bladder. I can tell they love what they see but I haven't gotten a single confirmation from Finn that I am safe. I think about my missing boss for a second before I'm brought back by the feeling and the tall woman's palm squeezing my bladder.

I lose control fully and for 2 whole minutes, I pissed and moaned at the relief. Whilst They all laugh at me.

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Chapter 4.5 safe? Alt

After cleaning me up he kisses me and climbs into bed next to me. "I'll never take another client again" he says. For a moment I'm shocked. Obviously he means me excluded. I don't know what to say so I jsut try to fall asleep. Of course it's hard to ignore his previous words but after a few minutes, we fall asleep but I can't help but feel upset when I wake up.

I'm home. In my bed. Alone. He has left and I wonder if he tricked me into thinking he cared so he fuck me and leave. The euphoric feeling he gave me is quickly canceled out by anxiety. My head us still foggy from it but I'm no where near happy. I never knew the euphoric feeling could leave so fast. I Get ready for work and check the date to make sure it wasn't all a dream it wasn't. All of it was real and I guess I'll find out if he really cares today. He hasn't gone a single day without popping up and fucking me or at least trying to.

When I get to work I'm shocked that my boss isn't waiting for me so she can ridicule me. Then I'm even more shocked to find out that everyone is looking for her. The last time anyone heard from her was yesterday when I was in her office for half the day with the door locked. The only excuse I can think of is that she was screaming at me for violating the dress code and wouldn't let me flaunt myself around the office so I had to stay with her the whole day.

I told everyone that story and that she looked pale and she might be sick. The whole day I can't stop thinking about what Finn said. He was sure she wouldn't be back soon? What did he say to her? What did he do? Those thoughts distract me for most of the day until I leave my desk to go to the bathroom.

Usually, Finn would pop up and try to have a quickie in a stall but he doesn't. He hasn't shown up at all today. Or maybe he has and I haven't noticed. No. I would know he hates being ignored and he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't notice he was there. Wait. He hates being ignored. This could just be pay back for ignoring him last night. No if it was pay back he'd be watching and he'd pop up when he noticed how upset i was.

Then the tears fall. I was right. He used me and now my boss is missing and people might think I did something to her. No one saw me or her leave. I am filled with anxiety, sadness, and confusion. I wipe the tears from my face and leave the bathroom.

The day passes slowly. I finally get to go home. The walk is lonely and I keep getting the weird stomach feeling. I turn into the alleyway where all of this bullshit started and I fight off the urge to turn around and take the long way home. Then arms wrap around my waist. "miss me, princess?" the Irish voice reaches my ears and for a second I am happy before I remember everything about today.

I want to pry his hands off and slap him. Then a second set of hands rest on my shoulders. I look up and see a tall unfamiliar woman. "I have been dying to meet you, sweetheart," she says staring into my eyes and smiling. I can see fangs where 2 normal teeth should be and i know this is rhea. I feel one hand leave my shoulder but I am too afraid to look at what it's doing.

A wet cloth is then placed over my mouth and I try to hold my breath. I feel lightheaded and I am forced to breathe in. Then I feel relaxed and weightless. My knees buckle and the 2 sets of arms catch me. I am slightly aware of 2 other people standing near us. I close my eyes and they dont open for a while.

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Chapter 5 unknown and uneasy

I wake up in a small dark room. It's cold but not freezing. I can feel eyes watching me but my body is so sore from sleeping on concrete I don't bother to look. I have been kidnapped. By a demon. of all things a demon. I can't leave. I probably never will.

"I know you awake," a deep voice says unlike Finn's from the corner. I turn my head and look at the man. He's tall as fuck and hairy too. if there was any chance of me getting out of here there isn't now. "what do you want?" I snap. There's no point in being nice they're going to kill me.

"Excuse you?" fangs on the top and bottom if his mouth show. he stares at me and I shrink back. The words 'I'm sorry' get so close to leaving my mouth but I stop them. He continues to stare at me expecting an apology. I turn my head away from his cold frightening eyes. He scoffs at me astonished that I had the nerve to not answer.

I hear him leave his spot in the corner. "let me rephrase that for you-" he grabs me by the hair pulling my sore limbs up. I grab at his hands and he swats me away with the other hand his slightly overly long nails scratching me. "apologize. or. regret. it." he says through his teeth. "I'm sorry" my voice wavers. "I won't say anything like that again." he drops me to the floor. "good bitch" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"This is how this is gonna work," he says grabbing my arm his nails scratching me again and pulling me up. He turns me to face him and he squats down in front of me. "you call me sir or daddy nothing fucking else got it?" he says sternly I nod my head. He grabs a hand full of my hair. "Got. it?!" he says louder. "yes" I squeak. He pulls harder. "yes who?!" he yells in my face and I flinch away. "yes sir" he lets go of my hair.

"you've met Finn properly, i guess you met Rhea but you still need to meet dom" he says "is rhea the woman I saw the other night?" He slaps me in the face. "that's not what you fucking call her you hear me?" he says. "yes sir" I repeat the same phrase from before. "you call her mommy, you call Finn master and you call dom Papi," he says and I nod my head to show him I'm listening.

"you can call any of us daddy we know you're into that," referring to the fact I'm a little. They must have been stalking me. They wouldn't have to for long before they figured it out but still. I can feel my face get hot and I look at the ground. They don't want to kill me. Do they?

I'm hesitant to ask. "sir?" "yes sweetheart?" my stomach churns at the nickname. "are you going to kill me?" I ask the question. He chuckles. "we don't want to. We really don't but, if you become a problem we can't just take you home" I look at the ground again. He puts 2 fingers under my chin and lifts my head. "we'll take good care of you" he says. Then he leans in and kisses me. I don't kiss back. I don't pull away I'm too scared to.

This is my life now. All the way until the end this is what it will be like. My eyes glass over with tears. When he pulls away he sees my fear and looks at me disappointed and seemingly disgusted. I try not to let the tears fall. I really do. But they fall. I cover my mouth with my hand as i begin to sob. But when Damian sees this he does something unexpected. He sits down, pulls me into his lap, and hugs me. HUGS. ME.

I'm sorry but what the actual fuck is going on. I cry harder and try to pull away. He holds me still and shush's me. Then the door opens.

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I know this is the shortest chapter yet sorry love ya-gremlin💞💋💗

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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Updated, Upcoming & Finished Work…

Key: S: Smut, F: Fluff, A:Angst)

Completed/Updated stories are in blue font. This list will be updated as I finish writing.

•Request: Britt Baker x Reader (S)

-Summary: This is an anon request from long ago came with absolutely no details soooo I'm taking some liberties lol. Britt and Reader get off on the wrong foot. Some good ole hate fucking ensues. (Tags/TWs: 18+, I'll be writing a male reader version and female reader version, hate fucking, enemies to hatefuck buddies, heel!Britt/babyface!Reader, hotel room sex.)

•Cody Rhodes x Reader (F/A)

-Summary: Cody and Reader have a forbidden romance. Reader is Brock’s advocate. Her girlfriends cover for her as she goes to make sure Cody’s okay after a brutal assault by Brock. (Tags/TWs: budding romance, forbidden romance, injury, a bit of angst, first kiss; Brock is more obsessed with Cody than the reader herself, let’s be real.)

(Read “Behind Closed Doors” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Cody Rhodes x Reader (S)

-Prompt: If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg. (Tags/TWs: orgasm denial, toys. Filth. Just pure filth. Sorry in advance… no I’m not.)

(Read “If You Want to Come, You Better Beg” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Damian Priest x Fem Reader :

-Summary: Damian and Reader hilariously argue with one another in Spanish during a segment. Rhea has to step in. (Tags/TWs: banter, kayfabe arguing, heel/babyface segment.)

(Read “The Last Word” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Damian Priest x Fem. Reader (F):

-Summary: Reader gets a bit jealous watching Damian celebrate his NXT North American Championship win with beautiful women. (Tags/TWs: established relationship, jealousy, tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort.)

(Read “Worthy” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader (S):

-Summary: Reader comes back from a friend’s birthday party only to realize she’s being followed. (Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, dirty talk- lots of it, simulated stalking. )

(Read “(Un)Willing Participant” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader (F):

-Summary: Vamp and Farmer!Drew catches Vamp!Reader in the act of feeding off his animals in order to survive. (Tags/TWs: budding romance, farmer!Drew, vampires, blood drinking, animal death but nothing graphic, I promise.)

(Read “Bound by Fate” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader x Roman Reigns (S)

-Summary: Reader has a bit of a filthy fantasy. Her boyfriends, Drew and Roman, take it upon themselves to fulfill that fantasy for her- without the need for getting arrested. (Tags/TWs: 18+, simulated public sex, consensual kink, sex in a home theater, a lil dirty talk, Dom/Sun dynamic.)

(Read “Just Like at the Movies” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Judgement Day x Fem. Reader (F)

Summary: Scottish!Reader has Dom, Damian, and Rhea try Scottish foods like haggis and black pudding while they're on tour. Things don't go so well for DomDom.😂 (Tags: wholesomeness, Dom trying his best not to puke, on the road shenanigans. Requested by @motorcitygem)

(Read “Ith do Shath!” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Judgement Day x Fem. Reader (S)

Summary: This takes place a little bit before Edge's departure. They and Reader have a little fun at Edge's home, but the cracks in the faction start to slowly show as they all fight over control during their scene with Reader. (Tags/TWs: 18+, gangbang, overstimulation, jealousy, possessive!JD, vaginal penetration, fingering, oral sex- male and female receiving, consensual kink.)

(Read “At Their Service” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Live Forever (Ch.1) (Judgement Day x Fem Reader (F/S/A)

-Summary: Human!Reader comes into the WWE as Hunter's personal assistant. During one of Hunter's meetings with Vamp!Rhea, Vamp!Damian, Vamp!Dom, and Demon!Finn, JD and Reader take an instant liking to one another. (Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual sex, budding poly relationship, sex in the workplace, biting, slight bloodplay.)

(Read Ch. 1 of “Live Forever” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Idea: Liv Morgan x Ruby Soho (F)

-Summary: Liv asks Ruby why Ruby fell in love with her. (Tags/TWs: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort.) I believe I wrote this prompt a long time ago and now I can't find it. So I figured it'd be fun to rewrite something similar!)

•Idea: Mercedes Mone x Fem. Reader (F/S)

-Summary: Mercedes loves to spoil her girl as often as she can, so they decide to take Mercedes' new limo for a spin. (Tags/TWs: 18+, sugar mommy!Mercedes😼, oral sex, begging, sex in a limo.)

•MJF x Fem. Reader x Baron Corbin (S)

-Summary: Max and Corbs like to share everything. Including their girlfriend. (Tags/TWs: 18+, threesome, sex in a private jet, name-calling, biting, fingering, daddy kink, consensual kink.)

(Read “Mile High Club” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•MJF x Fem. Reader x Wardlow (S)

-Summary: Max, Reader, and Wardlow are all living together for the week while reader’s apartment is being repaired... (Tags/TWs: 18+, thigh riding, dirty talk, Dom/Sub undertones, threesome.)

(Read “Three’s Company” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Rhea Ripley x Fem. Reader (F and a little bit S)

-Summary: Rhea and Reader are an on-screen couple. So of course, Reader "jokingly" offers to “practice" their kissing for if the necessity arises. (Tags/TWs: first kiss, flirting, onscreen relationship turns very real.)

(Read “First Kiss” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Roman Reigns x Fem Reader x Damian Priest (S)

-Summary: Reader enters Liberación looking for stress relief and light smut ensues. (Tags/TWs: 18+, voice kink, , first time kinkster, simultaneous praise and humiliation kink, consensual kink) within the Liberación world)

(Read “Voices like Honey” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Roman Reigns x Male Reader (S)

-Summary: (Requested) Roman and Male Reader have some fun of their own in the ring after everyone’s gone for the night. (Tags/TWs: 18+, established relationship, anal sex, consensual sex in public, soft!Ro.)

