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neptuneiris · 6 months

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True Intentions | (One-shot)

Be the only one or be an 'sometimes'?

pairing: modern!aemond (best-friend brother) × fem!reader

summary: even knowing his reputation, you've always had a little secret crush on the most popular boy in school, Aemond Targaryen, until it becomes impossible to hide it when your brother Cregan makes friends with him and you begin to see him more frequently.

word count: 9.0k

I'm very excited about this!

I hope you really like it, I loved writing this even though it took me a while, but here it is finally:) comments and reblogs are appreciated beautiful people, thank you so much for reading!❤

warning's: language, slight angst, mention of alys, sexual content, spanking.

You always hated it when your brother Cregan brought his friends over to your house when your parents were away, whether it was to watch soccer games, play video games or have some fun at the pool.

You especially were never the type of sister to bring friends over, rather you were the type of sister who preferred to go to friends' houses, as you never mentioned your house as an option.

It just wasn't comfortable for you.

And apparently it wasn't enough for your brother and his friends to see each other almost daily at school that they also had to go to your house.

But you couldn't really do anything, he's the older brother and it wouldn't make any difference to accuse him to your parents since logically there's nothing wrong with him inviting his friends over, besides they work almost all the time and probably wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

So you can only lock yourself in your room with food as a provision, put on your AirPods and wait for them to leave.

And that's what you do, all the while Cregan and his friends prowl around your house. But you reach your breaking point when again Cregan plans a pool party.

"Are you serious?" you inquire, clearly annoyed, "I swear to God, Cregan, this is not going to happen again."

"Oh come on," he gives you a tired look, tossing balloons and animal inflatables into the pool, "Live a little, sis."

"No! You always do this, the same old shit!"

You reproach him as you follow him back into the house, where at the kitchen island is a stack of beers that he begins to store in the fridge completely disinterested to your clear dissatisfaction with it all, as he just doesn't care.

"Last time everyone was coming into the house like it was nothing to leave the whole floor wet, they also left a mess all over the kitchen, pool and garden," you remind him annoyed, "Not to mention we had complaints from the neighbors for all the fuss you made."

"Fucking Hell, will you relax? I'll take care of everything," he says looking at you wearily, only increasing your anger more, "The guys won't be long and I needed everything to be ready."

"That's what you always say but I'm the one who ends up cleaning everything up in and I'm the one who deals with the neighbors because of you fucking fault!"

"Fine!" he exclaims in exasperation, looking at you, "You have my word, I'll take care of everything this time, yeah?"

He looks at you seriously to get back to dealing with the beers, but you don't believe half a word he says.

"Now do you want to help me turn on the pool lights? Also lock the upstairs doors, just in case."

You slowly shake your head in his direction with your arms crossed with your completely serious and annoyed look in his direction.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

You don't wait for him to say anything back nor do you say anything else, you just annoyingly turn around and walk upstairs to your room, preparing to be another long night confined to your four walls.

And this is what happens every time your parents aren't home, having to put up with the liberties Cregan takes to do whatever he pleases around the house.

It's not until one day when you get home from your music lessons at almost seven o'clock that when you open your front door, you hear a lot of voices and laughter.

During the week he usually doesn't invite anyone over, except for a few times he invites the Velaryon brothers, Jace and Luke, over to play video games after school.

The weekend is when it really bothers you that he throws big parties without your parents knowing.

You close the door hard enough to announce your arrival and look into the living room as you head for the stairs, when then, you see them.

And they see you too.

With handsome faces and infectious smiles, besides their unusually silver hair and blue eyes that steal the breath of every girl in the school, Aegon and Aemond Targaryen, the kings of the whole school and also the most players, are in your living room having a few beers and smoking with Cregan.

And Cregan is the first to react.

"Guys, the lady of the house is here," he says, "So let's take this to the pool, shall we? Before she starts screaming."

You watch him with a completely serious look on your face as you see Aegon let out a small chuckle to himself. And without a word, you avert your gaze and continue on your way to the stairs, feigning disinterest.

And just like all the other girls at your school, you can't help but feel equally captivated and attracted to him, Aemond.

However, you don't leave without one last look at him, Aemond Targaryen.

From your single couch and with a cigarette between his long fingers, gives you back an intense and burning look that makes you feel a strange sensation all over your body.

