#crispin x reader

[aliceramblez]

Dating The BB League Elite Four + Kieran 💕

Tags: GN! Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Teal Mask & Indigo Disk Spoilers!

A/N: After finally getting dragged into the Pokémon rabbit hole, I honestly couldn't resist in doing one of these for my babies! Scarlet/Violet is my very first Pokémon experience, so hopefully I did these characters justice ^^

Feel free to follow my main @taruchinator & leave a request for future HCs!

Crispin 🔥

He's such a dork and incredibly quirky but don't you worry, he'll definitely be the one to ask you out first, no matter how many attempts it takes. Not like you'd say no to begin with.

As a partner, he's the kind of guy who would always try to cheer you up and have you in a happy mood, because when you're happy, he's happy! Anything from compliments, to jokes, to just giving you lots of affection.

Which brings us to the fact that he's huge on PDA. And the funny thing is he doesn't even realize he's doing it—he'll lean on you when you're showing him something in your Rotom Phone, rubbing circles on your palm when you're talking about your day, placing his chin on your shoulder while talking to the other club members—this man is all over you.

During your stay at Blueberry Academy, don't you dare spend your precious money on the cafeteria, he's got you covered. He'll ask you and learn about your tastes, creating new recipes and concoctions just for you, hoping to surprise you with something better and nutritious every day!

If you had a long day of training and doing BBQs, Crispin always comes by and makes sure you had a meal. And you better not be lying to him.

“Man, you've been out all day! Did you even have lunch?”

“.... I had a granola bar.”

“HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING?”

It's safe to say that Koraidon/Miraidon adores him, and even makes you question whether it's you or your Pokémon who's dating him.

After you started going out, Crispin now makes sure to carry sandwiches with him at all times. Mostly for your oversized lizard boy, but also for you in case you need a quick snack to recharge. The legendary Pokémon is quick to thank him with licks and constant slobbering which always leaves the red-head a mess, but he tries to not let it bother him for your sake.

Whenever you guys aren't training, you'll be in your dorm rooms cooking and having laughs with your Pokémon over how clumsy they can be in the kitchen.

Overall, a sweet and supportive goofball who'll make sure you're always smiling and never have an empty stomach!

Amarys 👓

Obviously Amarys isn't the best at conveying her emotions. It doesn't mean she doesn't care, she just has a hard time figuring them out sometimes! Which is why it's incredibly strange to her when she starts having these weird sensations whenever she's around you.

She feels happier, her stomach gets all jumbled when you compliment her, and her minds always finds a way to drift back to you no matter what she's doing.

She ends up asking Carmine about it, who immediately gets all giddy and explains to her that she might have a crush. Amarys is surprised, but not against the idea. It makes sense in retrospect—cue bestie Carmine giving her pointers and ideas to try and confess to you.

Unfortunately it's all a bit too convoluted or cheesy for the Steel-Type user's liking, so she ends up doing it her own way.

One day after club activities are over, she asks if you can stay a bit longer to talk. “After much deliberation, it would seem that I have caught romantic feelings for you. I propose a casual outing so we can discuss these in further detail. Do you agree?”

It doesn't take long for you two to start going out.

Amarys shows affection through small gestures that may not seem like a lot to others, but you know they're huge steps for her. Sharing her food when you're hungry, giving you advice on how to raise your Pokémon properly, helping you study subjects you aren't that good at—the list goes on.

PDA isn't her strong suit at all. Physical affection in general isn't something she's used to, and she's forever grateful that you don't push her to do things out of her comfort zone. She tries though, and will do things like brush her hand against yours or even give you a hug whenever she's feeling bold.

To an outsider you're both an unconventional couple, but manage to make it work with trust and constant communication. Give her some time and she'll warm up to you.

Lacey 🧚‍♀️

A sweet cutie who doesn't really change her attitude towards you even after you start dating, since she's always loved having you around. The two of you also confess at the same time, which leaves you as a pair of giggling messes at the irony of it.

Is your number one cheerleader when it comes to school academics. You may not be an official Blueberry student, but that doesn't mean you should be slacking in your classes! If you don't understand the material, don't you worry, she's already prepared a slideshow presentation going over it point by point. Will also reward you with kisses if you pay attention!

Lacey isn't huge on PDA either since she thinks it's unnecessary, but when it's just the two of you, she will never let go. You have successfully replaced Granbull as her favorite pillow of choice, since whenever you two have time off and she's tired, you'll probably take a snooze under a tree in the Coastal Biome.

When you get to meet her father, she's actually a bit nervous since she's never thought of dating before finishing school, but you try and be brave and reassure her that you'll try your best to give a good impression. He thinks you're alright, but gives you the good old father talk to make sure you won't hurt his little girl.

Will find ways to dot your Legendary lizard ride with gifts and affection since she thinks he's just too darn stinking cute, but don't worry, she still thinks you're the cutest!

Since Lacey's constantly worrying about things getting done around the League Club, it's your duty as her partner to get her to relax from time to time. You'll do your best by offering to share responsibilities and reminding her that breaks are very much needed.

“Sweetie it's nighttime, you can finish in the morning. I'm tired and need cuddleeeess.”

“Just one more page and I'll be done—”

“Please Ms. Lacey! I need your cuteness to have a good night's sleep!”

“F-Fine, I'm coming! Flattering me to get what you want is just not right, ya know?”

Truly an iconic duo.

Drayton 🐉

Let's get one thing straight: this man doesn't confess—heck, he doesn't even ask you out! One day he just has his arms around you and plants a kiss on your cheek claiming that he'll follow your every command, all with a cheeky grin on his face. You're more than welcome to punch him for it and he'll still come crawling back.

Like most things in his life, Drayton takes your relationship slow and steady, not really wanting to push your boundaries (unless he wants to tease you) and having no rush to progress things. He's just a chill guy who wants to claim you before anyone else does.

Don't be mistaken though, this doesn't mean he doesn't care. You'd be surprised how much he looks out for you, almost borderline overprotective in some cases. After everything that happened with Terapagos in Area Zero, he's constantly making sure you have strong Pokémon, supplies, and good company to survive the crazy adventures you get mixed up in.

You guys' ideal date is spending time together in the dorms after school hours, kicking back and relaxing with a movie or just talking about stuff that happened during the day. He's surprisingly a very good listener.

It's from these laid back conversations that he gets ideas for random gifts to get you. Did you need a new pair of gloves cause the old ones ripped? Some are waiting in the club room. You're running low on potions? A box full of them appears on your doorstep. Want to visit your friends in Paldea but can't find the time? Turns out Drayton took over your assignments for the day so you're free to go!

You're also the only person he'll allow himself to be tutored by. Will literally not listen to anyone unless it's you. Which is why you try to make sure the material is easy for him to digest + it's not boring typical schoolwork, but something he'll actually enjoy.

“Okay! Today we're going over math! Let's have a battle in the Polar Biome so you can see how probability applies in critical hits and such.”

“Aww, my honey is catering to my needs? Aren't you the sweetest thing?”

“No kisses until we're done, Drayton.”

“Alright, aye aye boss!”

He's an idiot, but he's your idiot.

Kieran 🍎

This boy has had a crush on you ever since you first met in Kitakami, but never had the courage to say anything since he was so shy. Now however, he doesn't say anything because he feels like he doesn't have the right to.

After everything he's put you through—from accusing you of stealing Ogerpon, to fighting you in an all out battle, to straight up putting you and everyone else in danger just because he wanted a chance at getting a Legendary Pokémon—Kieran doesn't think he deserves to be your friend, let alone your partner.

Carmine is there as his wingwoman though, cheering him on and telling him how much you appreciate him and clearly return his feelings.

And so, mustering as much courage as he can, he asks if you'll trade Pokémon with him. When you agree, he brings out an Applin, which immediately leaves you blushing but also spreads a huge smile on your face. The two of you officially start dating.

Kieran does is absolute best to try and be the boyfriend you deserve, even though it's his first relationship and he has no idea what he's doing half the time. The members of the League Club are surprised at first, but ultimately support you guys all the way!

You spend time together sharing battle strategies and having your Pokémon playing to try and get along. Turns out Ogerpon and Hydrapple become fast friends by the end of a particular play date, much to your delight.

He's not good at PDA, like, at all. He's still that shy and timid kid from Kitakami underneath it all, so he struggles with initiating affection even when it's just the two of you. You're the one who has to start the hugs and kisses, leaving him like a puddle of goo under your grasp.

Nightmares still plague him occasionally, mostly revolving the journey to Area Zero and how it all could've turned out for the worst if by some chance Terapagos decided to attack someone else. Maybe even you. If you're with him when they happen, you'll hold him tight and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he calms down, or if he calls you to make sure you're okay, you'll stay on the phone with him until he falls asleep again.

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...”

“It's okay Kieran. We're both okay, and that's all that matters.”

You two are the power couple that Blueberry Academy never expected, but deep down, you're just a pair of dorks who fawn over each other on a daily basis.

#Pokémon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #the teal mask #the indigo disk #pokemon reader inserts #crispin x reader #amarys x reader #lacey x reader #drayton x reader #kieran x reader #crispin pokemon #amarys pokemon #lacey pokemon #drayton pokemon #kieran pokemon

[eeteernity]

I need to be with this man so bad i need him in my life i want to be with him can more people be in love wiyh him i need fanfic even if its his daily life i am on my hands and knees whatever he wants i would do for him please write fanfiction before i do it myself

#bee and puppycat #crispin wizard #crispin #wizard #bee #puppycat #x reader #fanfiction #bee and puppycat x reader #crispin x reader #crispin wizard x reader #i love this man so much #rail me #i love crispin #clowns

[giggly-squiggily]

Could I request Ler!Reader and Lee!Crispin with “Look how red you are! How cute!”? It’s super adorable that Crispin is canonically a blusher. Look how flushed he gets during the trial! You could also substitute the ler for someone else. Love your work!

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

AHH! *cries in Crispin love* He's like the Pokemon version of Leopold and I adore him so! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D And thank you very much!

Crispin, you were quick to learn, was quite the blusher.

“Hey.” You nudged him, making him look your way. “I love you.”

And a quick one, at that.

“Oh, staaap!” He laughed, cheeks turning bright red as turned away, tugging at his collar. “You can’t just say that to me, (Y/N)!”

“Why not? It’s true.” You smiled, delighted at his deepening redness spreading across his skin. “I love you sooooooo much!”

“Oh my god, you’re too much!” Crispin cried, hiding his face in his hands as he turned away from you, ears bright red. “Staaap!”