(Read “Outta the Spotlight” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Idea: Seth x Fem. Reader (S)

-Summary: Reader comes over while Seth’s sister-reader’s bff- isn’t home.

(Tags/TWs: best friend’s brother, Reader is in her mid 20’s, consensual sex, doggy style, hint of exhibitionism, biting (if you blink).

(Read “BFB” on Tumblr & Ao3)

* WIP/Series Updates:

-Liberación (Chapter 6 &7/?)

(Main Pairing(s): Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Drew McIntyre/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley) (S/F/A)

(Read “Liberación” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Primed for Sin (Chapter 2/2) (Pairing(s): Werewolf!Roman Reigns/Sex Demon!Reader/Werewolf!Baron Corbin/Vamp!Drew McIntyre) (S)

(Read “Primed for Sin” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Brats Have More Fun (Chapter 2/?) (Misc. Pairings) (S/F/A)

(Read “Brats Have More Fun” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-As Fate Would Have It (Chapter 6/?) (Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre x OFC) (S/F/A)

(Read “As Fate Would Have It” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Lock & Key (Chapter 5/?) (Main Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre x OFC) (S/F/A)

-Sweet Dreams (Chapter 2/2)

(Main Pairings: PT. 1: Roman Reigns/Reader, PT.2: Jey Uso/Reader) (S/F)

(Read “Sweet Dreams” on Tumblr & Ao3)

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gothbass · 1 month

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One Of Us (Pt. 5)

★ Rhea Ripley x [afab] Reader

Warnings: flirtatious teasing, fluff.

Word count: 728.

“Speaking of which, we should head over there,” Rhea suggests.

“You already made the reservation?” you ask.

“Of course I did, now come on. I'd like to get there before the rain starts coming down.” Rhea holds the door open for you both to depart the bar.

“Looks like it's too late for that,” you state.

“Looks like we'll both be getting wet.”

You freeze as you're taken aback, but continue onward just as fast. “I’ve always wanted to be sopping wet from the rain,” you add sarcastically.

Rhea responds with a light laugh. “Yeah? I can make you wetter.”

“Ooh,” you laugh, “I’d love to see you try.”

The entire fifty minutes of the walk to the hotel was enchanted by teasing—back and forth between you both. After those moments of a lifetime, you both arrive at your designation.

As soon as you both head inside the hotel room, you collapse on the bed out of fatigue.

“Exhausted already?” Rhea asks. “Cute.”

You'd respond if you could form the words, but you're unfortunately unable to.

“I’m gonna go take a quick shower; So don't do anything mischievous while I'm preoccupied, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you attempt to not sound as fatigued as you actually are.

“You should rest up in the meantime,” she starts, “and that’s an order.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I wouldn’t go that route if I were you.”

“Aww, how come?”

“Just…don’t… Rest up, darling.”

With that, she walks away. You make yourself comfortable but fail to fall asleep. Soon enough, the sun begins to set. You back yourself up against the headboard, attempting to escape the sudden heat in the room.

By dusk, you've gone almost completely topless just to escape the heatwave. Not only is there a little heatwave within the vicinity, your face is flushed as ever—which Rhea notices as she walks back over to you.

“You alright?” she asks, having stopped in her tracks as soon as she noticed.

Yet, as soon as she walked back, the heat had disappeared—leaving you with nothing but shivers. Given so, you decide to put your top back on. Before you can, Rhea grabs ahold of your wrist and joins you on the bed—just to hover over your body.

[might be — daniel.mp3]

Looking up into her eyes, a nearby lamp illuminates you both. The blue of her eyes that tended to closely resemble a frozen lake now resembles deep waters—due to the dimness of the room. Feeling her gaze on you, you feel a warm sense of comfort. A sense you haven't felt for a while. Almost subconsciously, you wrap your arms around her. She smiles a little and does the same.

The moment you close your eyes, relaxed, Rhea presses a soft kiss to the top of your nose. Your eyes open again, and you remove your arms from around her to cup her face. Her eyes widen a little as you do so, but is soon replaced with a content smile. Insofar that she holds back a happy laugh. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully and smile as well.

[growing apart — a vow]

The night is peaceful. There's not a care in the world that could go through your mind. The lighting is perfect. The hotel room is perfect. The temperature is perfect. The view through the window is perfect. Everything is perfect. You're perfect. And by now, you realize Rhea’s perfect. This blissful moment seems to last for an eternity; though—the night slowly passes on by. Rhea moves over by your side.

[the brightside of things — a vow]

She raises a hand to cup your face, and looks at you with pure adoration. The tip of her thumb glides over your lips, and so does her gaze. In time, you find yourself engulfed in a kiss so passionate, it could compare to the Peshtigo Fire of 1871.

The kiss lasts for a few long and heavenly moments before she backs away and buries her head by your neck. She wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles into you.

Though vampires tend to have one lifelong partner, you wonder if this could be one of them. You reminisce for a few moments before deciding that this could become a shot in the dark. Soon enough, midnight draws to an end as you both drift away into your subconscious.

[Series Masterlist]

Part 6

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hauntingtherosebush · 2 years

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Dark/JD Rhea Ripley x fem!reader Word count -> 3.5k Warnings -> just a little a spicy towards the end but nothing explicit AN -> hi hi!! The Vampire!Rhea fic is turning out to be longer than what I had originally planned so I've put it on hold until I figure out where it's going but it will be out as soon as I can possibly get it out. Until then enjoy this little thing that came into my head.

You weren't sure how it started. You see you had been moved to RAW months ago but had been kept backstage while creative got a storyline prepared. You were friendly with anyone and everyone, quickly finding your friendships with Becky Lynch, Liv Morgan and Rhea Ripley, just to name a few. The girls had immediately taken you under their wings. Rhea was very quiet when you arrived but slowly opened up and accepted your friendship.

She was amazing while you were getting ready for your debut, giving constructive criticism during training and guiding you through how it all worked which was very different from where you were before. While you enjoyed your days wrestling with her, you didn't want to be put in a tag team with her. You were very aware of how Rhea was in the ring, both as a face and a heel, and while brutality became her middle name you didn't want to be on the end of it if anything went wrong.

Over the next 2-3 months, they slowly introduced you to the ring and soon you were in the main event. You were having the time of your life and quickly became a fan favourite. After a match gone sideways, Rhea had made you an unofficial ally after she protected you from a definite hospital trip and time off. The fans saw how close you two were and wanted more of it. However, when Rhea brought the topic up one night over dinner you froze.

You wanted nothing more than to work with her everyday but you knew that sooner or later there would be betrayal from either one of you and you let your concerns be known. The look on her face broke your heart and is something you'd never forget but she said she understood and it was never explicitly talked about much after that.

Rhea went quiet like she was when you first arrived at the company but she was almost avoiding you entirely. You were lucky if you saw her once a week which was a huge difference from the daily outings you once had. You missed her, you couldn't deny that. It felt like your friendship was taking a different path but before you had time to explore it, everything just stopped. Then it happened.

Holding the shocked and upset girl in your arms you held an even more shocked expression. Just when everything was going so well between Liv and Rhea, she stabbed Liv in the back. You’d seen heel Rhea from clips you came across on social media but now you were experiencing it and poor Liv had just been at the hands of the Nightmare. The clips made you uneasy but in person it was terrifying. The act never stopped. Even when there were 100% no cameras around, Rhea was marching around backstage like she was a god.

And she was to some degree. She knew that.

Liv’s breathing started to slow as she forced herself to calm down so she could speak. Moving her head from your neck she blinked the tears away and looked at you. “I’ve never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has.” She stayed quiet, watching your reaction. Seeing your confusion Liv chuckled but it wasn’t as happy as she intended it to be.

“Usually the second she gets backstage she just goes back to her bubbly self but she’s like a whole new person. I don’t know what they have planned for her but it better be worth having to put up with that storm cloud.” You snorted at her comparison. She was like a storm now. The one that rolls through town with no warning and devastates everything in its path.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. She shall appear.

In a blind rage upon seeing her walking towards you two, you gently pushed Liv off you and jumped up onto your feet making sure the woman was behind you. Rhea walked with an air that you couldn’t quite describe. To see the woman who you looked up to and loved act like this merciless monster was something that you never thought you’d check off the bingo card. As she came to a stop in front of you, Liv grabbed your ankle either to stop you or comfort herself but that was enough to set you off.

“What the fuck are you doing Rhea?” You pushed her shoulders with as much force as your heart would allow but she didn't stumble. She looked amused. As if she had planned it and knew that would be your reaction.

You pounded her chest and your words became mumbles as your mouth couldn't keep up with your brain and the adrenaline rush from the initial anger quickly wore off. Your hands rested on her chest as you stared at her boots, feeling every emotion under the sun rush through your body.

Rhea grabbed your hands off of her chest but didn't let go. She studied your face with a tilted head and an eerie unreadable expression. As she stared into your eyes, you held eye contact, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of looking away. Puffing out some resemblance of a tired scoff, you cleared your throat and hoped your voice came out steady.

“Why’d you do it Rhea?”

It was barely a whisper but you knew she heard it as her face twitched. You saw a slight glimmer of the woman you once knew but it was gone as quickly as it came. She let go of your hands and licked her lips, “What’s a little torture between friends? Ey Liv?” She glanced at the woman who was still sitting on the floor behind you causing you to move into her line of sight and get her attention back on you. Rhea smirked and stood up straight. “I’ll see you in the ring princess.” Patting the top of your head, she turned on her heels, taking herself off to god knows where.

Liv stood up and grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face her. You tilted your head quizzically but she only gave a tight lipped smile and you both stood in silence, taken aback. Rhea had just had everything out for Liv but her interest seems to be elsewhere now. You hadn't actively done anything to annoy or threaten her so why are you the new target?

Grabbing onto Liv’s hands you felt the tears you had been holding back begin to fall. You dropped to your knees and Liv fell with you supporting some of your weight so as to not hurt yourself. The tears falling faster than you could wipe them away. The sudden stress pushing on your chest.

Becky had seen and heard the entire confrontation and was making herself known upon seeing you fall and Liv’s frantic expression; eyes darting around the hallway. Her footsteps quickened as she got closer and dropped down beside you. The air was thick with tension and anxiety. You could hear them talking but you were too stuck in your own head to care to listen to what they were saying.

“I can’t do this. I physically can't do this, she's at an advantage in basically everything,” you felt the blood drain from your face as you glanced at the two women, lips twitching as you choose your next words carefully. “She's going to destroy me.”

Liv couldn’t look you in the eyes knowing that you would most likely befall the same fate as she had. However Becky was having none of it. She gently clutched your face, forcing you to look at her.

“Hey now, don't talk like that. I overheard the big guys talkin’ and the match is next Monday. I’m not booked for next week so if you want we can train together. It wouldn't be very nice of me to keep all the secrets to myself would it?” You appreciated her attempts to lighten the mood and you gave a sad smile but accepted her offer nonetheless. If you were going to have any real chance of surviving Rhea, you would need all the help you could get and who better to get said help from than the GOAT herself. “Ok, good. Go get cleaned up, the pair o’ ya, and go relax. We’ll start tomorrow.”

And that’s how you ended up with a week of gruelling coaching. Becky had taken it very seriously and was not going easy on you which you were thankful for but it still sucked. You both knew you had no strength advantages against the beast of a woman that Rhea was so Becky decided to focus on your speed. If you were quick then maybe you could escape a majority of her attacks, or at least the damaging ones.

“Again!” Her voice rang through the gym as she got ready to beat you once more. Using the ropes to pull yourself up, you stood and looked at the Irish woman, a hellish fire burning in her eyes. A want to help you succeed. A need to see you succeed. Before you could get your mind back in the game, she was on you. You sidestepped her attack and grabbed her arm, using her momentum to throw her into the ropes and deliver a clothesline.

Becky hit the ring floor with a thud and groaned at the impact on her back but shook it off and immediately went to attack you again. She grabbed your ankles and pulled as hard as her prone position would allow and you joined her on the floor. Your eyes widened and you started clawing at your neck as Becky put you in a chokehold.