But it's not something you really go around telling everyone, let alone something you want your brother to know now that he's apparently become friends with him.

However, you should have expected him to notice.

And it happens when Cregan again throws a pool party with all his friends and him too, where you don't confront him much about it like previous times and that's what gets his attention.

"Which of the two is the one you like?"

He asks you suddenly with a curious expression and a hint of suspicion in his voice, making you watch him with confusion on your face.

"What are you talking about?"

Your whole body tenses up completely upon hearing your brother's words and you inevitably start to feel terribly nervous, as well as your heart starts to beat too fast, especially because of his suspicious look on you.

"The Targaryens."

He points at you with his gaze, crossing his arms and looking at you again attentively and suspiciously.

"You haven't caused a scene since the two of them have been coming around often and you certainly don't look upset when it used to be a problem with anyone coming around, so you definitely must like one of the two of them, so tell me, which one?"

But you feign innocence and confusion, only to stare at him with your most incredulous face of all and try to evade him.

"You're talking nonsense."

"Oh, am I?"

"Cregan," you observe him seriously, "Have you ever seen me talk to either of the two of them here or at school?"

"Hmm," he says for a moment, thoughtfully.

Still he doesn't look entirely convinced and analyzes you with a completely intent and penetrating gaze, making you feel more nervous but you control him well.

"Still I find it odd that you don't complain about them when they come."

"Then maybe you should think about the fact that I just got tired of telling you the same old thing over and over again," you persuade the subject, "No matter how many times I complain, you'll still do what you want," you tell him seriously, "Besides, you assume that as if I didn't go to the same school as you and didn't know the Targaryens."

"That's exactly why I'm telling you," he says instantly, just as serious, "Do you think I'd like to see you start dating one of them?"

"And why do you care?"

"Why do I care?" he repeats incredulously, "I'm your brother, of course I care."

"As if I care about the girls you date," you tell him just as incredulously.

"Well, at least I have a good reason here," he insists, "I know them, both," he clarifies, "And I don't want you to get hurt, that's why I'm telling you."

"Stop being ridiculous," you tell him with your clearly annoyed tone, starting to head to your room, "And even if I will start dating one of them, it's none of your business."

You sentence to finally leave him behind, leaving a tension in the kitchen, while inside, you finally stop feeling tense and nervous, but Cregan continues with his suspicion.

He almost had you, almost.

And after that conversation, automatically the Targaryens come to your house more often, even more than usual.

Even after school, Cregan invites them over, the two of them and also the Velaryon brothers, where they all together invade your house and you start to witness the personality of him that he is mostly known for.

And it happens one day you're making yourself food and you hear them all talking from the living room.

"Oh, this fucker is texting Savannah," you hear Aegon's excited and amused voice.

"What!? Savannah Williams!?"

"Yeah, since yesterday. I saw her name on his phone when she texted him."

"So what do you say, dude?"

"Not much, actually," you hear his voice.

"But haven't you gone out with her before?"

"Yeah, but you know, it was casual," he explains, "Just now she told me her parents aren't home."

"Oh dude, if I were you, I wouldn't waste the opportunity," your brother says excitedly.

"But what happened to that girl at the party last week? What was her name? Emily, I think."

"Ah Emily… yeah, we had a thing but it was casual too. We only met once after that party."

"She was so hot, but Savannah is hot too."

"Yeah, I know," you hear his nonchalant voice.

"So will you go see her?"

"Yeah, I think so."

You hear them continue to talk, but you tune out and sneak off to your room unnoticed.

It's not the first time you've witnessed these conversations, though. It also happens when they are in the pool and you find yourself back in the kitchen preparing food.

But you can't concentrate because through the glass of the huge windows you see Aemond's bare chest marked. This is a distraction but you try to ignore it as much as you can, but to no avail.

When then the movement and sound of him emerging from the water catches your attention and that of Cregan and Aegon.

"Where are you going?"

"To Cerelle's," he announces, with his phone in hand and his towel over his shoulder.

"Yo! Cerelle Lannister!?" exclaims Cregan in surprise.

"She's so sexy," Aegon says, grining.

"She told me she's home alone and wants me to come over," he explains, as you watch him quickly move his fingers across his phone screen.

"Good luck, dude!"

Even though you know his reputation and how you are aware of his numerous 'adventures' with other girls, you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach and wonder if he might ever be interested in you.