“Never!” You grinned, taking the opportunity as you grabbed his sides, making him jerk up with a surprised squeak. “I’m gonna keep on loving you~ Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do~”

“Aha-ahehahahahaha, nhooohoho! Doohoohn’t stahahhahart tihiihihckling! Ahehahahahahha!” Crispin arched back with a string of giggles, twisting in your arms as you danced your fingers along his skin. “(Y/N)- hahahhang ohohohohn! Doohohohn’t siihiihihing!”

“I can’t help it, you make me wanna sing!” You giggled, pulling him back into your chest as you carried on gently tickling him- bringing your hands up to his belly. “Aww, look how red you are! It’s so cute!”

“Shuuhuhuhuhuhush! Aheahhahaha, noohoohohoht thehehehhehehre!” Crispin squealed, kicking his feet as he tried to hide his face and grab your hands at the same time. He failed at both spectacularly. “Ahahhahnywhhehehehre buuhuhut my behehehhelly!”

“Hmm? Is it too ticklish?” You cooed at him, one hand carrying on tickling him there while the other moved back to his side, making him squeal and kick. “Does it tickle too much, Crisp? Huh? Does it?”

“AHehhahahhaha! (Y/N), peahhahahhahahse!” Seeing how red he was, you let him go, watching him collapse back into you with greedy breaths. His arms came loosely around his torso, smoothing out his wrinkled chef uniform as he blinked away mirthful tears. “Ehehe..hehehe..yohohou’re luuhuhucky I loohohve you.”

“Hehe, I love you too.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead, smiling when his already heavy blush spread more. He was smiling though, snuggling back into you with a happy sigh.

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #crispin #reader #crispin x reader #fluff #tickles for the boy! #he's so cute HELP! #my actual son jkarkjeajkjkaerjka

[cosmicladyy]

texting woes

crispin x reader drabble

‘ me n u , date nxt fri, or el- ‘

way too threatening, delete.

‘ wouldst thou wish to accompany me t- ‘

too dorky, delete.

‘ heyy cuteface ;))) , wanna swing by my pl- ‘

“’Cuteface’?? You can not be serious right now.” Howell, who had been snooping over the clown enthusiast's shoulder, snags the phone out of his hands and deletes the poorly constructed message, writing something he deems more appropriate.

“Why’re you so nosey,” Crispin snarls and snatches his phone back, “This doesn’t even concern you!”

“I’m just trying to help you find someone, I need your room for storage.” The younger Wizard sibling shrugs, nearly throwing the older into a frenzy.

A throat clearing from the doorway distracts them from their impending argument, the second youngest of the family strolling in.

“Could you guys be any louder? I don’t think our neighbors caught that last part.” Cas drones on.

“Tell this barbarian,” The long-haired Wizard flicks his brother’s head, “that to woe someone, you must be delicate and alluring.”

“No, you tell this ass to mind his business!” Crispin smacks the offending hand away from him and crosses his arms with a huff.

“Why can’t I just ‘be myself’?”

“have you met you?”

The coding genius narrowly avoids a pillow thrown in her direction, “If we help, will you stop being a mopey baby?” (”I’m not being a mopey baby!!”) 

“Ha,” Howell laughs sarcastically in his sister’s face, “you? you can’t woo even if your life depended on it.”

Shooting a glare at her older brother, Cas whips her head towards her short-tempered brother on the couch; she took her brother’s taunting as a challenge. 

“Alright, tell them they look really nice today.”

“How would he know what they look like, genius? Ask them if they believe in love at first sight.”

“No way, tell them you only have three weeks to live-“

“What are you, a sadist?? Compliment their diet choices.”

Their screaming match attracts the attention of the rest of the family, the exact opposite of what Crispin wanted. When they’re briefed on the situation at hand, they also chime in with advice of their own.

(”Did you ask if they’re open to getting married?” “Deckard, they literally just met two days ago.”)

As a fight breaks out amongst the family over who’s right, Crispin manages to untangle himself from the mess and moves to stand over on the sidelines.

He lets out a sigh and re-evaluates his choices, knowing he probably should’ve just looked this junk up online. Maybe he shouldn’t even text at all..

A tap on the shoulder pulls him out of his funk and he looks over at the offender, his older brother, Wesley, extending his hand out for the phone.

‘Well, I’ve got nothing else to lose.’

He silently hands the device over and watches as the older Wizard types up a message and narrowly avoids a plant that was throw in their direction

‘ Got two tickets to the circus this Friday at 9, wanna come? ’

Before he could react, his brother hits send and hands the phone back over to a frazzled Crispin.

“WHA- WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME READ IT FIRST? THAT IS WAY TOO DIRE-”

a buzz cuts through all the noise and quiets everything down, the fighting sibs pausing their brawl.

holding his breath, he glances at his phone.

‘ i’d love to !! see you then <3 ‘

…

“You’re welcome.”

#crispin wizard x reader #crispin x reader #bapc x reader #bee and puppycat #can you believe i had this all ready to post #whoopsss #cosmicwrites #hc that crispin has no game #i didnt make it clear but hes texting reader

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Crispin x reader

You looked around a bit as you stepped off the train, a faint smile on your face. You had just returned from college, which was off the island and on the mainland. You were gone for about two years, but you definitely missed this place, and all the friends you had made here.

“Y/n!!” Speaking of friends, one of them was calling out to you as he walked up.

“Crispin!” You smiled more and pulled him into a hug when he got closer. Crispin flinched a bit from the sudden hug, but soon relaxed and hugged you back.

“I missed you too.” You pulled away from the hug, looking up/down at him. “But I’m here for good now. I’ve graduated and I won’t be leaving anymore.”

“For real?” He asked you, a hint of surprise, yet joy, in his voice.

“Yes, for real.” You laughed a bit in response. “I like it here.. I’ve grown up here, and all of my friends are here.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” Crispin helped you bring your bags to his car and helped you get them into his car before driving you home. The car ride was fairly quiet aside from some small talk between you two, Crispin asking you how college was and such, before it went quiet again. Well, it was, until he broke it.

“So, uh.. the fair’s back in town..”

“Wait really? We haven’t been since we were kids! You, me, and your siblings, I mean.”

“Yeah, true.. but I was wondering.. if you’d like to go with me?”

“Of course, I would love to! Are you sure, though? I thought you didn’t like being out in public like that?”

“Well..” you swore you could hear him mumble “with you, it’s not so bad,” but you brushed it off.

“Well, what time did you want to go?” You asked the green haired male.

“Uhh.. around 7-7:30?”

“Sure! Sounds good to me.”

“Alright, cool.” You stared out the window for a little bit, Crispin occasionally glanced over at you. The reason he had invited you to the fair was because he wanted to finally confess his feelings for you. Since you had grown up together, he had gained these feelings for you over time, and they only grew as time went on. Ever since you left for college, he had been waiting for you to come back.

“Alright, we’re here.” You were snapped from your thoughts as Crispin spoke up.

“Thank you for picking me up from the station, Crispin.”

“Of course, Y/n. It’s not a problem.” You both got out of the car and he helped you bring your things into your apartment/house.

“Thanks for your help. I’m going to get everything unpacked and get myself ready.”

“Alright, I’m going to, uh, take a nap I guess. I’ll see ya in a few hours.”

“Alright, see you!” You gave him a quick hug before walking him out, then closed the door after he drove off before going to unpack your bags.

~~timeskip to the fair~~

“Man, it’s definitely been years since we’ve been here, huh, Crispin?” He only nodded in response as he walked through the gate.

“Come on, let’s go look around!” You grabbed his hand and started walking with him.

The two of you went on several rides, well, mostly you, and you played a couple of the games. Crispin had even won you a plush (favorite animal), despite how cliche it is.

The two of you were now sitting away from the crowds after grabbing some food. You were telling Crispin some little stories from when you were away at college.

“Man, that sounds wild, Y/n.”

“It really was. I’m just glad to be back here, with you.”

“You.. are?”

“Well, of course!” You smiled softly. “…could I tell you something, Crispin?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well..” you took a deep breath, a faint blush rising to your face. “I wanted to tell you this before I left, but I didn’t want to make things awkward or anything, but… I love you, Crispin. I have for some time now, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship..” Crispin had to take a few moments to process the words you just said… which you were about to say something else, but you were interrupted by a kiss on the cheek.

“I.. love you too, Y/n. I had actually asked you to come with me to the fair, because I was going to tell you how I felt.”

“Wha- really?” You blushed more at his words.

“Yes, silly.” He chuckled a bit and took your hand into his own.

“I’m so glad you feel the same way.” You smiled and stood up.

“Want to head back to my place and watch movies and cuddle?”

“Sounds good to me.” Crispin stood up and walked back with you to his car, then brought you back to your apartment/house, where you two watched movies and cuddled for the rest of the evening.

#bee and puppycat #bapc #sfw #crispin wizard #crispin #bee and puppycat crispin #bapc crispin #crispin/reader #crispin x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot

[sassmochi]

Fanfic idea (Crispin x reader x Basilio)

Team Trese has been invited to an Island resort near the coast of Manila. With what seems to be a chance for a long-needed vacation turns into an investigation surrounding the murders of both the owner and one of the groundskeepers. With the help of the wind girls, they were introduced to a person that might help with the mystery surrounding their untimely deaths. But how can anyone focus on the task at hand, when both of the twins are too busy vying for the attention of a fisherman’s daughter? And Alexandra still seems to be shaken from the events of Talagbusao’s failed take-over.

idk if i should write it considering I'm still in the middle of exams but I just wanted to post this before I forget about it.

#trese netflix #alexandra trese #crispin and basilio #kambal x reader #crispin #basilio #trese komiks #trese kambal #crispin x reader #basilio x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do some headcanons of a Mc reader dating the BB League Elite 4 + Kieran but miraidon gets super jealous.

It gets to the point where they get out of their Pokeball to growl á them.

Amarys

While she isn't too good at expressing emotions herself, she can read the emotions of others quite well.

Apparently this extends to Pokémon, especially after she notices your Miraidon acting rather irate around her. It even got to the point where they kept bursting from their pokeball to growl at her whenever you're together.

"It seems your Agias has suddenly grown a dislike for me, [y/n]." She remarked one day. "But I cannot figure out why..have I done something to upset them recently?"

"Nothing that I know of. Although I think it's worth mentioning that they're actually called Miraidon, not Agias."

"..is that so? Then I will correct this error right away."

Both of you think that after she apologizes, the problem would be resolved...yet it continues, with Miraidon always budging into your conversations, trying to get you on their back and fly/drive off without warning, etc.

All of this happens despite there being no danger present.

Eventually, you chalk up their protective nature to one probable cause: Jealousy.

You were spending more time with Amarys, and perhaps that made your futuristic companion worried you'll spend less with them.

When you brought this up to your gf, she's surprised and isn't too sure how to resolve this..

Considering she's new to relationships, she didn't expect a Pokémon of all things to become so jealous of her.