“Escape it or tap Y/N!” Her arm tightened to put more pressure on you to make a decision as her legs wrapped around your waist. All you could think about was Rhea. You couldn’t give her the pleasure of tapping, not after what she did. With your sight beginning to blur, you took hold of her arm and began to attempt to wiggle out but it was no use in the position she had you in.

Nearing unconsciousness, Becky let you go, seeing that you weren’t going to tap out. She held your weight as you lay against her, emotionally and physically tired. “Hey.” Moving your gaze to her, she gave a concerned look only a mother could give and you felt like you were getting scolded. Sensing your discomfort she dropped her voice to a whisper, “You can’t be doin that in the ring tonight. Rhea is much stronger than me and she won't let you breathe like I did.” You knew she was right but this was personal and your ego wasn’t having it.

The older woman sighed, having an internal debate on whether she wanted to say what she had on her mind. “I get the feeling that this hasn't been put out to air but I see the way you look at her. How you used to be with each other. You can't let those emotions get in the way of the match and your safety. If anyone knows about letting personal business follow you into the ring, it's me. If you need to tap, then tap. No one's gonna hate ya for it. Just keep your guard up around her.”

She took a pause before smiling, genuine and warm. “For what it's worth, I hope this blows over quick and you figure that shit out. It’s weird not seeing you around each other back here.” You could only nod as you listened to her and mentally took notes. Were you and Rhea that obvious together that other people noticed but not yourselves? You added that to the list of questions to ask her when this was over. If it was ever going to end.

After around 10 minutes of basking in the silence that fell over you, Becky got up and helped you up too, pulling you into a tight hug. One of her hands cupped the back of your head as she whispered in your ear, “We’ll be there for you. You can do this.” She squeezed your shoulder before walking away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the ring. A feeling that you wanted to get acquainted with sooner rather than later as you suspected this wouldn't be the last time you were going to be in this position.

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Standing face to face with her made your skin crawl. Her fixed stare was uncomfortable. Her eyes looked near black as her pupils were dilated so much as she waited to get ripped into you. She looked like a starved animal and you were very much feeling like her prey.

The bell rang and she started circling you but never got too close. She was taunting you, willing you to make the first move. So you did. You jumped into her personal space but jumped back as quickly as you had advanced avoiding as she lashed out at you. She snarled as you provoked her and as you looked into her eyes you knew you wouldn't be making it out of this match unscathed.

The match started out strong on your end but it was to no avail. You ended up on the ring floor, staring up at the woman as she yelled and hit you. Forcing your torso forward, your head connected with hers, sending her stumbling. You were exhausted and hurt. Rhea was showing you no mercy just like Becky had said. You couldn’t do this for much longer. Going against everything the Irish woman had said earlier, you gathered every piece of personal baggage you had with Rhea, keeping it in the front of your head.

Feeling confident with your ability to get into the woman's head, you slowly got to your feet and watched as Rhea kneeled in the middle of the ring, shaking off the headbutts. You knew you would need to get close to her for this to work. 5 minutes passed of back and forth attacks before you finally saw your opportunity.

As she ran at you like a bull seeing red you prepared yourself for the contact. You didn't put any effort to fully move out of the way, just enough so it didn’t look suspicious to anyone watching but you knew Rhea saw something was off. You yelped as your back hit the floor with a bang and bounced slightly with the force of Rhea’s body. She sat on your thighs and grabbed your hands, pushing them down on your torso; ensuring you couldn't move until she wanted you to. If you didn't know that you were opaque, you would be convinced Rhea was staring at the floor with the way she was glaring at you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, making sure the cameras definitely couldn't hear what you were about to say, “What happened to you? Us? Did it mean anything to you at all? Or am I just another pawn for you now?” Something resembling sympathy fell upon the woman, face softening before she started smirking. “Darling, your effort is commendable. Really. But you should stop before you get hurt.”

The smile that spread across her face sent a chill down your spine. She suddenly stood tugging you up with her. Before you had time to register your surroundings being upright you were thrown back to the floor in her infamous riptide. She leaned down, not putting you in a pin but getting close to your ear. “You're more like me than you realise. How long do you think it’ll be before they see it too?.” Ignoring the shouts of Edge she pulled back, “Join me.” Taking one final glance at you she walked out of the ring, letting her offer hang in the air and leaving the WWE universe very taken aback at her abrupt exit.

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As soon as the locker room door closed behind you, you started tearing your gear off. You just needed it off. After abandoning the clothes on the floor at your locker you made your way to the showers. What the hell was going on? Edge didn't look impressed with Rhea’s actions but she didn't seem to care that much.

However, you were much more interested in her parting words. She said “me”. That's what confused you. Every time they've been trying to recruit they say us, join us but she said me. That couldn't have been a mistake. Rhea didn't make mistakes. Demi, yes but Rhea no; that's not how she was made to be. You'd have to ask someone later if they heard anything strange.

Turning the water on, steam started to fill the room as you put a random playlist on your phone. You wanted to go home and end this day as soon as you could. Standing under the stream you ran your fingers through your hair letting it get wet. The water started to run down your back as you dropped your head and stared at the floor, watching the water flow into the drain.

“What are ya thinking about mate?” The voice startled you and you turned on your heels seeing the woman who put you on your ass leaning against the door frame. She seemed much calmer now and didn't look like she wanted to fight. A smirk fell on her lips as her eyes began to roam your body, making you remember where you were. You quickly turned back around to keep some of your modesty intact. Although she'd already seen everything, it was more for your own peace of mind.

“Oh come on, it's rude not to look at someone when you talk to them.” You didn’t need to look at her to know she was smiling like the cheshire cat, you could hear it in her voice. She was shameless. There were footsteps before she stopped, still a little ways away. “Have you thought about my offer?”

You knew this was coming. “A little.” You couldn't lie to her, she'd know. “But?” You just sighed, shaking your head, returning your gaze to the floor. She was standing behind you now, within arms reach but still she held back. “What you said earlier, got me thinking. It was stupid of me to brush you aside but that’s why I want you to join me.”

“What's the catch?” You didn't know this Rhea and you certainly didn’t know Edge but you figured they wouldn't be past playing dirty to get what they want. You could feel her step into your personal space, the heat radiating from her. Her breath hitting your neck. “No catch sweetheart. I just want you by my side.” She paused as she took one last step forward, placing her hands on your hips.

“I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, the choice to work with us, not against us. Against me. Unless you want to be thrown across the ring a couple more times.” One of her hands softly ran up your back, tracing patterns with her nail. “These bruises look like they hurt like a bitch. I wouldn't want to make them worse hm? Wouldn't be very pretty.” Her hand snaked back down as she nuzzled into your neck, “and I like pretty.”

Rhea pulled you out of the water's path and into her, not caring that you were leaving wet patches where your bodies connected. One arm wrapped around your waist as her other hand pushed the hair away. You shivered as she grazed her teeth against the shell of your ear. “I want them to see you how I see you, because they have no idea what you’re really capable of. Do they?”

Your breath hitched as she licked a stripe up your neck. “No.” Her hands trailed higher, up the faint lines on your abdomen stopping just before she reached your chest. Her breathing was heavy, the woman just as worked up as you were. “That's right sweetheart, they don't see you like I do. Join me. Come and kneel by my side.”

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The pins and needles were beginning to burn up your legs and your knees were getting sore.

Sitting in the same position for an extended period of time was starting to affect you. The boots of the woman standing behind you were digging into your butt. She hadn't been joking.

You don't know how she got Edge to agree but here you were kneeling on the floor by her feet like a pet. The floor was looking extremely interesting as you kept your head down, as per their instructions for this promo. The fans were bound to know that it was you but they needed to build a story for your sudden attendance. You were zoning in and out but still weren’t paying attention to anything they were saying.

Large hands gripped your shoulders and you resisted the urge to look up at her. “I'm sure you're all curious about our little guest here. All in good time. We are growing. Your Judgement Day is coming.” There was movement then the lights turned on, making you squint in the once dark room. Tapping your shoulder, you finally looked up at Rhea; watching as she smiled at you. She felt proud of herself for finally getting you on her side.

“You look good in my colours.”

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the lady from the north i

– Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x f! Stark reader. – Summary: After the death of her husband, y/n has to face situations that take her to the extreme of emotions, among them an unexpected pregnancy and the reunion with her childhood friend and love. – Warnings: anger, sadness, angst, death mentions, unwanted pregnancy, reader have secret feelings for daemon, f! stark. – Word count: 3.2k – Rated: Yes (but mistakes can happen, sorry for that) – Author’s notes: I would like to thank everyone for reading my first writing on this social network, I have been preparing for this for a while and it finally happened, I hope you enjoy this tale with the vampire prince. Also, I apologize to the natives of the English language, unfortunately, this is not my mother tongue, but with my brief knowledge I brought something different to my life and that can amuse them too. Constructive comments are welcome.

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At a certain point in his friendship with Daemon Targaryen and young Y/n Stark, she developed feelings, even if unconsciously, for his friend that could come to risk their futures as representatives of their houses. However, Y/n's intention was at least to say what he felt before leaving to the north with his brother, however, a piece of news disturbed the young woman's clothes, Daemon was going to marry Rhea Royce in a few weeks. What difference would it make to hide your feelings at this point in the game? On the way back to Winterfell she remained silent and spoke briefly with her lady-in-waiting about dresses and other feminine vanities.

However the years passed and in the same way Y/n also started her marriage with a lord of House Greyjoy, the union provided good times for the husband and not much for the girl who during the various attempts to give an heir husband ended up failing. in all, but here was the Stark girl crying in front of the body of the deceased after an unsuccessful voyage in unknown waters. Throughout the day many passed by paying condolences to the widow who just waved and continued to look down at the deceased body.

"Lady. The masters are here to take the body, I can stay by your side if you want.” You smile in thanks to Elianne, your lady.

“So I wish Elianne, thank you for your consideration.”

As the walk took place towards the mound where the deceased Greyjoys are laid to rest the crying could be heard by many people, especially Y/n. What would become of a girl with a dead husband and carrying a possible heir in her womb? It could mean power, securing a position, and even protection, but for Stark it represented loneliness. Having a child was something that prevented a widow from getting married, and it could also be interpreted as an interest in taking what belonged to the husband's family. All this whirlwind of thoughts coupled with an ache in her belly brought the lady to a sudden stop, startling her lady who quickly threw her arms around her.

"Lady Stark talk to me."

"Just...take me to that fallen log, please." You ask while feeling pain in your abdomen increase. “I feel some pain and it is getting more intense.” Your lady walks quickly to where you want, holding her body tightly."Stay here for a second ma'am, I'm going to meet for help." The lady carefully assists you to sit on the log.

At that moment the crowd arrived at the burial place. The moment her lady walked away and returned to the Greyjoy family stronghold, Y/n could finally breathe as she allowed the tears to leave her eyes and run down her face, the girl's greatest wish is that in that act they could take all worries away. once and for all, however, this was not reality. Y/n Stark was a woman and she needed to stand her ground even if it could cost her her happiness.

While keeping her eyes closed, focused on her breath and tears, the young woman didn't notice the approach of some people behind her.

“Y/n.”

Those words made her freeze in that place even though it was far from Winterfell and winter had even begun. After so long he still managed to move her heart as deeply as possible, after all, he was not just any man, he was the love of her life. Many would think that their union would be one of the strongest possible, a dragon and a wolf, even if ironic this animal partnership the dexterity of the nature of each one seemed to work in their favor.

“We came to help you return to your dormitory, my lady, Prince Daemon offered assistance if necessary.” As her lady spoke her eyes remained on the ocean in front of her, not bothering to look back. "Madam?"

“I'm fine Elaine. It was just a malaise.” Her answer surprised the young woman who had come to help her. "I appreciate your availability my prince, but it will no longer be needed." You answer as you get up.

“I see that time has passed, but your attitudes remain the same,” Daemon responds with an amused tone on his lips. "However, allow me to help you, my lady."

My lady.