You feel another pang of disappointment when you hear all this and also when you see how he smiles and starts to make his way over here without taking his eyes off his screen.

This immediately makes you react to quickly go to your room so you don't cross paths with him.

Not in that way, since you really don't want to be another girl on his huge list, but be something more genuine and real to him.

But that's totally ridiculous and impossible.

You tell yourself in disbelief, seeing the reality, as it's clear he's not looking for something serious and you don't want to be a 'one night stand' for him if you'll be ignored, forgotten and to some extent humiliated afterwards.

One day, taking advantage of the fact that Cregan is not at home on the weekend and neither are any of his friends, much less your parents, although that is actually no surprise, you decide to make this day for yourself, relax and enjoy your own company.

You decide to stop paying attention to your phone and with your towel in your arms, you leave your room and go down to the pool.

But just as you finish walking down the stairs and are about to turn down the hallway, the doorbell rings.

You stop with a tired expression as that alone has slightly disturbed the zen zone you now find yourself in, but having no choice, you turn around and head to open the door, thinking it must be Mrs. Arryn to ask you for sugar, as usual.

But when you open the door, it is not Mrs. Arryn, but rather you come face to face with Aemond, taking you by surprise and takes your breath away for a moment.

If he is surprised to see you, he doesn't show it, just raises his eyebrows slightly and you notice how he shamelessly runs his eye up and down you, making you embarrassed and nervous as you remembers your outfit, which is a cute black two-piece bikini.

And you quickly try to cover up a bit with the towel in your hands, although in reality this shouldn't embarrass you, since you're at home and you didn't expect to see him, besides this bikini doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Or so you think.

"Hey."

He says to you dispassionately in greeting mode, with a look that you can't really describe but that makes you feel more nervous and you feel your heart beating too hard.

"Hi," you try not to stutter, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

Aemond watches you with a little mischievous smile barely visible and a spark of amusement in his eye.

"No worries," he tells you in his soft tone.

"Hum…" you place your confused face, "My brother is not here," you let him know, still finding it strange that he doesn't know that.

"Oh," he is silent for a moment, watching you intently, "He's not?"

You shake your head.

"He said he was going to Alysanne's, but he left hours ago," you explain and he hums in understanding, "Did you tell him you were coming today?"

"No, although I should have, I was just passing through and decided to come," he explains to you as well, shoving his hands into the pockets of his silk jacket, "I left my wallet here last night," he tells you later, getting your attention more, "That's why."

"Oh," is all you say, not knowing what else to say for a few seconds, "Well, I'm not sure what time Cregan will be back. But if you want to go up and get it, I'll be at the pool."

You allow him passage, as it's not as if he's a complete stranger and it's not as if he doesn't hang around here often either, it's as if he and Aegon live here too, being the brothers Cregan wished he had.

"Okay, thanks," he tells you as you step aside and make room for him to come in.

"Just close the door when you leave," you tell him, still feeling your heart beat too fast against your chest.

Aemond turns his gaze back to you, nodding in your direction.

"All right."

You give him a small smile and without saying anything else to him, you walk past him, hurrying to get out of his sight and urgently needing, now more than anything else, to get your whole body into the warm water of the pool that will make you stop feeling so tense.

And this is why you don't feel Aemond's piercing, burning gaze on you as you pull away, admiring your bare skin and having a perfect idea of your naked body to the imagination.

And with that alone, he feels himself getting hard at the sight of your smooth, long legs, as well as getting a good look at that ass of yours jiggling as you pull away.

He wets his lips and with a little grin, finally makes his way to Cregan's room, thinking about little things since you're here alone…. now with him.

Meanwhile you, wanting to forget that Aemond Targaryen is in your house right now, submerge yourself completely in the water, where you immediately feel a sensation of freshness and relief.

The water caresses you and envelops your body completely, while you let out a small sigh of pleasure and begin to get used to the new temperature, letting the revitalizing sensation envelop you completely.

Then you emerge with a slight jump, remove your wet hair stuck to your face and begin to swim elegantly, where your arms and legs move at a steady pace and the water takes you in all directions.

You submerge again for a moment and watch the horizon, as your house is on a hill and you can see the lights of neighborhoods below, being a beautiful sight when the sun sets and also when the sun goes down.