You end up suggesting that the two bonded (outside of timed flying trials of course) so that they could learn to trust her more.

Despite lacking emotional depth, she still tries her best, knowing this would greatly benefit all three of you in the long run if you were going to continue dating.

Crispin

"Hey uh..your Pokémon is giving me a funny look again.....w-was the sandwich too spicy for them? I can always turn down the heat."

He's straight-up convinced that Miraidon is mad at him because he's making their sandwich the wrong way.

So he keeps changing up the ingredients, hoping to satisfy them (yet it doesn't help when they keep popping out of the pokeball and scaring him).

You've figured out ages ago that they were simply jealous of how much time you were spending with your new bf.

Alas, you're dating a chef who's not only a hothead, but an airhead as well.

"Do you think your Miraidon and Magmortar got into an argument? Because they keep staring at him like they wanna rip him apart..haha.."

"No, honey..it's you, not your Pokémon."

"....ohhh so you're saying I got into an argument with Miraidon! Yeah that makes sense..I did sorta lose my cool with them the other day..."

Sometimes you wonder if a bonk from that frying pan of his would help knock some sense into him....

Instead, though, you just have him sit down in the club room while you explain Miraidon's jealousy in detail.

Crispin finally understands and immediately feels bad (and a little dumb knowing it took him this long to realize it). He's rushing to apologize to your companion, promising to make them the best sandwich possible--hot or not.

He still gets nervous about kissing you/holding your hand when they're nearby, often feeling the need to hide behind the pan.

But you reassure him it's okay.

Drayton

Tbh he kinda relishes in the huffy demeanor your Miraidon has been displaying in recent days.

The way they gnash their teeth, circle around him, make sparks fly, hover over you, and light up their eyes as though preparing to use Electro Drift...

Yep, despite how flashy and futuristic they are...all Drayton sees is another dragon type Pokémon who's throwing temper tantrums.

And being such chill guy around dragons, he has no fear and instead teases them behind your back, getting them riled up.

"Oh c'mon. You don't scare me. I know you've been looking out for [y/n]...and watching them hang out with Kingdra and Archaludon-"

"Agiiaaassss.."

"...there it is." He laughs. "Look, I'm not "stealing" them from ya. So let's just try to get along for their sake, alright?"

"......"

"Right. I knew we'd come to an understandin'."

Somehow, the two are VERY good at hiding this little grudge from you, although you have noticed Miraidon being more protective than usual over you whenever Drayton's around.

But it boils over when they saw you shining his Archaludon's armor while on a picnic date, throwing a fit and almost having a fullblown battle with each other without either of you at the helm.

Luckily, all the other dragons on your team diffused the situation...

You're a little bit outraged (pun not intended) that Drayton never told you of Miraidon's jealousy issues--and that he was taunting them for it.

"C'mon, they know I'm only kidding around."

"...our Pokémon almost broke the damn table."

"I'll pay for the damages."

"I think you're missing the point here, babe.."

Lacey

From the moment she started showing you around the school...she wondered why Miraidon was acting weird.

Her first thought was that they could sense her being a fairy type trainer, but she isn't sure what to do about that, so she keeps quiet.

But after you two started dating, they grew more protective of you and jealous of her..and it's something she notices waaaay before you do.

After it gets to the point of them jumping out of their pokeball to scare her (and quickly go back in without you seeing them), her nerves were shot.

Even so, she doesn't want you to worry. So she keeps trying to be friendly towards them, but it's hard.

Doesn't help that Granbull is being quite sassy towards the electric/dragon type, too, growing just as protective over Lacey as they are over you.

And ofc she has to quell their argument before things turn ugly...and one day, it almost did.

"I'm sorry, but this is NOT right!" She crosses her arms, standing between the two Pokémon. "Granbull, I know you're better than this. And Miraidon, I know you don't trust me, but you need to-"

"What's going on, Lace?"

"!!!"

You were gone for all but two minutes, and you come back to your poor gf trying to stop a Pokémon battle from taking place.

Finally, she admits that Miraidon has been acting extremely jealous and it's made her nervous.

You feel terrible for not realizing this sooner, and promise to speak to your companion about it.

Least to say..you wind up coddling them and giving them treats, reassuring them you'll still pay attention to them--but they had to be nice to Lacey and not antagonize her fairies.

Reluctantly, they agree on the condition of getting a sandwich everyday.

Kieran

Considering Miraidon saved his life, it was definitely strange when that same Pokémon now seemingly hated his guts..

This all happened the moment you and him starting dating, with them popping out of the pokeball (and not because he mentioned sandwiches) and growling before you could share your first kiss.

It was embarrassing for Kieran, and he doesn't know how to earn their trust back.

He just muddles over the fact that he was...definitely less-than-kind to you, their trainer, back before the trip to Area Zero.

He said things to you that he didn't mean, things he regretted saying..and suddenly he wonders if Miraidon could have possibly heard all of that.

If they could hear you both discussing sandwiches, then surely....

It genuinely starts to stress him out, as he's trying so hard to make amends with everyone and not be hated anymore.

And yet he seemed to be forgiven by all...except for Miraidon.

Maybe they even regret saving him

You notice that your bf is starting to cower behind you at their presence, being scared to look them in the eye, etc.

Eventually, you get him to confess that he thinks your companion despises him, and the guilt resurfaces enough to make him cry, kneeling and pleading for their forgiveness.

But you comfort and reassure him that Miraidon's only jealous of you two spending so much time together.

"R-Really? That's all it was...?"

"Yep. I already gave them a stern talking to." You help him stand up. "I'm sorry they keep coming off as aggressive. They just gotta warm up to you a little more, that's all."

"So they don't..hate me?"

"Nope."

After that, Kieran tries his best to earn the dragon type's respect, becoming a bit braver with each interaction.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon crispin #pokemon lacey #pokemon drayton #pokemon amarys #miraidon #headcanons

[kurooo-is-here]

Oh, I got an idea! Drayton x Reader and Lacey x Crispin, the reader and Crispin want to get their crushes to finally confess to them but they're taking too damn long! They team up and pretend to be dating to get both of them jealous >:) (And Drayton in the end loses his cool! Le gasp!) (Could u also get Crispin and Reader to almost kiss? THX U)

LMAO this one was so fun to write! Drayton is definitely more jealous while Lacey is calmer and mature.

Drayton x Reader and Crispin x Lacey

You and Crispin have been besties for years now, so of course you two talked about your crushes!

Crispin sighed and said he couldn't get himself to confess, so he was hoping Lacey could do it first to save him the trouble-- but she hasn't, even after all this time, despite showing interest in him! And he's never had to courage to go up and talk to her properly about his feelings. Poor guy...

Meanwhile, Drayton was always conveniently avoiding the subject, making jokes to change the subject. One time, he even just dozed off for no reason in the middle of you talking! Goddamnit toothpaste boy!!

You and Crispin devised a plan: pretend you're dating each other to get the two of them jealous! What could go wrong?? :D

It started with you leaning on Crispin's shoulder and holding his hand in the halls. No one was really surprised by this sudden display of "affection", since you two were already long-time friends. It was the perfect excuse.

Drayton and Lacey didn't say anything at first, but they definitely raised an eyebrow at you two-- so you decided to turn it up a notch.

One day in the clubroom, you loudly proclaimed that you loved Crispin sooo much, you just wanted to smooch him right now! As you leaned in for the "kiss", Drayton quite literally put his hand between your mouths to stop you.

"Uh, guys. No kissing in the clubroom." Drayton said, crossing his arms. His tone was surprisingly calm, but you knew better than to be fooled by that. He was about to lose his cool.

Crispin grinned at you knowingly and pushed further. "Whaaat, is someone jealous?"

Drayton's smile dropped. The entire room went silent as everyone noticed his demeanor. "Haha, what if I am?" He asked, tilting his head. "..What if I think you're trying to play me for a fool?" His icy tone sent shivers down your spine, despite not being directed at you.

"GAH! You saw through our plan?!" Crispin blurted, putting his head in his hands. "Ugh, Y/N! I thought we had him!"

The tension seemed to lift slightly. Drayton smiled again, though his smile looked... strained. "Ah, so you did plan this?"

Lacey walked over too, much to Crispin's dismay. "Crispin! You shouldn't play with people's hearts like that, it's just not right!"

Lacey looked at Drayton, and they both nodded. "Crispin, we'll decide a suitable punishment for you later." Drayton said.

Crispin nearly fell out of his seat. "W-Wait, WHAT?! But this wasn't all my idea, Y/N was in on it too--"

Drayton put a hand on your shoulder as he glared at Crispin. "Believe me, I know." Somehow, Drayton's touch felt oddly warm. Lacey had to drag Crispin out of the room to have a talk with him, leaving you and Drayton alone at the table.

"Drayton, I really am sorry about all of that... I don't actually like Crispin that way." You said quietly. "I understand if you're upset."

Drayton just sighed. "Apology accepted, as long as you don't do it again." He said, sitting next to you.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on you. "Wait... you agreed with Crispin earlier when he asked if you got jealous.. does that mean-?"

"Bingo!" Drayton replied. "Though I never imagined the confession would happen like THIS."

He laughed and leaned closer to you. "But... from now on, you're my treasure. No one's gonna get in the way of that."

His tone seemed sincere this time. It flustered you, seeing him so serious.

Seems like Crispin got his happy ending too, because he came back to the clubroom with a kiss mark on his cheek and a big smile on his face. You both celebrated by yelling "LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!" before Lacey ran in to tell you two to lower your voices.

Turns out, Lacey had given Crispin a pretty stern talking to, but she got a bit frustrated and had to sit down for a moment to collect her thoughts. Crispin sat beside her and they had a talk for awhile about their families and futures, at which point Lacey finally admitted she had feelings for Crispin.

Drayton may or may not have challenged Crispin to a battle later, and Crispin may or may not have lost horribly after Drayton unleashed the fury of his Pokemon. Oops.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon crispin #crispin x lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #kuro writes

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Run With Me

Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen!Virgin!Reader

Gif created by @jameswan

Smut (MDNI +18)

Summary: You are the eldest sister and daughter of the Targaryen family. Your father bypasses you as heir to the throne as the rules of realm proclaim you illegitimate to the line of succession. Because of this you feel ignored and develop a friendship with your knight Ser Criston Cole. One day before your wedding, he confesses his love for you.

A/N: I know people are hating on Criston right now. I hate him, too. But I still have a place for him in my heart because he’s a very nuanced character along with Alicent whom people also have their qualms with. Anyway, I wrote a happier version of the ‘run away with me’ sequence between him and Rhaenyra except it’s the reader of course. I hope ya’ll enjoy because I did.