Surely hearing those words at this moment gave you mixed feelings, it was sweet and purely true if it was said by someone other than the young Targaryen. Before he could respond to her comment, another pain settled in her belly, this time more intense and painful, bringing a low moan from her lips. In an attempt to relieve the pressure Y/N sought support and his arms went to his lady who was starting to make an effort to hold all her weight a little stronger now. It hurt and it wasn't easy, was it a curse sent by her late husband seeing how she felt next to Daemon at his wake? May the gods have him but that would be more proof that she was free from that damned man.

"Prince." The lady caught Daemon's attention. "I know that my lady, you do not want your help, but I fear I cannot support your body."

"Elianne, we're going to make it, just take my..." Before he could even finish his speech, another one thrust into her belly came, causing unbearable pain throughout her body, and scaring the two who were there. “My brother, take me to my brother Daemon.” You begged. "Please."

Daemon quickly picked up Y/n on his lap and set off towards the Greyjoy family castle and starting the search for the brother of the woman in his arms. Those who were at the burial ceremony seemed more interested in what happened to the woman than to the body that departed from the world, however, no one dared to ask, whisper, or go to meet the young woman, the biggest doubt was the what Daemon Targaryen did at the burial of a deceased of House Greyjoy and why he had Y/n Stark in his arms.

“Did she get like this all of a sudden?”

“I don't know, my lord, as we walked up the mound for the burial of the deceased, and then she asked me to have a seat. I have already run to you by now to help find Lord Targaryen along the way.”

"She never changes, especially with a child in her womb."

Gradually Y/n's awareness came back along with his perception of voices around, it was a brief conversation between his lady and brother, probably about his current state that was now discovered by some people. However, she seemed to feel relieved, as if that earlier worry had just turned to dust in the immensity of her thoughts. When he felt good enough to open his eyes to the sight he received it was of Rickon on his right side and his lady standing by the bedroom doorway. In an attempt to sit down and find a position that would favor her, a silent murmur left her lips, attracting the attention of the one next to her.

"Be a careful sister," Rickon says the instant you make the first moves. “You may be strong, but now is not the time to try so hard.”

“My back hurts Rick. Put a pillow, please.” You ask while resting your right arm over your brother's shoulder. Quickly the brother does what is asked of him seeking the comfort of his sister.

"Gentlemen, if I may, I will prepare a meal for you now that you are awake," Elianne speaks briefly as she heads towards the exit. "Excuse me."

By closing the door that lady knew she would allow the necessary privacy for the brothers, especially given the latest events involving the youngest. However, it took a long time for the silence to leave the room and for a conversation about Y/n's current state to begin.

“Did you know about the pregnancy?” Rickon initiates the conversation.

"Yea." You say looking into his eyes. “I had confirmations a few days ago when my second moon failed and my husband found himself sailing after anything he could bring home and call a discovery.”

"Shit. Such a thing cannot be hidden or omitted Y/n. You know your obligations to a lady, don't start acting rebellious now."

“A lady who did not give her husband heirs while she was alive and who after she dies has an heir. It seems to me reason enough to be silent on the matter.” Rickon shuts up and takes a deep breath at his statement. "Don't act like that Rick, you know damn well that family was only interested in the shared assets of our house and nothing else."

“Anyway, now a solution needs to be given to this.”

“Don't you dare marry me to some lord for that one to be considered a bastard son. Furthermore, this is my son as well as the only innocent in this story.” “Pois então resolva do seu jeito. Estou apenas agindo da forma como acho correto, não é fácil para ninguém.” Rickon abaixa seu olhar à irmã, visto que neste momento ele se encontrava em pé.

“It would have been easier if you had let me die old and alone. That way you wouldn't have to worry so much. "

"I don't…" His brother sighs closer to the bed. “I'll think about it better and find a solution so I don't harm you. Until then, let’s avoid the subject.” Says Rick putting himself next to Y/n again.

For a while, the brother remained beside his sister, just there lightly stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her even more with all the calm in the world. Rickon and Y/n's relationship was healthy, lively, and protective, since they were young, both played an important role in each other's lives, especially when it involved politics, after all, it's not easy to give an opinion or give an affirmative answer, often who solved it. the final word was Y/n to the surprise and disapproval of many gentlemen, after all the idea of having women leaders was not at all well regarded by society.

The hope of voice and government for women would come with the ceremony of introducing Rhaenyra Targaryen as heir to the Iron Throne, Y/n thought that there might finally be a chance for something to happen to favor women, but the uncertainties and fears of what could happen to the future queen showed, even more, the fear and repression suffered by the female sex. As the young Stark thought about the ceremony she began to wonder what happened between the king and his brother for the title to be taken from him, as children he told the young girl that if he were king he would order everyone to obey him under any circumstances as she said that if she had the opportunity to be queen, she would do her best to get closer to her people and help with whatever was necessary. Opposite values, but that for years warmed and strengthened Daemon and Y/n's friendship, almost like fire and ice.

As she thought about her next actions, the young woman disconnected from her thoughts when a knock on the door distracted her and her brother's attention. It would probably be Elianne with the meal ready, but they both couldn't be sure if Rickon went to open the door and welcome whoever wanted to enter the place. Most likely, the brother was surprised by the figure in front of him, at that time he thought that the young Targaryen was far from the Iron Islands.

"Can I see her?" You hear the prince questioning.

"She's still recovering, be brief." His brother responds as he makes room on his side for Daemon to enter his room.

"Lady Greyjoy." He says the same as he slightly lowers his head in a gesture of respect. “My condolences for your recent loss, may the gods have the soul of your late husband.”

"Lady Stark now, my prince." Daemon raises his gaze to her face as he hears her answer. “As I said, my husband passed away and I have no heirs who can guarantee me this title.”

"Certainly in a few months, it will come into the world, whether it's a boy or a girl."

At the same moment, his look of confidence changes to anger towards Rickon, how had he known that? He couldn't allow Daemon to stay in the room while he was examined, it was revolting to even think about that possibility.

"As you know?" You question your brother more than Daemon himself. "He was worried about your condition sister, thank you for being there when the pain intensified."Rickon responde caminhando em sua direção. “E quanto ao saber da notícia eu disse, ele estava próximo do quarto e na hora acabei por agir de maneira inesperada.”

"Call my lady and leave the Rickon room."

"Sister I'm sorry, I didn't know this would bother you..."

"Go Rick, leave me alone and away from possible gossip as soon as possible." Having said that, his gaze was directed to Daemon who remained still looking in his direction. "Take my brother's cue and go out with him too." You caress the area in your belly that was starting to start new pains.

"If I may, I wish to remain in your company until your lady arrives." Suggests the man with a discreet smile on his lips, but noticed by Y/n.

"Whatever. Just be silent until then.” With those words the matter was closed, Rickon left the room and headed towards his sister's lady-in-waiting and Daemon walked to the chair on the left side of the bed, settling himself there.

When he noticed Daemon's proximity to his bed, Y/n closed his eyes in an attempt to avoid talking to the prince for as long as necessary, however, he was afraid that at some point something would be said and there would start an unhealthy conversation for both of them. If this scene had been happening a few years ago, without the part of Mr. Greyjoy's death and pregnancy, she would have been honored and happy, however, reality needs to be faced really and truthfully. The wood crackled and Daemon's heavy breathing hovered around Y/n's thoughts and when she least noticed she found herself remembering the last time they talked, it was something like today.

"Are you just going to pretend I'm not here?" asked Daemon.

“I was thinking about our friendship, especially our last conversation.” Still, with your eyes closed, you were talking to your old friend.

“Yes. I vividly remember awaiting your return to King’s Landing for the annual tournament in celebration of my niece’s birthday.” He responds briefly. "But I don't remember keeping your word, Lady Stark."

“I believed you would not participate that year given your recent marriage, my prince.”

“On the contrary, I used the opportunity and left the valley at that very moment to return to my family.” As he responds to her statement Daemon lifts his body over the chair, causing the chair to move even closer to the bed. “And see my friend again.”

“We both have opposite thoughts, correct?” At this moment you decide to open your eyes and face Daemon for the first time, not even when you felt the unease you bothered to look so closely at the young prince. “With everything here we are talking, years later and he still feels angry about it.”

Daemon chuckled sarcastically at her comment. “What makes you think I'm angry? My wish was for you to stand by my side at my wedding and so…” He paused as he twirled the ring on his little finger. “And so fulfill, together, our promise.”

He still remembered.

Y/n's mind repeated as she tried to find words to respond to her old friend.

“A wolf got your tongue, Lady Stark? I thought I had the answer to everything at the tip of my tongue.” Daemon jokes when he notices Y/n's reaction to his speech.

“I remember our promise Daemon. But faced with an order from the king, I don't think we would have much to say.”

"You are wrong." Daemon leans his body until he can easily place his hand over Y/n's. “The king is my brother, you are a Stark. We could have talked and shown my brother and his brother the positives in our union.”

“However, we did nothing.” You pull your hand down to your belly. "At least for my part, I didn't do anything."

“I much less.” Murmurs Daemon.

"What did you say?"

Before the answer was given by Daemon the door opened and there was Rickon accompanied by Elianne with a tray in his hand. It smells like vegetable soup, an essential dish to regain strength and a better mood when you are sick. With the Young lady’s entrance into Y/n's room, the young man realized that it would be his cue to return to his house, he came intending to resolve matters from his past, but he ended up making the situation even more difficult.

“I look forward to seeing you at King's Landing for my niece's coronation. Lady Stark.” Daemon says as he stands beside her.

"Thank you for the invitation, my lord, I hope we can meet again at another time." His eyes meet Daemon's, but some droplets end up getting in the way of his vision. “May your return be peaceful and safe.”

"My lady." Give thanks while performing a reference in front of your bed.

“See you later Daemon.” Once again Y/n hid the truth and chose to remain silent in order not to harm either side, after all, as long as the child in her womb did not come into the world, it would be impossible to choose what to do with complete certainty, especially when Daemon came to her to charge her for her promise. The promise that together they would be husband and wife.

Prince and Princess in Dragonstone.

– Note: there will be a second part eventually but I would like your opinion on this possibility. What do you think?

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Can we get a vampire! Rhea Ripley x reader smut ??

I don't really write supernatural-type stuff where it isn't already. Not on Tumblr at least.

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itsrheasgirl · 7 months

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ONLY YOURS

VAMPIRE!RHEA X READER

ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ - ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏꜱᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇʟɪꜱꜱᴀ ᴄᴏᴍʙꜱ (ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ)

WORD COUNT: 11,042

SUMMARY: IT HAD BEEN DAYS SINCE RHEA HAD BEEN ABLE TO FEED. LUCKY FOR HER YOUR NIGHT OUT WITH YOUR SORORITY SISTERS WAS ABOUT TO BE THE ANSWER TO HER PROBLEM.

TW: Choking, Fingering, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Blood Consumption.

A new nightclub. With its dim lighting, dark corners and smoky atmosphere; it was easy to lurk unnoticed when needed. The perfect place to hide in the shadows and not have to acknowledge the people around you. But that wasn’t always the case; as Rhea was about to find out.

Callus fingers gripped tightly around the crystal that housed rich amber liquid as Rhea’s sapphire gaze scanned the vicinity of her table, her spine pressing firmly into the cushion of her booth as she exhaled a disgruntled sign from her nostrils. It had been days since she had fed, she hadn’t had a moment alone since getting on the plane to work a few days prior and things were getting desperate. The ache in her gums had become excruciating and she wasn’t entirely sure how she was keeping it together.

The bar was packed to the nines with belligerent men who’s only goal was to fuck anything that moved, the occasional sober loser who’d lost a bet and been deemed the designated driver and a hand full of bachelorette parties filled with overly drunk females just looking for an excuse to make out with a stranger. It wasn’t like she was short for something to snack on, but her shimmering hues traveled the entire perimeter of the bar and she saw nothing but a mass of unappetizing obstacles that stood in her way of feeding on what she truly desired.