However, again your zen zone is disturbed when you hear the movement of the kitchen glass doors sliding, so you turn around in confusion and again feel all your nervousness wash over you.

Aemond makes his way over here, but what strikes you more than anything else is how he has clothes in his hand and also one of the many clean towels Cregan has in his bathroom.

You look at him confused face and he looks back at you with his intent gaze.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

The words get stuck in your throat, watching him still confused, feeling really very nervous and not understanding what he is doing here since he was supposed to go get his wallet and then leave, while he stands at the edge of the pool, watching you.

"Hum…" you say not really knowing what to say, "Are you going to wait for Cregan?"

He averts his gaze from yours, then drops the towel and clothes on a chair with dispassionate movements, to return his gaze to you.

"Yeah, I can do that too."

"And what are you actually here to do?"

You watch him warily and with a slight distrust, but not in a bad way, it's simply nerves.

He looks at you slightly amused.

"To keep you company, of course. Unless you don't want me to," he hastens to clarify.

And here your dilemma begins.

Being alone here with Aemond, in your house, in your pool, was a scenario you longed for and feared at the same time. You longed for because that's how your mind works when you're attracted to him, but feared since anything could happen.

And knowing his reputation, maybe when the moment happens, if the moment happens at all, you don't know if what will come next will be bad or good.

Also, you don't know if Cregan will arrive at any time or even later, so if he arrives in a couple more minutes and sees you alone here with Aemond, you don't even want to imagine the scandal he will make.

You don't know if Aemond has considered that possibility too but if he has, he doesn't seem to mind.

"So?" he looks at you expectantly.

But you again, can't utter words.

You let out a long breath and swallow hard before responding, trying to hide your excitement and nervousness.

You don't want to look bitter by telling him no, that it will be best for him to leave, but you also can't find another way to politely decline.

And on the other hand… there is that inevitable emotion in your being that begs you to invite him into the pool with you.

"Hum… yeah, sure, if you want," you say acting nonchalant, averting your gaze from him and distracting yourself with the water.

Aemond can't help but put on his smirk again and right in front of you, wanting to give you a show, he takes off his shirt, to which you watch him helplessly out of the corner of your eye and make sure he doesn't catch you admiring the view.

He's wearing that usual silver chain around his neck that makes it stand out against his skin, making him look only even sexier when he doesn't have a shirt on and God, you don't know if you can survive this, thinking it's a bad idea.

Then you watch as he pulls on a pair of Cregan shorts, secures his hair in a low bun and finally steps into the water.

In a nonchalant way you make yourself more towards the shore, unobviously avoiding getting too close to him as he swims towards the center of the pool, making it more impossible for you not to watch him as it's getting dark and the last orange rays of the sun beautifully illuminate his skin that glows slightly from the water and his face.

And then feel his intense gaze on you, while you try to distract yourself with your eyes, trying to focus only on you.

But it is genuinely impossible.

However, he doesn't make any effort to talk and neither do you, which you are grateful for, to continue to feel the calmness and relaxation throughout your body, although it's a little hard for you being here alone with him.

And it's a bit awkward since neither of you are talking, but is there anything to talk about?

He's one of your brother's best friends and you're just the sister, the two of you don't really know each other, so it makes sense. But still you feel the slight tension between the two of you and you don't even know why.

You wonder if he feels the same way too when suddenly his low, amused voice almost makes you startle in your place.

"I've always wondered why you're so quiet when Aegon and I come over."

You look at him with a slightly surprised expression, not expecting that, feeling again how your heart is beating too fast from nerves, for what are you supposed to tell him?

You should tell him that you have a crush on him and that your brother warned you about him?

"I know it's your house and I come with your brother but… you look like you hate me or something."

Oh God.

You think, only making you feel more nervous, especially since it's really impossible not to see a part of his torso and pectorals that looks almost glowing from the water and sunlight, not expecting to hear those words either.

And you force yourself not to turn your back on him anymore to watch him while they talk, adopting a relaxed and confident attitude, just like him, when actually inside you are shaking with nerves.

"You just said yourself, you come with my brother, not me," you say softly.

And while he watches you and listens attentively, he also struggles just like you not to see too much of your breasts confined in that black bikini of yours that makes you look too sexy, especially the way the wet fabric looks and your skin on your chest and collarbone too.

"And I don't hate you," you clarify, slightly amused and absurd, "We just don't talk, that's all."