Word Count: 4.9k+

Warnings: misogyny, feeling of depression and loneliness, attempted suicide, loss of virginity, p in v (unprotected), sub/dom dynamics, blood kink, choking, spit kink, spit as lube, creampie, doggystyle, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), spanking, cum eating, ambiguous happy ending

The bastard child. That was just one of the many names you’ve heard swirling around the streets of the Dragonstone when referring to you. It used to hurt a lot more but now you’ve owned up to the name.

You were not birthed by Aemma Arryn. Instead, you were a child born out of wedlock. Daughter of a whore and King Viserys I. As a young child, your father would visit every other fortnight, providing you with food and clothing while keeping you a secret from the public. Slowly, his visits would be few to none and your mother struggled to stay afloat for the two of you.

At age 17, your mother had passed away from illness. This was the point where you’d truly felt forsakened by the Gods. Your father left you and your mother to crawl through pits of hell, your mother’s gone, and now you were officially alone.

When you learned of the Queen’s death, however, you were saddened. In some way, you’d seen her as a mother to you indirectly. Although, she hated the idea that her husband had a secret love child, she still encouraged her husband to be apart of your life. So when she’d died the same day your mother passed, you were utterly shattered. Completely broken.

King Viserys I Targaryen, claimed you as his daughter not long after Aemma and Baelon’s funeral, as a promise to his wife that he’s stay apart of your life.

Just like that you were supposed to accept this new life. No longer on the streets, forced to wear pretty dresses, and learn the customs of the kingdom. Just like that and you were in the eye of the public sent to be torn to bits by rumors and societal norms that did not apply to you. And just like that…you were made to see the man who’s been in and out of your life for 17 years as your Father.

It’s numbing to say the least. Even after 4 years, at the age of 21, you couldn’t possibly see yourself as part of the family. Everyone knows this, too. Even if you shared blood with the King himself, you’ll never be a real Targaryen in there eyes.

The day that Rhaenyra was announced heir was evidence enough. Your father, although, kind and remorseful for his absence understood the rules of the realm already takes issue with a woman on the throne but an illegitimate child would cause a war of all wars.

Now as woman of the Targaryen line with no position for the throne, your next bet was to be married off to some high lord. Your father had plans to marry you off to Lord Jason Lannister. Little protest could be made, your duty was to marry to this man you hardly knew. A man filled with plenty pride but lacked intelligence.

It was as if no one could hear your pleas for help. No one. Not even your half sister could understand this pain.

You belonged nowhere.

————

It was the day of the royal hunt for Price Aegon’s 2nd nameday. Your father ordered you to spend at least a few moments of your time with Lord Jason much to your chagrin.

“Expect that in our marriage, Lady Targaryen, we bore 6 children. All healthy, strong boys that will become future great men leading within the walls of King’s Landing.”

“Although, that sounds…enticing. I just don’t think I’d like that many children. At least…I’m not sure of it so soon. I am young.”

“You are far above the age of marital age for women. Very well a spinster. Should you really have any standards for which you’d be willing to proceed?”

You seethed, clenching your teeth in order to keep yourself from saying anything rude. “Will you please excuse me, Lord Jason.”

You curtsied then walked briskly away. You were sure that your father had his eyes on you. You didn’t care. You wished to be as far away from this place as you could. Your knight Ser Criston Cole follows closely behind you.

You wanted to be alone. Hiking up your dress, you kicked off your shoes and made a run for it through the woods. Ser Criston following close after you.

Your heart pounded against your chest, your heavy garments weighed down on you, your feet hurt with each contact of the unsteady ground but you ran. You ran as if you were searching for the end of the earth.

Every now and then, you’d look back. He was gaining on you. You grew tired but with the last bit of adrenaline you had you continued forward. You abruptly stopped in your tracks when you realize you’d nearly ran over the edge of a cliff. You looked below you. The ragged large rocks and forestry had never looked so peaceful.

“Princess!” Ser Criston calls from behind you. You turned to face him, tears running down your face. Your inches away from the ledge, the tiny rock under your feet shift and roll off with each move you make.

“Don’t call me that,” You shook your head. “I’m no princess. I’m no Targaryen. I’m the daughter of a whore. I’ve lived most of my years scavenging through streets only a few miles away from where my father rules. Now I walk above those same streets but still…it’s only a few miles away. I will always be reminded of my past. I’m not wanted. Instead of my father willing to understand me, he marries me off to a prideful fool. It isn’t fair. I wish to live no more.”

You attempt to lift your feet up to hang over the ledge. Your white knight makes calls out your name halting you from further movement.

“Understand,” He says in a shaky voice, his hands put out in front of him. Gradually, he inches further up to you. “I know what it is like to come from nothing. To have no one. I’ve lost so much in my life that this life I know now is all I know and all I can remember. I would give anything to remember my life before all this that way I’d appreciate who I am now and know the legacy I carry. Your past is who you are. We cannot erase those parts of ourselves whether wish to or not. You have that privilege to know where you come from and use it to your advantage. You belong here.”

“I don’t. My father only came to find me after all these years because his wife requested it on her deathbed. She showed me more compassion final moments than he’s ever shown me in my entire life.”

“And he regrets this everyday. You don’t need to forgive him. It is your choice what you choose. But he only had the best intentions for you now. Even with marrying you off. You’d have a better life. You’d be comfortable and happy.”

“Happy? I’m not marrying who I want. I’m only a pawn for political power. I understand you come from suffering as well, Criston. But you do not carry these burdens that I do. I’m mocked constantly by my own people. I’m all alone.”

“Your not. If there’s anyone that could understand just a morsel of troubles, it’s your sister. She’s a woman announced as heir to the throne. You understand the kind of torment she’s facing because of this. If you’d talk with her maybe it won’t be so lonely,” He standing right behind you. “But please…don’t take your life. There’s more to look forward to. You’re not done seeing life yet.”

You breathing quickens, heavy. You breakdown crying. Ser Criston wrapping his arms around you and you melt in his touch. One of his hands cradles the back of your head to hold you against his chest. The embrace lasting for about 3 minutes before you part.

“Would you like to go back?” He questions.

“No. Not yet.” With that, you walked back through the woods and he follows you through.

The night arrived and you both set camp somewhere. A fire started in the middle you as your only source of light. You both exchange stories of your lives. Ser Criston not remembering much of his life because of the trauma he’s experienced but the parts he remembered fondly opened him up. His smile was quite dashing. It was enough to make you wish that you could always make him laugh.

He’d only every smiled around Rhaenyra most times. You could tell he was fond of her. She was beautiful so it was not hard to see why. She was also very daring. It was unheard for women to speak up so boldly. It was something you’ve always aspired to be. You always envied that you couldn’t speak up for yourself the way you wanted to. Sometimes you just wanted the chance to do as you please with no consequences.

“Have you ever though about what life beyond here is like?” You asked Ser Criston.

“Yes. I think about it all the time. What it’d be like to live life aside from my vows. It’s tempting dream but it’s just not in my future.” He shrugs.

“In my dreams, there’s a place called Sunfair. It’s beautiful because there…nobody knows who I am so they can’t judge me. I’m only a woman. I can do as I please. It’s peaceful. Every time, I close my eyes and dream, I hope to be there again only the next time I wish it to be real.”

“It sounds like a lovely place. I wouldn’t mind joining that nation.” He jokes.

“I think you’d be more than welcome, Ser Criston. A place like that needs a man like you. You’re kind, understanding. If I ever see it again, I’ll dream you’re there, too.”

The knight smiles. “I’d appreciate it, Princess.”

You smiled back. Comfortable silence falling between you with the only other sound being the crackling of the fire.

When the morning arose, you found Ser Criston had thrown his cloak over you while you rested on the soft moss. The walk back to the camp area was silent. At some point, the two of you spotted the white stag for the hunt. Instead of killing it, you approached it, looking in its eyes before setting it free. Your father immediately chastised you upon arrival but relief washed over him knowing you returned safe.

You took the time to approach you sister for a conversation to settle any tension between you two.

“Rhaenyra, I would like to apologize. I was cold. Distant. I made no effort whatsoever to form a relationship with you. I understand if you do not wish to speak with me. But I do want you to know that I would be honored if you were my queen. Your leadership would be much appreciated in this kingdom and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot.”

Rhaenyra laughs. “Thank you, sister. I should apologize, too. I wasn’t so easy to get along with either.”

“Well, both our mothers did pass away within each other, it was only natural that we’d have a hard time getting along,” You excused. “I would like for us to confide in one another for now on. I think we could really support one another especially during times like these.”

“I-I’d like that, sister.” Rhaenyra says, smilingly brightly.

The rest of the day, the two of you bonded over the struggles you both faced as women and the fight for your own autonomy. It was nice to know that you weren’t exactly alone.

You notice Ser Criston across the camp shooting a small smile. You smile back, silently thanking him for listening to you and for patching your relationship with your sister.

On the Sail back home, You and Ser Criston continued telling stories to each other to amuse you. He told you of the battles he’s been in and, although violent, it was captivating. He was warrior to say the least. Sometimes, you question if he forced himself to forget certain things to protect his own peace of mind.

When you arrived home, your white knight took his place standing in front of your bedroom door. You knew you had to go to bed soon but you wanted to talk just a little more.

“I want to thank you, Ser Criston, you’ve helped me out of my shell these past few days. It’s not been easy to say the least. I still struggle with the idea that I’m to be wed to a man with the arrogance the size of horse but I appreciate being able to make amends with my family. “

“If I could, I’d do all I could to make you happy so that you’d never feel the need hide yourself again.”

“Criston…” You whispered.

His hand rests on your cheek, lightly caressing it with his thumb. He’s looking down at you with so much love that it makes your heart full. His lips lower onto yours and he kisses you. His lips are pressed softly on yours like they’re barely there.

He pulls away, apologizing profusely. “I don’t know what came over me, Princess. Forgive me for my misconduct. I shall find myself punished for—”

You cut him off, placing your lips back onto his. This time adding pressure into the kiss. He places his hands over your arms, pushing you away.

“We shouldn’t.” He whispers.

“I don’t care. I just want you,” Your hands run through his hair. “Let me take care of you. In exchange, you’ll take care of me, too.”

“My vows…”

“Forget them in this moment. Let us go to that place in my dreams. The one where you are just a man and i, a woman.”

“It’s wrong.”

“Is it because you love my sister? I see the way you look at her. If that is who you wish to be with, I will not stop you. But I want you to know that I care for you. I have always cared since the first day we met four years ago and you noticed me in the far corner of the room when everyone else ignored. I just hope we can still be friends.”

“Princess!” He growls his hands, cupping your face. “How could you think I wouldn’t want you? I’m not in love with your sister. I love you. I’ve love you since then, too. I’ve just kept my distance because of moments like these. These moments were I’d want you all to myself.”