You didn’t like going out in public; in fact you would much rather be at home with a book and a large glass of red wine than crammed into a tiny nightclub with a ocean of complete strangers and yet here you were. Standing in the smoke pit of the only decent place to drink in town as your best friend Hanna puffed grey smoke from her lips like a chimney.

“Look either you stop acting like I ruined your night, or you don’t, but either way we are getting shit faced. Got it? You owe me.”

Inhaling another long pull from the white stick perched within her fingers till her lungs were full, you waited patiently for the recoil of smoke to cloud the sky before you and for her to speak again. She wasn’t wrong, you did owe her but you didn’t ever expect her to cash in on it.

“I made out with half the girl’s in the sorority to get you in, so suck it up and show them that your were fucking worth it.”

An impish cackle parted Hanna lip’s as slender fingers moved forward to offer the cigarette in your direction, her perfectly manicured brows arch skyward as she gives you a swift up and down. You didn’t want to change yourself to fit in at school, but she was unfortunately right. If you wanted to fit in, you had to follow the rules.

Swallowing a small pool of saliva that had pooled on your tongue, you reach out and generously accept the cigarette into your own grasp. Just one puff, that's all you needed to do to prove yourself and after that you’d never have to smoke again. With a nervous palm, you press the small burning stick between your lips and inhale a violent breath. The heated smoke hitting the back of your throat as you instantly fought back the desire to cough.

“Fuck.”

You choke out as the gust of smog fell from your lips, the corners of cat eyed wings beginning to water as you swiftly handed back the worst decision you’d ever made. That was definitely the last time you’d do that. Giving yourself a few moments to regain your strength, you stand back upright and flash your best friend a concerned smile.

“Yeah, not a fan of that.”

You groaned before pressing your lips in a firm line, a strange tingle in your throat burning as if you’d swallowed hot coals. How was it that so many of your friends could smoke like a chimney and never suffer from such a burn? Not even ice water could soothe the fire in your throat.

You had always wished for Hanna’s confidence; ever since you were kids she had always been the social butterfly and you’d hidden yourself away indoors with your books and your stories. While boys had captivated her, fantasy had captivated you. Losing yourself in a world where anything was possible.

“And you made out with half the girl’s in the sorority because you wanted to, it had nothing to do with me and you know it.”

A small harmonious laugh parted your lips and you glanced down at the outfit you’d been forced into for the night. It hadn’t been your first choice; hell it wouldn’t have been your one hundredth choice but unfortunately, you didn’t get a choice in the matter.

“Did you have to pick something so–”

You pause for a moment, your slender fingers pulling at the hem in an attempt to make the dress seem longer, desperately trying to pull it past your knees.

“Sexy?”

Your best friend replied, not letting you finish your own sentence for fear of already knowing the answer. You’d put up a good fight as she basically painted it on you earlier that night, but you clearly weren't strong enough to save yourself from a night dressed like a dominatrix.

“I was going to say short.”

You snip, still attempting the impossible with the last two inches of your dress. You were already beginning to stress of the dribbling males that would be hanging off your every word and you hadn’t even stepped inside yet. Surely this was taking ‘you owe me one’ a little too far?

“You can’t complain, the dark red goes so well with your milky skin tone and your dark hair. You look like the damsel in distress from your vampire romance novel.”

A soft pink flush comes to your cheeks as your best friend brings up your secret shame that to this day you wish you hadn’t told her about, your heart rate dropping slightly as you compared the imagery in your head. In your mind, you looked nothing like the main female human within your stories. She was delicate like a flower, as sweet as honey and as beautiful as a sunset. You were none of those things.

“Are you done? I just want to get this over with.”

Darting your crystal gaze in the direction of the almost burn out stick, you raise your eyebrows in question and motion towards the nightclub entrance with an eager bob of your head.

“Let's go.”

- - - - -

The sweet smell of dry rose mixed with a delicate musk hit Rhea’s nostrils before you’d even set foot in the bar; the second the door opened she was drowned in your floral aroma. The small hairs that lay across her neck standing on end as her fingers tightened, the crystal glass beneath her fingertips creaking under the pressure. It was as if every smell that plagued the bar had disappeared and all that was left was you. You were tantalizing and she had to have you.

“Tequilaaaaa.”

You made it eight steps. You’d been in the bar less than ten seconds and you already wanted to leave. Your nose crinkled as you lean away from the overly loud female, keeping your line of sight on the bar. The faster you got to the alcohol the better and at least you could still have your red wine.

Sliding your palms across the slick bar top; for a split second you forget what you're wearing and lean forward on the bar to gain the bartender's attention, the cool breeze of passers by alerting you of your exposed ass cheeks as you snap back up to standing position. To the naked eye, it would have been missed, gone unnoticed by everyone and you would have gotten away with it. But a split second for humans could be stretched for hours by a vampire; it was a skill that came hand in hand with their inhuman speed.

The whites of Rhea’s eyes darkened slightly as she stared at you from her booth in the corner of the night club, the tips of her fingers turning pure white as she gripped even tighter to the tumbler in her palm. The snow white mounds peeking out from beneath rich crimson fabric had Rhea’s desire for you to increase. There was something primal deep within her that flipped like a switch the second she’d layed eyes on you, the pain in her gums and the burning under her skin like thousands of tiny matches had been lit against her already sensitive flesh. The cheeky peek at what your body looked like out of your dress had Rhea’s plump lip rolling beneath blunt pearly whites, her free palm moving from the booth before her to drag back through slicked back jet black hair.

You were like a magnet; drawing Rhea in, captivating her every sense by doing nothing but exist in the same space as her. The stale smell of old beer and wet cigarettes no longer existed in her nostrils, all she could smell was rose; sweet and fresh. It was the most beautiful smell she’d ever come across and she couldn’t wait to get her teeth into it. Quite literally.

“I’ll have a glass of red, sixteen ounces please.”

“And four shots of tequila!”

Your bestie screamed as you attempted to order your drink, her entire form bumping into you as she crashed into your side with a loud groan. You’d had a few shots before leaving the sorority house and it was becoming very clear to you what kind of drunk you’d be looking after tonight, your forearm wrapping around the shorter female's waist swiftly in hopes to keep her upright.

“Two. And a glass of water please.”

You took a worried look over in your best friend's direction as she held onto your frame, returning your focus swiftly to the bartender as he too watched over your companion with concerned hues. You had more friend’s coming, you wouldn’t have to take care of her yourself all night, but what were you supposed to do before the other arrived?

Slender fingers winding around the stem of your wine glass, your glistening hues scanning around the vicinity as you took a seat at the bar with your inebriated counterpart in tow. Why had you agreed to come out tonight? Why couldn’t have been you washing your hair? Gently crossing one toned leg over the other, you leant back against the bar to rest upon the ledge. You didn’t intend to stay out all night, but a couple of hours out of the house couldn’t be that bad right? Maybe something exciting would happen to you for once.

Rhea’s grip around her beverage had yet to relax, her entire fingers starting to lose color as she continued to hold tightly onto the tumbler. The clear glass beneath her pressure had begun to crack, hairline fractures scattering across the smooth surface as she finally retracted her palm in enough time to save herself from shattered glass littering her flesh.

She couldn’t take her eyes off you, not even for a second. The way your dark curls fell about your shoulders, your exposed collarbones and the plunge of your perked breasts, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. You had her captivated in ways that she’d never experienced before and no matter how long it took, she was going to get a taste of you.

“Drink the water, please.”

Small whimpers fell from Hanna's lips as you tried to hold the tall glass of clear liquid against them, your manicured brows knitting together as she reluctantly sipped at the refreshing liquid you so desperately wanted her to drink. She just needed to balance out what she was consuming, one glass of water per alcoholic beverage and you'd have her back on her feet in no time.

“I wanna daaaance.”

Hanna whined, her face turning away from the glass as you lowered it back down to the bar top with a soft exhale of air. Of course she wanted to dance and of course she couldn’t wait for the remainder of your group to arrive. This was supposed to be a simple night out, but it seems that reality had other plans.

Gently taking hold of her wrist, you pull Hanna in your direction and force her to look at you, her glimmering emerald hues cloaked in a pleading expression as she pouted flush lips. You couldn’t say no to her; it was the reason you were out of the house to begin with, but you weren’t a great dancer and if you could avoid it you would.

“How about you finish your water first, huh?”

Another elongated whine fell from Hanna’s lips as her faux pout grew more dramatic, her head shaking side to side with enough gusto to have her long blonde curls hit you in the face. God she was annoying, but over the years you’d gotten used to her stubborn demeanor and her ability to get you on board with whatever she wanted. It didn’t come as a surprise when all she had to do was bat her lashes and everyone would be fawning over her within seconds.

Rolling your eyes counterclockwise as you finish off the last of your wine, you slide the empty glass back towards the bartender and push off your barstool with an exasperated groan. Dancing wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but having the entire bar’s watchful gaze on you as your shapely body moved in a dress that wouldn’t even fit a Malibu barbie was another thing. Pulling the hem of your dress down once more as you tried your best to cover more of your exposed flesh, you finally give up and grasp tightly around the fragile bones of Hanna’s wrists.

“Rule one. You stay upright.”

Yanking Hanna from her bar stool and on to her feet, you lock your crystal gaze with her own. Sure you were probably wasting your breath, but it didn’t hurt to try and get through to her.

“Rule two. Keep your hands off the strangers.”

You could see the excitement growing on Hanna’s face as she realized you were giving in to her request, her energy level practically boiling beneath her skin as she began to bounce in place. Maybe letting her burn off some energy before everyone else arrived would make your evening a little more bearable.

Loosening your hold on Hanna’s wrist only slightly so she didn’t run off towards the dance floor without you, you grasp at the half empty glass of water to have a final attempt at getting her to drink it.

“Finish your water and then we can dance, I promise.”

Watching you closely as you encouraged your friend to down the remainder of her water, Rhea couldn’t help the devilish smirk that claimed her full lips. Your statuesque physique continued to tempt her as she inhaled yet another full breath of your intoxicating scent, the sharp pain in her gums becoming unbearable as she licked a plump tongue across pearly whites. It was clear to her that you wouldn’t be alone any time soon, but she was willing to wait. You were the only person she saw in a sea of bodies and if meant waiting all night to satisfy herself with the rich elixir of your blood, then so be it.

The warmth of the dance floor was definitely off putting, hot and sweaty bodies writhing against each other as the heavy base of the music thumped in your ears. But as your body swayed back against Hanna’s and her lengthy fingers held tightly onto your hip bones, you had to admit to yourself that maybe you were having a good time. It wasn’t public knowledge that you preferred the touch of a beautiful woman to that of a dribbling puppy dog male, but as the delicate touches of Hanna’s fingertips danced against your flesh you couldn’t help the soft whimper that parted your lips.

The harmonious noise of your soft mews flooded Rhea’s earcannels; even with the heavy bass drop, your sounds were all she could hear as she continued to watch you from the corner booth, her darkened hues burning into your slender form as she carefully finished her stiff drink for the fractured glass. Selective hearing was a perk of being undead, focusing on what she wanted to hear and ignoring everything else around her like it didn’t exist. All she saw was you, all she heard was you and all she wanted was you.

“I’ll drink it really slow. Pleeease.”

Hanna whined as she rested her chin down against your shoulder, the warmth of her breath cascading across your skin as she begged you for yet another drink. Your milky flesh pimpling beneath the air that parted her lips as she gently trailed her fingertips up and down the length of your forearm, you let heavy lashes close for a few moments while you contemplated her question. It was no surprise to you that her touch was coursing such a reaction. How were you supposed to stay calm when a beautiful woman had her hands on you? Exuding a small sigh as you turn on stiletto clad feet, you open your eyes to look upon Hanna with a concerned expression.

You didn't want to be the reason she wasn’t having fun.

“Fine. But you drink it really slowly.”

Hanna squealed with excitement as once more she began to bounce in place, her slender fingers gripping tightly around your wrist as she dragged your statuesque form back in the direction of the bar with nothing but joy in her eyes.