"Because you haven't given me the chance."

You look at him expectantly.

"I don't remember a single time you ever tried to talk to me."

"That's exactly why," he tells you softly, "Because you run away before I can try."

Now it is you who watches him completely attentively, while you feel your heart beating like crazy and you look away from him for a moment, not knowing what to say or do since he is right, feeling really very nervous, especially when he starts to swim slowly towards you, with a determined look.

And you for insisting, you start to back away, watching his slow and calculated movements with some trepidation, having an idea of what he intends to do and you know it's not a good idea at all.

"See? You're already running away," he points out to you with his amused and satisfied look.

And you don't miss his determined look, how his head is slightly tilted as he continues to slowly advance towards you, with the corners of his lips twisted upwards in a small smile and his blue eye glowing, while his prosthetic eye remains the same as ever.

And you still don't want to agree with him.

"That's not true, I'm not doing anything," you defend yourself in a weak and pathetic attempt.

"Oh no?" he raises his eyebrows expectantly at you.

And you start to lose it all when he's already in front of you, cornering you.

"Aemond," you call him in a sigh in warning mode, fully alert, leaving his name in the air as you become very nervous of his intense, dark gaze on you.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

You watch him with a slight expression of surprise and even more nervousness, as you press your lips together and try to say the right words.

"No," you reply softly, "But I know you're no good either," you confess.

And he frowns, watching you interestedly.

"What do you mean?" you are silent for a moment, as you give him a sad look, serious and obvious at the same time.

"We both know what," you tell him softly, without much detail.

And at this, Aemond can't help but feel annoyed, immediately noticing how you clench your jaw and look away from yours for a moment, serious and thoughtful.

You know he shouldn't have to be upset with you for implying a truth you both know, especially him, but still you can't help but hold your breath, hoping that maybe you haven't gone too far.

All the while thinking that maybe you've ruined the first chance you've had to talk to him by telling him that he's no good by reputation, since that's not your concern, but at least you make it clear that that's not what you're looking for now.

"And you don't even want to try?" he asks you quietly, turning his gaze back to you, attentive and completely willing.

You stare at him, completely speechless, as you feel your whole body tense and your eyes are slightly wide open, your lips parted, not having the slightest idea what to say at the same time as a million questions invade your mind.

And just at that moment, Cregan's words come back to your mind.

"I know them, both. And I don't want you to get hurt, that's why I'm telling you."

So you know.

Aemond is not like you and the only thing he wants is to fill his list, no matter with whom, not even if it's the sister of one of his best friends, who are supposed to be 'forbidden', somehow.

And that's why you decide to answer him truthfully, no longer caring if you hurt his feelings, even though you doubt it very much.

Not wanting this to go any further, since you knew all along that letting him stay was a bad idea, you move as fast as your body in the water will let you, walking away, wanting to keep your distance again.

"And be just another girl on your list that you never speak to again and suddenly pretend she doesn't exist anymore? No thanks."

But just as you pass by him, he's faster and you feel his big hand grab your arm and twist you in a demanding motion back towards him, slamming his chest against yours, locking you in his arms, making you gasp in surprise.

His face is above yours, completely close, causing you nerves and you try to free yourself from him, but he doesn't let you, even having that determined, attentive and dark look.

"Do you ever stop running away?" he asks you in a low, husky tone.

"What do you think you're doing?" you hiss nervously.

"You're not even letting me explain."

"There's nothing to explain."

"Oh no?" he asks, "Did I say I only wanted you for one night?"

"That's what you do, Aemond, with every girl," you say absurdly, "Am I suddenly going to be the exception? How am I supposed to believe that?"

However, any further protest gets stuck in your throat as Aemond grabs one hand from your cheek and the other places it on your bare waist, pulling you closer against him in a possessive grip.

And you know you're losing the battle when he brings his face closer to yours, where your noses brush lightly and your breathing becomes more rapid, having no idea what's going on.

But Aemond does.

And as he strokes your soft, wet cheek with his thumb, watching you intently and with understanding, his next words make you reconsider the situation completely.

"You won't be just another girl on the list," he murmurs softly to you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You shudder completely at his words, but also at his touch and closeness, being impossible not to look between his violet eye or his full lips, which Aemond notices, also peering between your eyes and lips hungrily.