“You have me,” You turn the knob to your bedroom door. “Stay with me with night. Make me yours. I don’t want to spend another night without you.”

“Then, you have me as well.” He kisses you once more the two of you, stumbling into your room. He shuts the door behind him and he looks at you, eyes dark with pure lust.

You helped him out of his heavy armor, slowly removing them as a sensual way of teasing him. You found that you were only torturing yourself in the process. You needed him badly.

He helps you out of your dress and corset, kissing down your neck and back with each new part of exposed skin.

You turn to face him again, eager to feel his lips on yours again. Your back pressed up against the wall and his strong hand around your throat. You gasped against his lips at his sudden dominance.

“Take me, Criston. Don’t make me wait.”

Taking you by your neck, he peels you away from the wall, walking you back towards your bed. He show you back and you fall onto your mattress. You sit up on your elbows, watching him remove his pants in anticipation.

The moment he’s released from his confinements, you gasp. Your eyes followed v-line of his abdomen leading to something so beautiful. He’s large and erect. You’ve never seen a penis before but the mere size of him was intimidating. The view from where you sat made him look like a King before you. Tan skin glowing with contrast of the orange flames lit around your room. His chest chiseled to that of a Greek God, the hairs sprouting from his pecs adding to his manly presence.

Pulling your legs so that your ass hung just a little over the edge of the bed, he brings them to your chest, widening you for him. He’s on his knees before you. Your glistening virgin cunt presenting before him. He can practically see your heart beating staring down at.

Ser Criston’s eyes never leave yours. Sticking out his long, thick tongue; he licks a long stripe in between your folds collecting the juices that have accumulated. You mewled at this new sensation. Who would have thought the feeling of a wet tongue between your legs could feel this good?

He gives you a few teasing kitten lick before moving his mouth entirely from your core, sucking and biting your inner thighs instead. He wanted to torture you, is that it?

You couldn’t bare it. You needed him now. If he wished for you to beg him, you wouldn’t hesitate.

“Criston…please. I need you. I need your mouth on me. Please drink me.”

“Does my princess wish to have her first orgasm from a mouth willing to please?”

“Yes, yes. I want it.” You cried, hips rolling.

“Your wish is my command.” He chuckles, finding your desperation amusing. Then, his mouth latches onto your swollen clitoris and you go mad.

You moaning as if the walls were thin and yet neither of you cared. He’s shaking his head side to side, mouth fully dived into your pussy to drink from it’s fountain. He loved the way you even tasted so pure against his tongue.

Needing to know just how tight you are, he sinks a finger into you. You tremble at this new sensation. You’ve fingered yourself before but it’s never touched this level inside you. He laps at your clit while fucking his finger into you and another gush of your juices shoot up.

“Fuck, this cunt’s weeping for me.” He groans.

“All for you, Ser.”

He groans at this. He never thought hearing his title said during sex could sound so good. It made him go feral. Forcing another finger into you, he spreads them inside you in order to stretch you out. You were unbelievably tight and Criston worried that even with his fingers it wasn’t enough to properly prepare you for his large cock.

He’s devouring you and the mixing of his fingers pumping into you, massaging your sweet spot, was enough to have you hyperventilating. You’re eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were going to come and it would be with an intensity you weren’t sure you can handle. Yet, you rock against his fingers to reach for it anyway.

He smiles up at you. “That’s it, princess. Ride them the way you would my cock.”

He spanks your clitoris and your officially through. The brightness of a thousand suns blind your vision and your body stiffens as your orgasm slams through you. Then, you begin to convulse feeling his fingers continue to hit against the pressure so that it builds and builds.Tears flowed from your eyes and you wrapped a hand around his wrists to keep him from pumping anymore or you’d lose consciousness.

Showing mercy, he slows his pace until he finally stops pumping watching the way you writhed and whimpered at the sensation he’s given you. When he felt like all shocks had dissipated, he slowly slid his fingers from your soaking pussy. His fingers slick with your honey, he brings them to his lips for a taste. He brings them to your lips as well smearing it around. You instinctively licked your lips, tasting the ambrosia.

“I need to be inside you.” He says.

You move up on the bed, getting on your hands and knees. You press you face down into the mattress. “Take me this way.”

“But…it’ll be too much for your first time. It’ll hurt.”

“I want this, Criston. I mean it. I want to be fill by you. Every inch.”

He bites his lip to keep himself from letting out a desperate whine. You were going to be the death of him.

Positioning himself behind you, he spits in his hand and strokes himself a few times. He didn’t need to do so. You were already so wet but he figured anything could help you to adjust to him. He’s pressed against your entrance, your folds parting to make way for his intrusion. The pressure is heavy but he makes no attempts to move further. Impatiently, you rock back against him in an attempt to sink down on him. He holds your hips from further movement. You whine.

His hand collides with your plump ass and in the same swift motion, his cock splits you open. You clenched the sheets, gasping at the feeling of being torn apart. He moans above you. He understood that you were in pain but the sensation of your velvety walls swallowing him in was so blissful that all he could do is voice his pleasure.

Ser Criston stills. Only a quarter of his length is inside you. He pulls out, only the tip inside. Then, he plunges in again. This time half of him inside you. You let out a choked cry. He rubs your ass and your back as he continues to feed more of himself into your cunt with each thrust.

He snaps his hips forward, rough against you. This last thrust causing you to scream out. He’s fully inside you. Yanking you by your hair, he tangles a fist around it. With your face risen, he uses his other hand to clamp over your mouth, knowing that once he begins moving you’ll be screaming for bloody mercy.

He snaps his hips into you over and over again until he’s picked up a rough pace. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on that pressure of being filled to the brim over and over again. You sobbed into his hand. He’s growling above you like a mad man. An animal. This was how you were meant to be taken. Raw and pounded in with reckless abandon.

The grip of your hands bunching the sheets beneath you matching his grip around your hair. Your tears running down his fingers yet his grip over your mouth never falters. The clapping sounds of his hips clashing with your ass only made you clench around him harder.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so incredibly tight.” He groans.

He removes his hands from your hair and over your mouth, sending you falling forward against his harsh strokes. He pulls out of you and your disoriented and scared that he’ll leave you with no more of him.

“Please put it back in!” You could cry again.

He flips you onto your back, smirking. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He plunges into you again, a sign of his devotion to please you. You were going to cum on his cock tonight. He was going to make sure of it.

He’s strokes long and deep into you, dark eyes boring into your own. His cock sloshes around in your pooling heat. You lay a hand against his chest curling your fingers into the chest hair, feeling his heart beat.

His lips find your and your tongues fight for dominance. Your body are entangled in a hot and sweaty embrace and you wished you could stay like this forever. He allows himself the moment to remove his eyes from your blissed out face, staring down between your bodies. Your pussy eagerly draws in his cock begging for its presence even when he pulls out. The mix of blood and your creaminess coats his cock and he could feel pride consume him, knowing that he’s the one to take your precious flower. If he could, he’s keep the bloody sheets as a reminder of how well he’s fucked throughly into you.

Then, he witnesses your hands snaking between your body to rub yourself. He goes into a frenzy at this sight, thrusting so fast into you that you can hardly keep up your grinding. You accept his punishing pace, letting him fuck you into the mattress. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

“I’m gonna come.” You chant over and over.

“Me too, princess. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock.”

“Cum with me. I want you to cum inside me. Make me yours.”

“You mean this?”

“Yes, I want to carry your children,” You cradle your face in your hands, pecking his lips. “Let go for me, love. Fill me with everything you’ve got.”

“Ughh.” He fills you clenched around him like a vice and he comes hard. His white essence painting your walls. He’s gasping and whines with each spurt.

You follow after him, your orgasm hitting harder at the feeling of him filling you. This was exactly you’ve craved from him for so long. You’d desperate wanted to have his children and this moment was an act of you love for him.

When you both came to, you smiled at one another. The wet, sticky mess between you was evidence of your desires for one another. He pulls out of of you slowly. You both groan from the lost. But once he lays beside you and rests you against his chest, you felt no need to mourn the loss of him inside you. You were whole again.

“I marry tomorrow.” You whispered.

“I know.” He sighs.

“I don’t regret any of this. I love you always.”

“I love you.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I will never be apart from you, even when you’re married. My life and my heart belongs to you.”

You held onto each other for dear life. The inevitable will soon arrive. So all you could do now is stall time and wish for it to freeze entirely that way you could forever be with the one you truly loved.

—————

In the morning, your handmaidens had prepared your wardrobe and hair for the wedding. You were noticeably disheartened but neither of them commented, understanding you didn’t wish to be married of to a Lannister. They pitied you but, nonetheless less, your duties are to be fulfilled.

The guests board the ships for the wedding venue and you felt sick at the thought that you were soon approaching a life of an unloving political arrangement.

Criston approaches you, watching as you looked out into the sea. “Princess.” He greets.

You turned to look at him, giving a small smile before looking out into the ocean once again.

“I must tell you. I won’t be serving here very long. I’ve decided I’ll be resigning my position. I’ve broken my vows and I’m sure if I continue my duties here knowing what I’ve done.”

You look at him, eyes widened. “No. You can’t.”

“I must.”

“If you leave, you’ll kill me dead. I’ll be all alone again. I can’t bare it if you’re not in my life.”

“Then, run with me.” He says, slowly closing in on you. “I know of a place. A place with beautiful green pastures. Oranges and cinnamon in abundance. We could go there. It could be our Sunfair.”

“But my duties—”

“You said you’d like to marry for love. We love each other, do we not? If you don’t wish to marry, we could flee. Rhaenyra will be queen. You won’t miss out on the crown or the throne. Come live with me and we could live happily. They’ll never find us.”

You were panting, this spontaneous decision taking you by surprise. This meant leaving your life behind for good. Your father and sister never to be seen again.

“Family…”

“We could start a family of our own,” He places a hand on your stomach. “We can have as many as you’d like. They’d never have to suffer for long as I’m here. But I do not wish to see them torn apart for the fight of royalty and legitimacy.”

“I want this. And I want you.”

“Then be my wife—Run. With. Me.” He stares you in the eye, pleading for your to say something.

“Yes,” You smiled, tears falling down your face. “I’ll be your wife. I’ll run with you. I’ll be the mother to your children.”

He beams with joy, cupping your face. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Take my hand.” He says, holding it out.

You hesitate, looking around before taking it. Reaching the peak of the boat, you step up along with him. People began to scream and yell at the sight, guards making their way to you. You looked at your father one last time a look of horror on his face but then your face lands on Rhaenyra and she’s smiling, nodding her approval.

You focus your eyes on Criston one last time and then you both jump ship. Regardless of whether you’d live or not, you did it. In the end, you’d get to be with him through the end.