You couldn’t begin to understand why girls loved drinking and being out in such crowded places while they did it. What was so appealing about the atmosphere the two of you currently found yourself in? Sweaty bodies, loud music and– A large lump formed in your throat and your mind went blank as your glistening gaze locked onto the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen leaning against the edge of the bar as you approached. Her jet black hair slicked back and away from her perfectly chiseled jaw, her plump lips coated in a burnt red paint, a midnight black suit hugging her muscular form perfectly and a litter of silver rings adorning her lengthy fingers as she stared intently at the bartender who stood motionless in front of her.

“Hi!”

Hanna yelled over the base of the music as the two of you reached the bar top, her emerald hues flitting over to the mysterious stranger as you stood in silence at her side. You weren’t one to talk to people you didn’t know; especially when they looked the way she did. Swatting at Hanna’s upper arm to gain her attention, you raise your brows in a concerned expression before shaking your head gently back and forth.

“Don’t bother people you don't know, Han. I’m sorry.”

Glancing over in the direction of the lady in black, you swallow nervously as her shimmering sapphire hues lock with your gaze. Her eyes were like crystal pools, instantly captivating you and pulling you into their hypnotic state with ease.

Leaning back only slightly on her stool as to peer around Hanna’s form to give you a un-noticeable up and down, Rhea licked her plump tongue slowly over her throbbing gums as an eat shit smirk claimed crimson lips.

“No complaints here.”

Rhea chortled softly. The pads of her fingers coiling around the new crystal glass of amber liquid as she slowly brought it up to her lips, not once breaking the hypnotic connection the two of you shared as she gulped back a mouthful of the burning liquor.

You could feel the color of your cheeks shift, even with the multicolored lights that flashed through the otherwise dimly lit bar you were certain Rhea noticed as she turned her attention back to the bartender who remained motionless in front of her. He hadn’t once looked away; as if he was in a trance, captivated by her movements.

“Glass of red and a fruity cocktail, am I right?”

You could see Rhea as she peeked over at you from her peripherals, the eat shit grin returning to her perfect lips as she took another long sip from her beverage. How did she know what you were drinking? Had she been watching you?

Bobbing your head in a slow motion, you couldn’t help the little smile that tugged the corners of your lips. You should be concerned, right? A complete stranger had been watching you, for how long you weren’t even sure and in any normal circumstance you’d be grabbing your things and heading for the door, but there was something about this woman that made you want to stay. Something about her that had your subconscious spinning and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“So what’s with the whole dark and mysterious look you’ve got going on, mysterious stranger? It’s kinda creepy.”

Your mouth fell agape at Hanna’s words, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you tugged a few strands of her golden hair causing her to whine at the pain.

“What?”

She snipped, turning her gaze back towards you as she rubbed the sore spot on her scalp. She could be so obtuse sometimes and it often led to unwanted confrontation that you had to resolve. With a ‘what the fuck’ expression upon your features, you step around her petite frame to sandwich yourself between her and Rhea as concern once more claimed your face.

“I really am sorry about her.”

Turning your back on Hanna as she continued to rub at her scalp, you faced Rhea head on with an apologetic smile. You didn’t find her attire creep, in fact the darkness of her clothing and depth to her make up made her most captivating feature pop. Her sapphire gaze was truly the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, looking into her eyes brought a warmth to your demeanor that you only felt when you lost yourself in your books.

“She doesn’t have a filter and will find pretty much anything to keep herself entertained.”

Rhea didn’t say a word as she leant back on her stool to peek over at Hanna with a raised brow, a small chortle releasing from her chest as she sat back to rest her elbow against the bar.

“I can see.”

Your manicured brow arches in confusion as you take in Rhea’s words, turning back on high heels to find Hanna tongue deep in a complete stranger. The beverage she was supposed to drink ‘slowly’ empty on the bar top alongside two empty shot glasses. Expelling a soft gust of air from your nostrils, you roll your eyes counterclockwise and return your attention to Rhea as she sits sipping her liquor in silence.

“So much for girls' night.”

You grumble as slender fingers wind round the stem of your wine glass, slowly bringing the glass to your lips before swallowing a mouthful of the crimson liquid in one big gulp. You’d expected nothing less from Hanna, she was known for finding anyone or anything to make out with but you didn’t expect it to happen before you had other friends to keep your attention occupied.

Staring down at the last bit of wine as you swirled it round and round in the glass, you exhaled a small sigh before knocking your head back to consume the sweet liquid. The sound of Rhea clearing her throat pulling you back to reality as you placed the empty glass back onto the bartop. You hadn’t noticed her watching you, her dark gaze burning into your milky flesh as you’d dwelled in self pity over losing your friend to some random stranger with a skilled tongue.

“Can I get you another glass of wine?”

Your plush lips curved into an impish simper as your tongue played with each pitfall of your back teeth. You weren’t one to have drinks with a stranger, especially with someone as devilishly attractive as the female in your current company, but what harm would it do to be adventurous. Live on the wild side for once like the heroine in your new novel.

Sliding the empty glass in the direction of the awaiting bartender, you crinkle your nose in contemplation. Maybe you should order something other than wine. You were planning to live on the edge a little, so why not spice up every part of your evening?

“You know what, surprise me.”

- - - - -

The pad of Rhea’s finger danced softly against your neck as she swiped the loose strand of chestnut curls over your shoulder, your exposed flesh causing the heat in her esophagus to rage like wildfire. The steady thrum of your heartbeat like heavy drums in her ear canal as you sipped the fruity beverage she'd chosen for you, blissfully unaware of her staring once more. She could smell the sweetness of your blood as it moved through your veins, pulsing at the sweet spot in your throat like a beckon that kept drawing her in. She couldn’t help herself, everything about you was like torture.

It was a stupid idea for her to be this close to you when she hadn’t fed, one wrong move and she’d be left with quite the mess to clean up and compulsion wouldn’t be an option in a place this busy. She knew she was weak, the lack of human blood always led to dwindling power and one feed wouldn’t be enough to pull her back to full strength. But as Hanna had wandered off into the night with her new found plaything, Rhea had invited you back to her booth with open arms. She wanted to be alone with you, to not let anyone else have you. Your scent had intoxicated every fiber of her being and even with the fire that raged in her gums she couldn’t convince herself to walk away.

“It’s not as easy as I thought it would be, ya know, I've been writing for years but I'm still finding myself with too many sleepless nights when it comes to my current work.”

You weren’t sure why Rhea had become so invested in what it was you did outside of the four walls you both found yourselves in, but as you spoke about your current endeavors with school and the challenges they were bringing you; you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Most people found your creative writing to be boring and often changed the subject to something else whenever you brought them up, but Rhea was hanging off your every word like it was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard in her life. Her piercing gaze fixated on your lips as you spoke, her palm resting beside your thigh on the cushioned seat you shared and her plump lips curved into a devilish simper. She was eating up every single word that you said, which only encouraged you to keep going.

“Fantasy isn’t everyone's cup of tea and I often have to deal with immature frat boys calling me geeky names but when I open my mind up to the world of the supernatural, I can lose myself in a reality more exciting than my own.”

One of Rhea’s brows arched skyward at your mention of the supernatural, the corner of her lip inching into a playful smirk as she took a long sip from her crystal tumbler before setting it down beside your empty glass. So you were a girl who thrived on the suspicion of creatures that didn’t always take human form, how convenient for her.

In a move that would go unseen to the human eye, Rhea shifted her palm to rest down against the exposed flesh of your thigh. The tips of her fingers toying playfully with the hem of your tiny dress as she leant in to press the flush of her lower lip against your ear. She could hear the increase of your heartbeat before you could realize its speed, the pad of her thumb catching the sensitive part between your legs only causing the sound to grow louder.

“Supernatural you say.”

Rhea’s blunt teeth caught the shell of your ear as she spoke, her lips moving painfully slowly as she began to press a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You’d never had someone make a move so quickly after nerding out about school, but the delicateness of Rhea’s actions had you melting under her touch. A soft mew parting your lips as you tried to remain focused on your breath. You couldn’t let on how desirable Rhea made you feel, you barely knew each other.

The blood pumping beneath Rhea’s lips had her free palm gripping tightly at her empty glass, her subconscious trying its best to focus on not ripping out your throat and not the strength she was using.

“Are you actually interested, Miss Ripley? Or are you just acting interested to get in my panties?”

Your head lulled to the side in attempts to beckon Rhea closer, your thighs parting only slightly to tempt her playful hands as her fingers continued to toy with your dress. This wasn’t you. Not normally, but there was something about Rhea that had your mind reeling. She made it hard for you to focus, it was like she had an aura that played with your senses and clouded your brain.

You felt Rhea’s lips morphe into an eat shit smirk against your skin as she nipped sharply against your pulse point, the strength behind each nip leaving purple marks in their wake. Your own lips pressing into a harsh line as you fought back a plethora of pleasurable moans that threatened to break free, your head tilting back against the cushioned wall behind you as your fingertips gripped the edge of the booth.

You were hidden away from eighty percent of the bar in your corner booth, the patrons all too focused on each other to pay your little endeavors any attention. You could whimper and moan all you wanted, the music was far too loud for anyone to hear. She could use you like a rag doll and no one would be the wiser.

“What if I said both?”

You could feel the flush of Rhea’s lips move against your collarbone as she spoke, the sharp nips against your flesh pausing for only a few seconds as she addressed your question, quickly resuming once she was done. You couldn’t begin to imagine what your throat looked like as Rhea’s skilled lips continued their magic, your fingers only gripping harder at the booths ledge as you held in your breath to calm your desire.

There was no way that you’d found someone who not only showed interest in you but also in your work. They weren’t often a thing that came hand in hand and a part of you was beginning to doubt yourself. This had to be a set up. Your friends were just playing some sick joke on you and Rhea was just attractive bait to lure you into a trap.

“Is it wrong for me to say I don’t believe you?”

You probably should have kept your mouth shut, but once you had an idea in your head, you had to act on it.

The burning sensation of Rhea’s kiss as they marked your skin stopped suddenly, her sapphire gaze retracting to meet your questioning own as the corners of her lips twitched into a devilish simper.

“Come now kitten, what kind of a woman do you take me for? Lying to you just so I can get you out of your dress? I should be offended.”

You couldn’t stop the sudden increase of your heart rate as Rhea’s little pet name caught you off guard, the plush of your lower lip rolling tightly between pearly whites as you kept your gaze locked with hers. You couldn’t think of what to say. She didn't seem offended, the unbelievably desirable smirk remained plastered on her lips as the pad of her thumb once more found itself dancing against the soft skin of your inner thigh. She wasn’t backing down, not even slightly and if she still wanted you, she could still have you.

You could feel the lump resurfacing in your throat as Rhea’s sapphire hues burnt into your own, the devilish glare within them pulling you further and further into her web as her plump tongue coaxed over her painted lips. She was staring at you like a hungry lioness stalking her prey and with each passing second your cravings for her lips back on your skin grew stronger. What had this woman done to you?

With a swift motion you barely noticed, Rhea’s fingertips from her free palm moved to sweep back the dark curls that clung to your shoulder, pushing them down your spine to reveal the soft curve of your shoulderbone to her wandering gaze. She’d not looked away from you for most of the night and yet there was so much more of your slender form she wanted to see.

Pressing her heated kiss back down against the hollow of your collarbone, you can’t help but expel the soft mews that had been clinging to your lungs. Even the slightest of touches; be it fingers or lips, had you reveling in desire. Every part of you screaming for her touch as you leant into the passion of her aura.

Without a word, your thighs parted once more. Your entire body was begging for her to take it as her own and the longer she made you wait, the harder it became to keep yourself contained. You didn’t usually beg for someone to be this close to you. On your usual Saturday nights, you were wrapped in a blanket with your laptop, writing your novel and wishing your life could be as exciting as the heroines you wrote about. Falling in love with supernatural beings, learning about a whole new world and chasing dreams that didn’t exist in a human’s reality.