And you don't even think or discuss it anymore when he leans his face towards you and kisses you with need, without even giving you time to react.

You moan into his mouth in surprise and he pulls you roughly to him, lowering his hands to your body where he makes you wrap your legs around his torso, then makes room between your lips with his tongue, making you gasp.

You immediately bring your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss further, a passionate kiss, where you barely give each other time to breathe properly before desperately bringing your lips together again.

A slight tingle of desire is felt between your legs as you move your body and legs to hold his torso tighter, where you perfectly feel the hardness of his cock under your ass.

You moan as you feel one of his hands grip your thigh and the other caress the skin of one of your ass cheeks, making you gasp against his mouth, closing your eyes in delight as he pulls his lips away from yours and begins to leave soft kisses on your neck.

"I fucking knew it," he murmurs in delight too in his husky voice, running his tongue over your sensitive skin, "I knew you wanted me too."

You squint completely as the hand on your ass reaches lower and nonchalantly rubs his palm over your covered, moist center.

"Aemond," you moan.

"I know, baby, I know," he coos, smiling in the middle of your lips as he kisses you again.

But it's there in that moment with his hand caressing you right at your nerve center that your brain for an instant seems to react, realizing what's really going on and you stop kissing him abruptly, watching him in surprise and slight fear as he watches you slightly confused.

"W-we can't," you say in a trembling voice, "We can't do this, t-this is wrong. Cregan—

"We can't do it or we can't do it here?" he inquires expectantly.

You let out a sigh.

"Both," you say with a certain embarrassed tone, "But I'm more worried about Cregan. If he sees us, he'll go crazy."

"Come on, Y/N, you're not a little girl anymore."

"I know but he warned me about you and your brother," you tell him hopelessly, "And you're one of his best friends."

Aemond is silent for a moment, watching you and nothing else, where he is aware and so are you of the hardness in his shorts, while in his thoughts he bets that you too must be spilling your juices between your legs.

Honestly he understands your concern, but he also understands that Cregan is really no one to tell you who you can and can't date, as the decision is totally up to you.

He doesn't want to have problems with him either as he also considers him one of his best friends but you... you simply drove him crazy with seeing you in this black bikini and now he is even more so for you, wanting, needing more of you, no matter the consequences.

"Then we have to be careful and not to say anything to him," he tells you softly, in solution, "Only if you want to," he clarifies, "But if you want to stop now, just tell me and I will, before we take this any further."

But you don't really have to make a decision when you are already here, in his arms, feeling how much he wants you and you also recognizing how much you want to keep touching and kissing him, no matter what.

But he still gives you that option, to make you see that he really doesn't want to hurt you and that he respects your decisions, since you are the one in control of all this and you are the one who puts the stop, at any time.

And when Aemond sees how you are watching him intently, with indecision in your gaze, holding back your true desires, thinking fast, he cocks his head to one side and watches you curiously.

"Or do you really want me as much as I want you, princess?"

Something snaps inside you and not just from hearing that nickname for you, but from having him so fucking close and his lips being a complete invitation to you and in fact all of him.

Soon enough, he is sitting on the edge of the pool and you find yourself sitting on top of him, your arms around his neck as you press yourself against the hardness of his shorts.

So you think no more and again crash your lips against his, resuming what you were doing before, to which Aemond responds with the same rudeness and fervor.

And then without stopping kissing you, he carries you to the edge of the pool along with him.

You move your hips in circles on top of him, rubbing your needy center against his hard cock, while he caresses your thighs, your ass and all the skin he blindly finds without stopping kissing you, feeling his breathing just as ragged as yours.

Then he brings his hands up and starts sliding the strings of your bikini over your shoulders, sending fiery electricity throughout your body.

"What was it you said? That we couldn't do this here?" he murmurs hoarsely against your skin, leaving wet kisses on your collarbone and neck.

You moan, as your bikini top piece is loosened completely by Aemond's fingers and you involuntarily wiggle your hips more intensely.

"You just can't resist, can you?" he asks you amused amidst all the sensuality.

"Shut up," you whine pathetically into his lips.

This time he kisses you again, softly and tenderly, deep, as he with his hand pulls away the piece of your bikini top that covers your breasts, freeing them, causing him to groan at the sight in front of him.

"Fuck," he murmurs, "Such a pretty tits, princess."