Meanwhile, the people screamed for you from above. Below, you and Criston swirled around each other underwater, smiling then leaned for a kiss sealing your love for a lifetime.

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[ellebakers]

☆ I know who you pretend I am | Part two

Criston Cole x reader

Part one

Summary : If Criston wants to play with you then you will play.

Warning(s) : Language, angst, smut as always :)

Tag list : @enchantedbones @whitejuliana1204

Stupid.

This is how you felt…

Criston had only played with you for few months, all just to get Rhaenyra back. He managed to get what he wanted, with an extra. You. he got you, naked, sweating and screaming his name.

How could you be so blind and stupid ? You had let your body speak and here is the result, you were heartbroken. You watched as the princess laughed at something he had just whispered to her, and as they rubbed the knife in the wound, your sister came over and sat down beside you.

"Can you tell me what's bothering you."

You didn't take your eyes off the pair as you exhaled sharply.

"What makes you think I'm bothered by something ?"

Alicent stroked your hair affectionately, drawing your gaze to her. "You haven't touched your plate since you arrived, and I noticed that you hadn't taken your eyes off the princess and Ser Criston."

You stiffened when she mentioned them. "I'm not really in the mood to party my dear sister."

Alicent crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back in her chair. "You know there's nothing between them, right ?"

You pretended not to understand when she glared at you. "Don't make the mistake of taking me for a simpleton y/n."

You sighed and turned to her. "I appreciate you worrying about me, but I'm fine. Now excuse me but I'm going to retire to my quarters, I'm tired."

Your sister opened her mouth to protest but you were already gone. What you didn't know is that Criston hadn't taken his eyes off you when you were leaving. He wondered why you hadn't spoken to him, why you hadn't played his little game.

After all, the last time you played this, he ended up with his cock buried inside you, and he was ready to do anything to start over.

.

Returning to your room you asked the guards not to allow any visitors, especially not Criston Cole.

The night was eventful, when you closed your eyes images of the princess and Criston came to your mind, which forced you to wake up.

As for the knight, the night was hectic too, he couldn't close his eyes, after you left the meal, he tried to visit you but the guards in front of your door informed him of your order, and to say he was disappointed would be an understatement.

The next day you did not leave your room, ordering that your meal be brought back to your room. It was out of the question for you to see a certain person.

It was late in the day when your sister came into your room, clearly upset. "Out."

You frowned, putting down the book you were reading quietly before she disturbed your calm.

"What ?"

"You heard me very well, I want you out of your room. I asked to get the horses ready, you and I are going for a ride , we have to talk."

"But-"

She pointed a dangerous index finger in your direction. "Your queen asked you something, you have to obey. Join me in the courtyard in five minutes."

She walked away, leaving you speechless. You had nothing against taking a walk with your older sister, what bothered you was that her protector would be there. Criston Cole.

But you knew better than to annoy Alicent, so you went to join her reluctantly.

.

One hour, it had been an hour since the ride had started and you hadn't spoken.

Alicent glanced behind her to make sure her protector wasn't hearing, then turned to you.

"For heaven's sake he can't hear us, could you please tell me what's going on between you two ?"

You groaned closing your eyes, this conversation was already giving you a headache. "Alicent, there is nothing between us."

She let out a cold laugh. "Obviously ! Even a blind man would see that there is something between you. For months you have been flirting, but since yesterday something has changed between you and I would like you to tell me about it."

You sighed and glanced at Criston. The poor man looked sad until he met your gaze and stiffened on his horse.

You looked at your impatient sister and threw your hands in surrender. "Fine. We have..."

Alicent frowned, confused. "Well finish your sentence."

"You know, we have.." You waved your hands to try to make her understand.

"Y/n, use words !"

"We slept together."

The redhead raised her eyebrows and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Finally ! Better late than never."

You gasped. "Alicent !"

Your reaction made your sister laugh. "Excuse me. It's just that you've been circling around each other for months, I'm surprised you haven't done it before."

You shook your head smiling, then the memory of Criston with the princess came back to you. "But he only used me to get Rhaenyra back."

Your sister laughed, offending you. "Thank you."

Once her giggle passed, she looked at you gently. "Y/n, you're smart, how can you believe such a thing. This man is in love with you."

"He's not in love with me. He just used me for his pleasure."

Alicent's gaze became sad. "Y/n, believe me, I know when a man uses a woman just for his pleasure and Criston doesn't. After you left last night, he followed you, and when your guardians refused him the acces I thought he was going crazy. He's been asking to see you all day. Do you know why I came to look for you ?"

You shook your head.

"I spoke with Rhaenyra and she told me that Ser Criston approached her yesterday to apologize, and to tell her that he had finally found love. With you."

You couldn't believe your ears. He loved you, and you had made unfounded accusations, the poor man had to suffer even more than you.

For his part, Criston was dying to know what you could be talking about with your sister, but your protector caught his attention. "She must be good."

Cole came back to earth and turned to Wilson.

"What are you talking about ?"

Your new protector was everything Criston hated, young and arrogant.

"Y/n, I said I heard her moan two nights ago, I wish I was the person she was with, she must be good."

Criston saw red. He placed his horse in front of Wilson's in order to block it. "What are you doing ?"

"How dare you talk about her like that. How dare you call her by her first name. I won't accept such disrespect."

Wilson laughed. "Am I dreaming ? You have feelings for her ! Was it you with her that night ? So she was good, right."

Criston took out his sword and placed it at Wilson's throat. The riot caught the attention of the two young women, causing them to stop.

"Is everything okay Ser Criston ?" Alicent Shouted.

"Yes my queen, go on your way, we are coming."

Once the horses were back on the road, the knight spoke in a menacing voice.

"If you talk about her like this again, or look at her in a way I don't like, I'll kill you. Am I clear ?"

Wilson nodded, Criston set off again and accelerated to join the two women. An hour later, you stop in a small clearing to take a break. As you sat down on the grass, Alicent faked a yawn.

"I'm exhausted. Ser Wilson, escort me back to the castle please."

All eyes fell on her, all surprised, you asked. "Alicent are you sure that-"

"I trust Ser Criston to protect you, and I know how much you love sunsets, so please stay here until you want to come back."

You felt Criston's gaze on you, you looked at him and smiled at him for the first time since yesterday. The man had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling like a child does at this interaction.

"Very well my sister, on your way. Ser Wilson, I trust you to take care of my sister."

Wilson nodded and the two set off again and after a few minutes you could hardly see them on the horizon.

Criston remained standing and danced gently from one foot to the other. "You can sit Ser Criston."

The man was not waiting and he settled down next to you. You remain silent for a moment, until the guilt settles in you.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up at Criston who was already looking at you. "I'm sorry for acting like this last night and today."

"Have I been bad ?" He asked you.

You frown "What ?"

"If you ignored me it's because I didn't satisfy you when we slept together, isn’t it ?"

It took you a few moments to understand what he had just said, but when his words took on meaning you grabbed his face in your hands.

"God no ! You were perfect. I ignored you because I was jealous."

A smile appeared on Criston's face as he gazed longingly at your lips. "Jealous ? Of whom ?"

You let go of his face and Criston thought he was dying. You groaned and looked away at the sunset. "Rhaenyra. I thought you used me just to get her."

It was his turn to grab your face. "I only want you."

He didn't wait and devoured your lips. The kiss was passionate and romantic, not like the first time, this time it was more intense. You knocked his armor. "Take that off." You whispered against his lips. He smiled and kissed you before pushing himself aside slightly and removing his armor. Once rid of all this scrap he took your face and kissed you again, this see he guided you and lay down on you. Your legs spread instinctively and placed themselves on each side of his hips, making your dress go up. He took the opportunity to move his hand up along your thigh. You moan softly as he kisses your neck.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He confessed as he kissed you on the way down.

He was kissing your body through the dress but it was enough to make you shiver.

"Your voice, your body."

He came between your thighs and placed a kiss on each thigh. Still looking at you lovingly he took off your underwear. "You haunt my thoughts every moment Y/n."

His words made you wet more and more and you needed him. "Please touch me." You begged him.

He didn't torture you any longer and he pressed his mouth against your pussy and he sucked it. You arched your back letting out a gasp.

His lips were infernal, torturing you and giving you pleasure at the same time, and every time you thought you had reached your maximum pleasure he alternated his movements just to prove you wrong.

As you felt the orgasm coming you stopped him. He looked at you in confusion, but when you tackled him to the ground and straddled him a smile gave way. You unzipped his pants and jerked him off to make him even harder even though he was already rock hard.

He grabbed your hips and moaned as you slowed your movements so he felt each movement more intensely.

"Y/n, I need to be inside you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I don't want you to retire."

As you reinstalled yourself on him, taking a hold of his chest, he looked at you with lust. "You want me to cum inside you ?"

You nodded and impaled yourself on his hard member.

He groaned as you arched your back moaning louder. "Fuck, feels good."

He thought he came just seeing you desperate for his cock. You'll quicken your movements and moan louder and louder as he growls beastly. Criston slipped his hand between your thighs and played with your clit to make you cum.

You felt the orgasm coming as he moved to hit the spot that would make you see stars.

He rose slightly to undo the back of your dress in order to make it fall and have access to your breasts. He grabs one of your breasts and puts it in his mouth to suck on it, the sensation turning you on even more.

You stopped moving as your needs got dirtier. You didn't want him to make love to you anymore, you wanted him to fuck you, violently as you had seen him do to a whore a few months ago.

He looked at you questioningly as you undid your hair. "I don't want you to be soft."

Out of breath he frowned. "What ?"

"I want you to fuck me like you would fuck a whore."

"But-"

"I am all yours and I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want you to take me, like an animal."

Something in him changed, he lifted you up and slammed your belly against the ground, he lifted your dress on your hips and grabbed your hair in his fist. Without warning, he brutally penetrated you, making you scream with pleasure, then without even giving you time to adapt, he moved inside you harder and harder.

"You like it when I fuck you like a whore."

You couldn't speak, the only things that could come out of your mouth were moans.

"You're mine, I'm going to fuck you like that whenever I feel like it, you understood me."

"Yes." You managed to say between two moans.

He took you so that your ass is high and your face is flat on the ground.

Then he turned you around and blocked your hands on the ground with his, and his thrusts became more and more violent, he let go of one of your hands to lift your thigh and put it above his shoulder, this new position hit your point just right and as he played with your nipples you cum on his cock screaming, He watched his cock glisten with your juices and the image made him cum inside you.

He pulled back once certain that you had taken all of his seed and he rested his head on your chest to catch his breath.

That's how you fell asleep, serene and happy.

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[dragonsbabe]

I hope you know you are a god to me 🧎‍♀️🛐

Could you post some wedding night visuals for all our fine ass HOTD men???