Chewing at the plush of your lower lip, you let heavy lids fall closed. The sensations of Rhea’s lips moving effortlessly against your jugular vein had your heart racing, the heavy thrum like music as it played in her ears. The pain beneath her gums raged; growing more intense by the second as her fingertips pressed into the creamy flesh of your upper thigh. She wanted you and you wanted her, it was clear to you both where this night could end.

A small wince echoes from your chest as your blunt teeth punctured the top layer of skin upon your lower lip, the rich taste of copper coating your tongue as Rhea’s entire form went rigid. She could smell the blood as it pooled from the injury you inflicted on yourself, causing the depths of her gaze to darken. The smell flooded her nostrils as she held herself still against your neck, keeping her features away from your gaze as the tips of her canines began to ache. Her control was weak, the lack of human blood over the last few days had left her with no power left to curb her desires. She could feel the monstrous rage that came hand in hand with feeding off a fresh vein boiling under her skin, the tips of her fingers pressing into your thigh enough to leave purple blemishes beneath the tips.

“Rhea?”

Your tone was laced with question as you spoke her name, concern flooding your features as you pulled away from her heated lips that still held their place against your throat. Your head craning to the side in attempts to look upon her motionless form, you swallowed nervously as your gaze fell upon the unexpected. The depth of Rhea’s eyes caused the air in your lungs to catch, your throat growing tight as a lump in your windpipe kept you from breathing out even a single breath. Was it a trick of the lighting? Were the shadows playing tricks on you?

Sucking the blood that had pooled on your lower lip into your mouth, you force out a stammered breath. It had to be your mind, it was playing tricks on you. There was no way that what you were witnessing was true. It couldn’t be. But as your mind played back over the night's events, your heart rate began to increase once more; only this time you had other things on your mind.

You hadn’t seen Rhea once since entering the nightclub and yet all of a sudden, there she was. Making herself a part of your night without even trying. Her dark demeanor and captivating eyes, her beauty and enticing persona. It was as if she’d been written to be perfect by your own mind. You played back each and every moment of the night as Rhea simply watched you, the black glaze to her once sapphire hues somehow still so captivating as you pieced things together. The stranger that had caught Hanna’s attention so quickly, the speed behind some of Rhea’s actions along with the ones that seemed to go unnoticed until they didn’t, her obsession with the soft spot of your pulse point and her ability to bruise your flesh with almost no effort. She was strong and fast. It wasn’t real, It couldn’t be.

It would only take a moment for Rhea to make you compliant, to get what she truly needed from you, but as she watched the light in your eyes flicker with excitement— only for a second, she doubted herself. You didn’t seem scared, in fact the complete opposite. Why didn't you run? It was clear you knew something no one else did and yet you hadn’t made one move for the exit.

Stretching out your palm to trace a singular finger over the arch of Rhea’s perfectly chiseled cheekbone, you swallowed back the lump in your throat with one thing on your mind. If this was real, if you were sat in the presence of something no one else believed in, then you would dive into the reality with both feet. Watching as the depth of her gaze shifted back to the bight blue you’d fallen so deeply for, you drop your hold on her features and grasp tightly at Rhea’s palm that sat on the table beside her empty glass.

“Come with me, Mami and I'll give you what you need.”

Giving Rhea’s hand a gentle tug as you slid from the booth and encouraged her to follow, you couldn’t help the impish glimmer that flickered in your eyes. If this moment was going to play out how you imagined, you needed a little more privacy.

- - - - -

The arch of your spine slammed against the reflective glass of the full length bathroom mirror as Rhea pressed against your slender form with all she had, the heat of her kiss against your jugular once more as you pawed at her shoulders in attempt to remove the suit jacket that clung to her torso. You could feel the hunger resonating out of Rhea’s form, her blunt nails puncturing the soft flesh of your thigh as she pulled your leg up to her waist. She was starved and as the moment between you grew hotter and hotter, it became harder and harder for Rhea to remain focused. Your pounding heartbeat didn’t exactly help the situation either.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Rhea practically moaned as she wound her lengthy fingers into the mass of your chestnut curls, her palm tugging down to expose more of your milky throat for her to ravish with her purple marks.

“Because I know where this goes.”

You whine as Rhea scatters a brand new chain of bruises around your neck, her palm moving you head like a puppet as she moves from one side of your throat to the other.

“I’ve written this story.”

Rhea’s interest peaked as you unknowingly gave away a part of the story you had yet to talk about. The question being which supernatural it was you wrote about. Trailing the tip of her nose up the left side of your jugular, across the perfect angle of your jaw and slowly up to your right ear, she gently sucked the lobe between her devilish lips before whispering softly against your ear.

“Then tell me Kitten, how does our story go?”

Were you about to quote your own book?

Use lines you’d written with the intention of never truly being said.

The warmth of Rhea’s breath against your ear makes your lids flutter, your fingers moving to toy with the first button of her slightly opened shirt as you turn your head slightly to find her oceanic hues. They were your words, you had written them, so why couldn’t you speak them? Popping the first button of Rhea’s shirt and swiftly moving to the second one, you lick across your front teeth before using the tip of your nose to bump her chin enough for you to find her ear.

You needed the right inflection, to commit to the part if you wanted it to work out and fuck did you want it to work out. Pressing a scatter of heated kisses along the perfect angle of Rhea’s jawline, you nipped playfully at her earlobe for letting out your words in a whisper.

“Take my body as your own, sinking your teeth deep into my skin; show me no mercy.”

Your voice dripped with desire as you popped yet another button on Rhea’s shirt, the pads of your fingers dancing across the skin as you exposed it to your gaze. Taking to the next button as you pressed a warm kiss to the corner of her jaw.

“Rip out everything mentally and let it explode physically.”

The whites of Rhea’s gaze began to grow dark as your words played with her hunger, tugging at the strings like torture. Your ravenous lips pressing another few kisses across her jawline.

“Grab hold of me, thrust and tear me chaotically, spilling your rage all over me.”

Finally reaching the last of the buttons on Rhea’s shirt, you pull the tails free from the leather belt that kept them at bay to expose her bare breasts to the air of the smoky bathroom.

“Hate me, love me, destroy me.”

Shifting your lips to peck repeatedly at Rhea’s own in hopes she would simply take you; there and then, you hike up your free leg to eagerly wind them both around her waist. Her weight against your form as you were pressed back into the mirror kept your bodyweight up, your hips grinding down against her own in attempts to get comfy.

Pulling at your hair and yanking your head back and away from her, you watch as Rhea’s lips morphed into a eat shit smirk. You watched in awe as the depth to her glazed eyes became darker, the grin upon her face peeling back to reveal elongated canines that almost glimmered in the bathroom lighting.

Vampire. Your subconscious screamed as you chewed playfully at your lower lip, your present mind not once thinking of the danger you could be in and ignoring the desire any normal human would have to run.

“Use me. Claim me.”

You uttered as your palms slid into the small of Rhea’s back, your slightly pointed nails pressing into her flesh as you slowly clawed them up her spine before winding them into her onyx tendrils. It took less than a second for Rhea’s palm that held tightly onto your thigh to snap up around your throat, her callus fingers tightening instantly to restrict the air escaping your lungs as she licked hungrily across her pointed fangs.

“Make me your plaything and fuck me, mia regina.”

(“ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ.”)

Rhea’s tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as your fluent Italian flooded her ears, a shallow growl vibrating in her chest as she snapped her lips back against the shell of your ear.

“Oh dolce Gattino, ho intenzione di farlo.”

(“ᴏʜ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, ɪ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ.”)

Each moment with Rhea was like you’d planned it, every detail of the night following that of your own imagination as she returned your foreign language without effort. Smoothing her thumb over the vein on your pulse point, she slacked off the hold she had on your throat just enough to allow you breath. Her heated breath washed over your ear as she continued to speak.

“Perché da ora in poi sei mio. Solo mio.”

(“ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ.”)

You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as Rhea’s flawless Italian continued to drive itself into your consciousness, your heavy lids fluttering closed as her muscular form pulled you against her chest to relocate you to the sinks ledge. You couldn’t believe what was happening to you, about to be ravished beyond your wildest dreams by a walker of the night.

You couldn’t bring your gaze away from Rhea’s bare chest as her knee pushed itself between your own, driving your thighs apart enough for her to slide into the space she'd created with a devilish chortle. The darkness of her gaze continued to deepen, the vice-like grip around your throat tightening once more as she tilted your head back to have you look up at her with widened eyes. You could still breathe, but as Rhea’s fingertips pressed into the sides of your jugular you prayed to the heavens that she’d squeeze tighter. That she’d pull you into a new euphoria and heighten the desire that pooled between your legs.

“Only yours.”

You whimpered as the crushing sensation in your windpipe trapped the sound within its walls. Rhea was driving you crazy, each passing second pulling you further into a daydream as your palm moved to trace your fingertips over the wigs that spread over her sternum. Your blunt teeth gripping the flush of your lower lip as you took in every detail of the intricate tattoo, fracturing the delicate skin once more as the pressure became more intense. You could taste the blood as it bubbled to the surface once more, the coppery taste coating your taste buds as your fingers dropped from their soft touches to Rhea’s skin.

“I’m sor–”

You didn’t have the time to finish your apology before Rhea’s hunger found the soft plush of your lip, the heavy tug of her pulling the blood clean from the cut causing a delicate moan to vibrate from your chest as your fingertips gripped around the sinks ledge. She’d fought back every desire you’d thrown at her. Your scent, the heavy thrum of your heartbeat every time she’d touched you, but as the warm elixir of your life’s essence washed over her tongue, Rhea broke. She was done holding back, you’d given all the permission she needed to take you as her own and fuck was she about to take advantage of it.

The grip around your throat disappeared without you even realizing, both Rhea’s palms finding your hips to pull your ass forward. The hem of your crimson dress hitching higher up your thighs to expose more of your creamy flesh as Rhea’s darkened gaze simply watched in pleasure, her flush lips curving into her signature eat shit smirk as her tongue slid over elongated fangs. She wanted to taste every part of you, feel every part of you beneath her lips.

Tracing the pads of her fingers over the expanse of your soft thigh with one palm, Rhea craned your head slightly to press a scatter of kisses along your collarbone and up the column of your neck. The sharp points of her teeth catching your flesh every so often had you reeling, your legs twitching slightly as you felt the gentle touches of Rhea’s lengthy fingers trace between your thighs and ever closer to the heated core. The lace that shielded your wetness from her eager fingertips growing damper as Rhea’s released a deep moan against your earlobe.

“Take all of me Mami, please.”

You begged, swallowing a large ball of saliva as it pooled on your tongue.

“Take my body. My mind. My soul.”

You could feel the chuckle that parted Rhea’s lips as she moved her kiss back down your throat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what damage she’d done to your milky skin by this point, but as your flesh burned beneath each hungry kiss, you let your mind wonder.

The sensation of skilled fingertips pulling aside your soaked panties and sliding between your slick folds yanked you from your subconscious, an unexpected moan parting your lips as Rhea slowly circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with her thumb. Your spine slowly arching forward with each new sensation, you chewed at the uncut side of your lip to suppress your whimpers.

“Non nascondermi il tuo piacere, Gattina. Lascia che ti ascolti.”

(“ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ, ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ.”)

Rhea uttered against your skin as she slowly swiped her finger up and down the slit of your folds, pressing the tip against your entrance as she dragged sharp points across your shoulder. She wanted to give you pleasure before she took some for herself, but as the heat behind her gums burned, she contemplated how much longer she could hold back before she’d be forced to line her esophagus with your sweet nectar.

“Sì, Mami.”

(“ʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴍɪ.”)

You whined as the tip of Rhea’s finger at your entrance caused your back to arch and your thighs to twitch, another heavy moan falling from your lips as she slowly began to insert her finger between your tight walls.

You still couldn’t believe what you were doing. Rhea could kill you if she so desired and yet you’d played into her web perfectly. She had you wound around her finger so tightly, in more than one sense and as she added an additional finger to the warmth of your core you couldn’t help yourself but call out her name.