I hope you find a 100 dollar bill on the ground

omg I'm glad and blushing ☺️💖 thanks, love. And of course here are some visuals for our men. Hope u like them 😘

NSFW ! hotd men

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[sayafics]

Temptation - Masterlist

Ser Cole knew he shouldn't feel the way he does about her.

He had already broken his vows for a girl who left him without a second thought, and it was only because of the Queen's mercy that he was standing here today.

But desire leeched off his body at the sight of Vaella Targaryen.

He had avoided his depraved thoughts for months now, but when he is gifted to the young princess as her Sworn Shield - well, spending every waking moment at her side, every quiet breath shared with her, every whisper and laugh, every smile and smirk exchanged.

Something was bound to give in.

Criston simply hoped it would not be him.

Prologue

Chapter I

Chapter II

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[eeteernity]

Crispin x reader Relationship Hc

you’re in his great photos folder under the name favourite, and the password for it is your name

you make sure not to go too extreme on his birthday so you make sure to make time for him constantly

it takes him a while to open about what happened with his birthday, in hindsight he knows it was a bit extreme

he eventually tells you

make sure you validate him ❤️❤️

he’s not huge on PDA

but he loves being spooned when you guys are at your house

you kinda already know his siblings its a pretty small island

but he knows you’ll be bombarded if he brings you home

you convince him

Ted is very silent and just waves hi

howell is a bit passive aggressive and comments on your looks

dw crispin has the bat ready to go <33

merlin just says a simple hi with a smile while toast is trying to get you to conspire against cass with her

leads to a fight

wesley is pretty cool as usual

and deckard is nervous

crispin quickly whisks you off to his room where you guys laugh and joke the whole time while his siblings listen through the door

he likes to give forehead kisses

while he likes kisses on the cheek

you often just hang around his shop and nap

he likes to ramble on about clowns to you

crispin acts really different and needy around you

“(y/nnnnnnn) come hug meee!!”

you wonder who this man is

he likes to take you on drives at night

you take him on dates often

you find him so cute while he’s sleeping

sometimes when he hasn’t seen you in a while he sculpts you so he doesn’t get lonely

he wont let you see

“crispy!! let me see what you made!”

“AH NO! YOU CANT LOOK ITS GONNA MESS IT UP”

“PLEASEE CRISPY!! CRIPSY NUGGETS, CRISPY CHIPS.”

“STOP WITH THE CRISPY.”

overall he’s very loving and you cannot stand to be away from him

if you were scared of clowns your gonna have to start go love them

AH SORRY IF I DIDNT DO HIM JUSTICE HE’S ONLY BEEN IN 2 EPISODES SO I CANNOT PORTRAY HIM CORRECTLY I JUST NEEDED TO GET THE WORD OUT THAT I LOVE HIM

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[ethereallocs]

Eyes On Me Pt 2.-Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen Princess

Pairing: Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen Princess

Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, age-gap, p in v penetration, angst, swearing, degradation, domestic violence and smut.

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Being deprived of true pleasure, you seek it for yourself…

It had been weeks since Ser Criston had, made love to you that night. He found himself longing for you as he stood just outside your door. You weren’t overindulging and knew that this affair couldn’t be something anyone could ever catch onto…ever. You would leave your chambers grazing your fingers past his just slightly so he knew that your affections were still burning for him. Luckily it seemed your husband, Aegon had occupied himself with another mistress and he was often gone and you were glad of it.

You were sitting under the Godswood reading a book. Peeking over the pages every now and then to watch him. His back turned, but even then he could feel your gaze burning into him. He slightly turned his head to see you out the side of his eye and he smiled just enough for you to see before he turned away. Oh Gods. This was torture you thought. In your frustration you got up and quickly walked off. Hurriedly he followed wondering what he did wrong.

Hitting sharp corners almost losing him he grabbed your arm pulling you into a secluded area. Barely any light within this hall as it was never used. Looking into your eyes his hardened gaze softened. “What is the matter, Princess?” You scoffed in disbelief. “How long has it been since the last time you visited me in my chambers, Ser Cole?” You spoke in a hushed yet irritated tone.

He to was frustrated, but he would not risk your life for his own pleasure. “Do you really think I don’t want to be with you, Y/N? I’ve thought of you before that night and I think of you still. But, I cannot let my feelings ruin your life.” The cool touch from his armored hand rubbed you flushed cheek. You nestled into his touch, looking into those golden eyes that pierced through your very soul. Without warning he pressed his lips against yours hungrily as if he could devour you. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him into you.

“I need you always, I want you always. You are all I think about day and night. Your in my dreams. My heart calls your name.” He whispered intensely in your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. You whimpered quietly trying keep your voice at bay. He hiked up your skirts gripping your plump ass groaning at how it felt in his hand.

He knew you only had just a few moments, but he needed you desperately. He could keep lying to himself trying to preserve his honor and yours. But, such a sun as this was too good to stop. He turned your back to him loosening his breeches and lifting your skirts realizing you had on no undergarments. Grabbing your throat he groaned into your ear. “What a slutty little deviant you are..” You tremble feeling his already hardened cock rubbing against your soaking slit. You pushed into him begging him to fill you and he obliged.

“Fuck…yesss.” He hissed at how good you held him inside you. Your warmth pulling him in. His hand held onto your hip pushing an arch into your lower back as he hurriedly pounded into you. The soft and quick sounds of his hips snapping against your ass filled the dimmed hall along with your delicious moans. He cooed in delight only to cover you mouth and pull you further into the darkness when the sounds of servants chattering caught his attention.

Even still he continued his assault on that soaking wet cunny of yours. You were in pure ecstasy trembling with each thrust. The way his cock stretched your cunt, the way he quieted you with him being the reason you were so vocal only made you want it more. Soon his strokes quickened as he felt his seed ready to spill and you on the edge of your orgasm. “Yes, give it to me, Princess…give it to me.” He beckoned and you unraveled, your cunt drenching his cock and his breeches and in turn he coated your walls with his seed. Today was not a safe day, but you could careless.

He kissed you passionately pulling away to let you fix your clothes back. You sighed knowing this wouldn’t happen for quite sometime again. He smiled letting you walk out first so no one suspected anything and he followed shortly after. You took the rest of the night in your room exhausted from such exertions.

Morning has came and you awoke with a smile, but something in the back of your mind told you to pull back your sheets and there they were clean sheets. You tried not to panic, but you were trying to breath quickly calling for him. He entered your room wondering if you were alright. Clearly seeing the pink faded from your face he pulled you toward him. “My Princess, what is going on?” You looked to him with tears in your eyes. “I haven’t bled. I think I might be with child..”

His eyes frantic trying to think of a solution and just when you were beginning to panic and hushed you with a kiss. “I have a plan..I need to speak with the Queen. I will return to you shortly.” His kiss calmed you and you watched him walk away. You locked yourself away in your room pacing back and forth until you heard a knock on the door. “Come in..” you called out and it was Queen Alicent.

She usually looked so cold, but looking at you now she seemed so warm; motherly. She grabbed your hands and pulled you in. “I’ve heard of what ails you my child. I know of my sons treatment towards you. And I wish you no more harm. I can get the maesters to make you a tea if you wish to stay or I can get the king to send you away and nullify this marriage so you may be free.” You hugged her tears welling in your eyes. You broke down in her arms thinking you would be condemned by her, but she understood.

“Ser Criston, said he would denounce his knighthood. I can get you on a boat to Dorne in a weeks time. The Targaryens have a friends there of course. And a house that will keep you.” You were in shock. “Why are you helping me? Your family despises mine.” She sighed seeing your mothers face in yours. “I should’ve never let your grandsire seal your fate like this. You’ve always been a sweet and honest girl, Y/N. You do not deserve the cruelty my son bestows upon you.”

“I will write my friends in Dorne so they will know to expect me and I will write my mother so she knows where I am.” She nodded to you and kissed your forehead before she took her leave. Shortly after Ser Criston came inside and the two of you worked on your plan. The days had dragged on and the week couldn’t pass by quick enough.

Everything so far had gone smoothly, with Aegon gone and you being one of Viserys’s favorites he ended the marriage without question. Finally, it was your last day in King’s Landing the boat waiting for you with all your things on board. You were giddy and excited, but a dark cloud would find its way to ruin it for you somehow. Night fell and you were dressed and ready to sneak off into the the night when Aegon barged in grabbing your wrists, slapping you across the face harshly.

“My dear… sweet…wife…you’re leaving me?” He said mockingly. He was seething and red with anger grabbing your chin squeezing his fingers into your cheeks. You cried out struggling. “I..I am no longer your wife, Aegon. Get off of me I need to go.” He laughed his free hand running down the bodice of your dress. “Oh no..not before I give you a parting gift, my love.

“No! No!!” You screaming finally mustering up the courage to fight him off you kneed him in the crotch and ran off through the secret passage way behind the painting in your room. You ran and did not look back scared to see him right behind you if you did. It seemed like the darkness continued forever until you saw the wooden door that led to the outside world.

Opening the door you saw Criston waiting for you he turned back smiling knowing it was you, but it quickly faded seeing your face stained with tears. Before he could speak you warned him. “We need to go..Aegon knows I’m leaving..he attacked me and tried to…I hurt him…” He nodded grabbing your hand lacing his fingers into yours. The two of you hidden beneath your hooded cloaks. He avoided all of the Knight’s watch knowing exactly where they were assigned.

You heard them whispering trying to find your where abouts, but soon you were home free seeing the great boat that was to take you to freedom. He looked back at you with a smile and you were glowing with excitement. The crew was now on their course and you were on deck watching your prison slowly fading away into the distance.

Criston wrapped his arms around you, the lack of armor was a bit strange for the both of you, but it felt good to be free of it all. “I’m going to make you so happy, my Princess. I’m still your sworn protector come what may. After you have our child we will travel all corners of the realm just us.” You turned to face him cupping his face in your soft hands kissing him sweetly.

The two of you were off to your happiness or you would hope for it at least. There was a dragon biding his time waiting to strike…

To be continued…

I hope you enjoyed reading let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part.

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[cosmicladyy]

sweet n’ sour

{ crispin wizard drabble }

being able to cook and crispin loving every single thing you make

calling him at work to see what he wants for lunch bc he’s really picky and wants something different everyday

but you don’t mind bc you'll take any reason just to watch him work

trying to startle him whenever you come in but he’s already used to it after you accidently made him bump his head on a car he was working on

him always offering to share even if you already ate / aren’t hungry and forcefully lovingly feeding you what you brought him

you brought him some sausages cut to look like little octopi and he complained that he ‘was a grown man and not some kindergartener’

obviously he didn’t mean it and ate them all in one go when you tried to take them back

On his days off, you still like to cook for him

only this time he watches you and helps whenever he can

he also takes little bites when you’re not looking

definitely has a photo album dedicated to the meals you make him

he actually considered making an account to show off your mad skills

my hc is that he loves spicy food but is a total baby who can barely handle the heat 

he asked for the spiciest sauce you had to pair with the food

you told him he won’t be able to handle it, but he insisted

he chugged an entire bottle of water after one bite and whined that you tried to kill him

it was texas pete

 “We should check out this new ramen place that opened up,” you shoved your phone in Crispin’s face to show what popped up on your feed.

He takes a closer look, raising a spoonful of rice into his mouth, “That looks pretty good, send that to me.”

“Ew, nasty, you got rice everywhere,” you wipe at his face, earning a growl from him as he tried to pull away, “I wouldn’t have to baby you if you ate normally.”

“You like nasty.” The bastard has the audacity to raise his eyebrows at you and snicker when you pull away. 

You gave him an unimpressed look as you wipe down the table and he takes the opportunity to swipe some food off your plate when you’re not paying attention.

“Anyways,” Situating yourself back in your seat, “How about it? Up for a date night at this new place?”

He looks back at your phone and thinks about it, “Sure, I wanna try that extra spicy ramen they're servin’.”

“You won’t be able to handle it.”

“YES I WILL.”

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Fashioned for Love

Summary: It’s never clear what he’s thinking – and you’re not sure if you want to know.

Notes: I wish I could see him as the incel he is, but Fabien Frankel is just too hot smh. If u guys want, I could write a happy sequel to this.

Warnings: reader and ser criston are both a little delusional, smut, angst, forbidden love

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He slinks through the backdoor in the middle of the night. A kingsguard in the Street of Silk – it would be unseemly, and even though he doesn’t come to the brothel for the whores, you know that he hates walking these parts of the city.

Instead, he comes for you – the maid that clears the rooms after noble lords are done spending their coin and themselves. He doesn’t pay you, you’re not a whore, but you don’t mind that. And anyway, you’re not sure whether you’re in a position to refuse him.

Most nights, he comes to fuck and leave as soon as possible. Tonight is not one of those nights. Instead, he sits in your only chair, silent.

You walk to him cautiously, like a mouse avoiding a cat. When he lets you approach, you begin to take off his armor. He stares at you like he wants to kill you. Sometimes, you think he’s about to.

“You’re losing weight.” Is the first thing he says to you. You pause, before you continue taking off his vambrace.

“Not much coming in these days.” You answer finally. He nods. If he cared about your empty stomach, he would give you money, or food, but he does neither.

When his armor is gone, he pulls you to your cot and sits you down. A moment, you’re not sure if he wants to fuck you, but then, he begins to undo your braid. From what you’ve gathered, he had a little sister when he was young. Maybe this was how he spent evenings in his childhood, taking care of his sister before going to bed.

“Would you leave this place with me?” he asks suddenly.

“Can’t get much worse than King’s Landing.” You reply dryly.

He gives a dry scoff, and you dare to look at his face. Deep shadows lie under his eyes, and you’re sure it’s the crown prince’s doing. Or, more likely, the fact that Princess Rhaenyra is in the city. You don’t know what happened between the two of them, only that Criston mumbles her name in his sleep and spits it out like venom during the day.

You take his hand, resting on the edge of the cot, and he rips it away. This is how it always is – balancing a line between aggression and adoration. The two things you know from him, the two things he does best.

Moments later, his lips are on yours and he’s devouring you like you’re his first meal in days. Mid-kiss, your stomach rumbles, and he pulls away, rolling his eyes.

You think he’s going to leave when he walks towards the door, but he grabs something out of his bag instead and returns to you, holding out bread and cheese. Cautiously, you take the bread first, savoring each bite while he cuts the cheese with his knife.

When you’re done, Criston tells you to lie down on the cot, taking of your clothes before he begins kissing and worshipping your body in a way that would seem whole if there wasn’t a bitter look in his eyes. Occasionally, his teeth scrape against your skin, keeping you from floating away in your thoughts.

Normally, he’s the one on the receiving end, but tonight, he’s intent on serving you. It’s probably Rhaenyra. You don’t know much about the princess, only that you’re about the same age, and that she exhausts Criston.

You don’t hate her because of it, he’s a complicated man, and you don’t love him. Or so you tell yourself. But Criston is a good lover, a rare commodity around these parts, and no gossip comes from him.

Heat pools in your belly when he reaches your thighs, sucking on soft skin until you know a bruise will appear there. It’s the only way he can make you his, and he exploits it. There are already dark hickeys on your breasts and stomach, where your clothes will cover them, but on your thighs, where there’s no possibility of anyone seeing, he takes his time.

By the time he touches your cunt, you’re a mess, melting at his touch. Blindly, he caresses your waist, before he grips it tightly, licking a stripe up your cunt. You let a moan slip, and he glares at you with fear in his eyes. Fear for his honor, that he will be found out, not out of fear for you and your position.

But he’s too good at it, and you can’t help but let out a muffled moan as he sucks on your clit, plunging a finger in. He knows what he’s doing as he hooks it upward, finding that spot. He’s relentless, in this as he is in the few fights you’ve witnessed.

He doesn’t care about your pleasure, but making you cum gets him off. You can feel him digging into your leg, and without warning, he’s buried in you to the hilt. Before you can moan, his hand is clamped over your mouth as he snaps his hips forward. The switch in his gaze is so quick you almost miss it, but suddenly, his gaze softens and he flips around so that you are on top.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“It’s alright.”

“No. I’m a Kingsguard, I shouldn’t even be here, and if I were it’s my duty to-“

“Stop it. Don’t do this.” You interrupt him. His hands, one tangled in your hair and the other steadying your back, come to a halt.

He knows what you mean, and he feels guilty for it. You hate that look in his eyes, so you roll your hips to make him stop. It works, and the pit in your stomach tells you that you wish there was a love confession instead of this.

It’s silly, but you can’t help dream it. The runaway bride of a knight in shining armor. That could be you, if he loved you, if you loved him. If his cloak was any color but white.

Instead, his hands grab your hips, guiding your movements until his head falls back. Ser Criston Cole is handsome, untouchable, unattainable, but this Criston, your Criston, is beautiful.

There’s silence except for small grunts and moans of pleasure, so quiet that they’re swallowed by the walls. If his honor allowed it, he would make you scream, but this way, he swallows the louder sounds with kisses.

You can tell he’s close when he begins to thrust upwards, and his breathing grows erratic. He pulls you off of him when he’s done, uncaring whether you’ve had your release or not. He makes you cum mindlessly, rubbing your clit until you’re there and tears prick your eyes.

Shame heats up your cheeks as you feel his seed drop out of you and turn sticky between your thighs.

“What did you mean earlier?” he asks. He’s staring at the ceiling, unable to look at you and what he’s done. He wants clarity from you.

You pull your blanket over your shoulder, trying to hide your guilt somehow. It clings to your sweaty skin, only making you feel worse.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“When you interrupted me.” He sounds like a commander, not a lover.

“You get so…” you stop yourself, looking for the right words. “Sometimes you make me think you care for me.”

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he sits up, pulling you into a sitting position. You lean your head against his chest, the cool pendant of his necklace pressing against your cheek. Sometimes, you pretend you’re only a doll with no emotions. It makes things easier than illusions and dreams.

“I can’t,” he begins, his voice cracking. “care about you.”

“Wish you did.” You blurt out. He looks at you, meeting your eyes for the first time tonight.

It feels like he’s seeing you.

“I’ve hurt you.” He states. You scoff, and it sounds too harsh for him. He’s never hit you, or hurt you physically, but for a split-second you think you’ve gone too far.

“Talk.”

“I’m not sure whether you hate or love me. Same goes for me.” You say after a while.

“Could you? Love me?” he asks quietly. He sounds like a shy boy.

“Maybe. If cruelty wasn’t your nature, then you’d be easier to love.”

He pushes you off, anger blazing in his eyes.

“I am not cruel.” He snarls.

His hand tries to grab your hip, trying to push you off, but he misses, grabbing your thigh instead. You can see the moment he feels it in his eyes.

“I am not cruel.” He repeats, wiping his hand on your blanket.

“You pretend to be, at the very least. You leave me here, stewing in guilt. You speak cruelly about the princess because of something that happened years ago. Your anger directs every move you make.”

He looks ready to kill you now. “You’re quite eloquent for a lowborn.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this matter.” You fire back.

“I can be kind.” He argues, but the way he says it makes it sound like a challenge to himself. You allow him to wipe you clean, to pull a clean shift from the hook on your wall. You can’t bring yourself to tell him that you haven’t cleaned the other shift and need to wear that one until it is dirty first.

Criston sits back down. You can feel the bed dip under his weight, but you continue staring at the ceiling across from you. The clean shift feels nice on your skin, a taste of the luxury he doesn’t even question.

“Please.” He whispers, his arm hovering above your waist. It’s the first time he’s said that word to you. Normally, he takes. You can’t resist him.

His hands trace your body, untangle your hair. It’s a pure touch, but it’s sullied by the things that happened minutes ago.

“I would run with you.” You say.

His eyes roam the room, landing on the white cloak tucked under his armor in an attempt to forget about it.

“I was made for love.” He says, sounding so sure of himself it almost makes you smile. “I didn’t know what I was giving up. I thought the honor of it would sate me, but it doesn’t.”

“That doesn’t make you bad.” You reassure.

His hand rests on your stomach, and you can almost hear his thoughts.

“We could run away. Sellswords make good money, and I can work as a barmaid or such if you want.” You offer again.

You crane your head back to see him, and his eyes are closed. He looks peaceful, as if he’s imagining it and it’s good.

“I’d get too jealous. Bar patrons are horrible.” He responds.

“What would you have me do then?” you say jokingly. His tone is serious when he answers.

“Take care of the house. The children.”

“Children?” you ask, and the notion tugs at your heart. You have no family, never had one. The whores have a bond of their own, but you’re not one of them, only a shadow that slips in and cleans away the unpleasantness of their work.

“As many as possible.” He nods. You can’t help but chuckle at that. You never took Criston for a family man.

“Then why don’t you take me with you. You could kidnap me while I’m sleeping and I probably wouldn’t mind.”

His smile falls, and his usual mask returns to his face.

“It’s too late for that.” He replies flatly. His arm wraps around your waist almost possessively. You close your eyes, pretending to fall asleep. He does before you, and you listen to his heartbeat, slowing in his chest.

You try to stay awake as long as you can, trying to commit his features to memory once more, but eventually, your body takes over.

The next morning, Criston is gone. Only a bag of silvers tells of his presence.

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