Your thick lashes fluttered closed as Rhea’s palm cupped around the back of your neck, pulling your features forward to capture your lips with her own. A small wince echoing in your throat as her pointed teeth caught the small slice you’d caused but she didn’t seem to care as her tongue pushed past the barrier and began to explore your mouth, her fingers diving further into your wetness as she began to curl them against your sweet spot.

“Fuck.”

You purred, as Rhea’s kiss disappeared. Your lids snapping open as you felt the tips of her fangs drag against your pulse point. Was she about to feed off you? You were surprised that it hadn’t already happened. Vampires were written with a take what they want attitude, feed and move on. Rhea had already tasted your blood once and with that you’d expected her to rip into you like a wild animal, drain your life's essence and disappear into the night as if she never existed.

Tilting your head slightly to allow Rhea as much room as she needed for her feed, you close your eyes tightly. Would it hurt? You had no idea, but you had no intention of denying her. You could hear your heartbeat in your own ears and could only imagine what it was doing to her. The heavy thrum pounding out a perfect rhythm as you swallowed unknowingly out of nerves.

“Scared, Kitten?”

The dominance in Rhea’s voice had your fingertips gripping the countertop in seconds, your hips twitching forward against her palm as her two fingers continued to pump in and out of your slick walls without a sign of stopping. You weren’t scared, the complete opposite in fact; but you couldn’t bring yourself to form a sentence and instead a plethora of moans took the place of your words as her fingers curled perfectly against your sweet spot with each thrust. The chuckle that parted Rhea’s lips was almost evil as it vibrated in her throat, her heated kiss pressing once more against your jugular before her gaze pulled back to witness your tightly closed lids and monstrous grip upon the sink.

Slowing the rhythm of her thrusts only slightly with hopes of getting a reaction, Rhea’s painted lips curved into her signature smirk as your lashes fluttered and you lids peeled open. The darkness behind her gaze was still very present, the points of her teeth sharper than ever and yet she still hadn’t taken you as her latest blood bag. Why?

“I'm not scared of you.”

You stammered through labored breath.

“Prends-moi, brise-moi, s'il te plaît.”

(“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.”)

Once more Rhea’s lips peeled back in an almost demonic grin. Each time you saw the sharpness of her fangs it caused your heart to swoon, pulling you deeper and deeper into your own fantasies. Craving them to puncture your flesh and drag you into euphoria.

“As you wish”

Was all Rhea uttered as her rhythmic pulse against your core returned to its fast pace. You could feel the band in your abdomen tightening with each pump of her fingers, your head lulling back against the mirror as the fingertips from her free hand moved to sweep the hair back from your shoulders.

Was she about to give in? Were you finally about to experience what only the characters in your novel felt as an attractive female fed from you?

You could feel your peak approaching, each passing second Rhea pleasured your core pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You wanted her now, more than you had all night. Ever since the moment you realized what she was and what she could do to you, all you could think about was her sharp fangs plunging into your flesh and the euphoric state being connected with someone in such an intimate moment would bring.

Releasing the sink ledge and stretching out your palm in search of Rhea’s perfectly chiseled jawline, you traced your thumb against her smooth skin before cupping the nap of her neck. You didn’t want to be pushy, but you were losing your patience with the amount of time it was taking to feel her lips against your skin and with your pleasure soring, it was now or never.

Chewing at your punctured lip as you fought back the pleasured moans Rhea’s fingers pulled from your chest, your hips eagerly bucking against her. You couldn’t form words as she continued to bury her fingers third knuckle deep into your tight core, your chest beginning to rise and fall in labored pants as they forced their way out of your lungs.

“P-pl-please, Mami.”

You begged, your nails pressing into Rhea’s neck as you greedily rode her palm.

“Please.”

The word was barely air; let alone sound and would have gone unnoticed to anyone else. But as the sound of pleasured begging flooded Rhea’s eardrums, she followed your wordless request and leant forward to once more ravage your flesh. She could not only see the pleasure in your face, but feel it. She knew how to pull you over the edge and it wasn’t with her master finger skills.

Scrapping her sharp teeth over the pulsing point beneath your jugular, Rhea slowly wound her free palm around the length of your neck, her lengthy fingers coiling like a snake around the fragile column before snapping it to the left, exposing the long vein line to her aching gums. You’d begged her for it. For her to take you. Break you. Destroy you. Increasing the pace of her thrusts into your tight walls, you can't help but whimper as Rhea’s palm tightens around your neck and restricts your ability to breath.

“Last chance, Kitten. Sure you don’t want to run?”

Rhea uttered against your skin, the vibration of your pulse beneath her lips driving her insane as she licked the flat of her tongue across your jugular vein. You couldn’t answer her and she knew that, the constriction she had around your throat was almost cutting you dry and all you could manage was to gently bob your head in response to her question. You definitely didn’t want to run, you wanted to cum.

With a few more pulses of Rhea’s skilled fingers into your desperate core, you couldn’t hold back again longer. The band in your stomach wound so tight that you could feel tears behind your lids as you teetered on the edge of release. The sweet taste of your climax hitting like a tidal wave as the sudden sensation of pointed fangs punctured the supple flesh of your throat.

“Oh my… god… fuck!”

You panted as your own grip on Rhea’s neck tightened, your fingertips winding into onyx locks to hold her in place as your high crashed through you like a train. It was completely indescribable and yet it all felt right. You’d chosen to entertain Rhea in her little games all night long and your reward had been worth the wait.

As the warm elixir of your blood coated Rhea’s tongue and down her esophagus her entire form shifted, the energy she’d been lacking returning and her strength increasing ten fold.

Releasing your throat so as to not hurt you, Rhea’s palm slipped to your hip as you rode out your wave against her palm. The counter beneath you became slick with your wetness as she continued her pace with ease, pumping in and out to keep you on your high as long as possible. Feeding was euphoric on its own terms, but as your body trembled beneath her touch Rhea clued in to just how she was making you feel.

Your blood was rich and almost sweet, coating every inch of Rhea’s mouth as she continued to guzzle down the crimson liquid. Her eyes growing darker and darker with each mouth full. She’d never had a problem controlling herself when she was feeding, only inflicting injury on those who’d found themselves on the wrong end of a fight. But there was something about your life’s essence that caught her by surprise, her stomach filling but her desire only growing stronger.

“R-Rhea.”

You stammered. Your grip on her neck falling slack as your mind became fuzzy and your strength to hold on grew weak. The sensations you began to feel swirling in your subconscious as you contemplated letting her finish. ‘It will kill you!’ One side of your mind screamed. ‘But you don’t want to lose this feeling.’ Shouted the other, the two sides arguing causing the brain fog to expand as you whimpered softly. You’d never felt a sensation quite like having Rhea feed from you, the pull of blood leaving your body mixed with that of your mind clouding had you almost floating. Flying above everything as she suckled the life from within your form.

It was as if Rhea knew she needed to stop, the soft sting at your jugular disappearing instantly as she pulled free from your skin. A coat of crimson plastered over her smeared lips as she swallowed back her mouths contents to speak.

“Hey Kitten, talk to me. You doing okay?”

You could hear Rhea’s words and yet somehow still couldn’t answer her. Your high had already fallen, your mind clearing slightly as her muffled words fought to be heard, but with your vision still blurred and your mind still buzzing, you swallowed back with the little strength you had. A sharp wince pulling from your chest as the pain in your throat became noticeable.

“I’m fine.”

You slurred as the soft tips of Rhea’s fingers slid around your chin, her sapphire gaze returning once more as she pulled herself back to human looking status and turned your limp neck to have you face her. The pad of her thumb grazing over your cheekbone as she curiously examined your features. Physically you looked fine, her manicured brow becoming arched as she continued to search your expression.

“I’m fine.”

You repeated, this time a lot more assertive, as a cheeky grin claiming Rhea’s lips. Her palm still cradled around your chin and supporting your head, she couldn’t help the small chortle that vibrated in her chest.

“So it was just that good, huh?”

Rhea’s brow arched slightly as she licked her plush tongue over crimson stained lips, cleaning up every last drop of your blood that stained her kiss as you watched her closely. You could see the tiny shift in her ocean gaze as your blood cleansed her palate, your own lip rolling beneath your lips in you held in a small whimper.

“Better than the books.”

You uttered, a small laugh muffling in your mouth as you held your lips tightly with your teeth. Of course you had no idea what it would truly feel like, your imagination not even beginning to create such imagery as you’d written such a moment. Being with a vampire was supposed to be fantasy.

Rhea chuckled softly as she smoothed her thumb over the punctures left by her fangs, a small stinging sensation shooting up your spine as her pressure against the open wound increased slightly. Your lips falling lax as delicate moan pushed passed them, the same pleasure you’d felt as she fed from you bubbling to the surface.

“I’ve got one last treat for you, Kitten.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you begin to play off what else she could possibly do for you, hers sapphire hues keeping you very captivated as you hum a delicate tone.

“What else could you possibly have prepared for me, Mami?”

You purr as a singular finger lifting to trail over the perfect curve of Rhea’s jawline, your tongue coaxing over your lower lip as thick lashes flutter slightly. You’d known each other less than a few hours and yet somehow you’d found yourself willing to do anything in order to keep her around.

Watching you intently, Rhea’s lips curve into an impish smirk, her palm dropping from your cheek and moving to the supple plush of her lips in a fluid motion. The darkness in her gaze glimmering back to the surface, only for a few seconds as she ripped open the cluster of veins in her wrist.

“One, I can’t let you walk out of here with that.”

Rhea’s gaze flicked to the wound upon your neck and then swiftly back to her wrist as a small pool of blood formed against her skin. Sapphire pools rising up to meet your gaze with an almost protective smirk.

“And two, you're mine now, remember and I’m not done claiming you yet.”

Blood bonding. Was she serious? You didn’t expect to ever see Rhea again after tonight, but if you knew anything about the supposed existence of blood bonding between supernaturals you’d never be able to leave her side again. A sires bond, linked to each other no matter how far apart the world tried to pull you.

“You’re asking me to—”

Your words trail off quickly, your crystal gaze still locked with Rhea’s as your tongue pushes through your lips. You were definitely curious, did a vampire's blood taste different to your own? But could you take the risk of locking this woman into your life forever?

“No.”

The tone in Rhea’s voice dropped, the authoritative demeanor she now held making the words that fell from her lips a clear order.

“I’m telling you to.”

You swallow nervously, certain you’d obey her before you’d even fully processed the request as you sit up right on the sink ledge and adjust the hem of your dress. You didn’t even want to think what your hair looked like as you pulled a palm through the sweaty tangles, coughing lightly to clear your throat as you took one last moment to breathe.

“Do you trust me?”

It was strange to you how Rhea could almost play two completely different people, the dominance of her darker self and concern of her human form playing hand in hand as she spoke to you. The demanding attitude from before instantly replaced with protectiveness as she sensed your nerves.

Bringing both of your palms to hold them together in her lap as you looked down at twitching fingers, you inhaled one last breath before and focused on steadying your heart as you looked up in search of Rhea’s gaze. Looking into the depths of her eyes was calming, like looking out and the ocean and you knew if you could find her pools all would be okay.

The warmth behind Rhea’s gaze as you found it was the most comforting it had been all night, all the darkness within her almost melting away as she waited for your answer. She couldn’t let you leave the bathroom with such a disaster upon your throat, but she didn’t want to force anything on you unless she had too.

“I trust you.”

You finally uttered. Your words weren’t loud but they were loud enough for Rhea to hear as she took a small step closer to you, positioning herself perfectly between your thighs as her free palm cradled your neck.

You could almost smell the richness of Rhea’s blood as you wrapped both your palms around her wrist, your mouth unexpectedly flooding with saliva as you took in the sight before you. It was now or never, you wanted this moment to mean something. You wanted to show her that you’d felt something between you that you were willing to bond together and not have this moment be ruined by her forcing it all on you.

“Feed me and make me yours.”

You whisper, an impish grin claiming your lips as you coated blunt teeth with your tongue and lean gently against Rhea’s palm.

“Forever.”

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