He says to you with his eye fully dilated and watching you hungrily, then you moan as he brings his mouth to your hard, wet nipple and begins to caress it with his tongue and lips, sucking on it, while he kneads the other one with his hand.

"Oh yes," you moan, pulling your breasts closer to his face.

You continue to move your hips on top of him, desperate and needy to feel the friction his cock gives you against your swollen clit.

When you least expect it, you begin to approach your limit, as your whole body tenses and his caressing hands only add to the pleasure.

"Mhm," he moans against your hard nipple, then gives the same attention to the other, still kneading them as he pleases.

"Fuck, Aemond, please don't stop," you say under your breath.

But that's exactly what he does, he releases your nipple with a wet sound and captures your lips in a sensual kiss, making you moan and groan at the same time from the attention on your breasts.

You arch your neck and moan, clinging to him completely, needing more of him, driving you completely insane.

And you sigh as he again distributes kisses all over your neck and his teeth grind against your sensitive skin.

You feel the moist heat of his mouth and hands all over your body, as if he wants to mark you with each firm, possessive touch.

"Remember we have to be careful, baby," he suddenly murmurs hoarsely in your ear, feeling his warm breath, "And we don't want your brother to see his innocent little sister getting the fuck of her life if he comes back, do we?"

Despite all the desire you're feeling and you're dripping completely for him, his words reach your brain and scare you a little, so you force yourself to be patient and you both go up to your room.

And soon enough you find yourself lying on your bed, with Aemond on top of you, spreading your legs for him, watching with his dilated eye and gently biting his bottom lip your wet pussy ready for him.

"Seven Hells," he growls, running his fingers all over your entrance, "Look at you, you're dripping, princess."

His cock pulses in pain for release, watching you in complete delight as you moan with every movement of his fingers that collects your juices, spreading them all over your pussy, making you wiggle your hips against his hand.

"Aemond, please," you cry, needing to feel it inside you, now.

"What is it, baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck this pretty pussy hard?"

He teases you, running his fingertips over your hole, making you moan, sigh and groan.

"Please, just fuck me, fuck me with your cock," you implore him.

"Yesah? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please!"

"Only because you asked nicely."

He joins in, leaving you needy and trembling on your bed, spread wide open for him, watching as he removes his wet shorts and boxers, completely freeing his entire erect, heavy, hot, hard cock, just for you.

Your mouth waters at the sight and he proudly holds it in his hand, turning to make his way back to you, thrilling and scaring you at the same time as you've never had a cock like Aemond's inside you before.

"Do you take control pills? I don't have a condom."

"Yes, I take them, don't worry," you assure him instantly and he grins.

"Eager, huh?"

"Aemond," you groan and moan at the same time.

"Someone's acting like a little brat," he croons, starting to rub the tip of his cock against your pussy, making you shudder and moan, needing him inside you, "Behave yourself, princess. I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Stop teasing," you whine between whimpers.

When suddenly Aemond enters you in a single hard, firm movement that makes you release all the air in your lungs, moaning loudly at the rough intuition as he pulls it all out of you again.

"What did I say? Stop being a little brat and behave yourself," he warns you.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."

You plead desperately and moan as he slams the tip against your pussy, to again enter you fully in a more careful and slower way, letting you feel all of him, making you moan.

"Oh fuck, Aemond," you moan his name, drunk with pleasure, closing your eyes tight.

"Yeah, just like that, squeezing me so fucking good, baby," he murmurs hoarsely in delight.

He leans fully into you, kissing your hot, sweaty skin, just like him, then slides all the way down to your bottom, where you feel every inch of his long, hard cock, moaning into his mouth, as your whole body trembles.

He stops once he's all the way inside you, letting you get used to his size, while you feel him pulsing inside you and all his heat flooding through you.

When he rolls his hips in a grunt and his tip touches exactly your swollen clit in need of release.

His hands run along your waist and thighs as he lifts both of your legs and places them around his torso, feeling him sink more easily inside you.

"You're so hot, baby. So fucking perfect," he growls against your lips, closing his eye and rests his forehead with yours as he begins his swaying hips back and forth.

"You're so deep," you moan, clinging to his back, lightly digging your nails into his pale skin.

This makes Aemond grunt and feel more desperation as he begins to penetrate you with more rhythm, all the way in, with hard movements that hit exactly that spot inside you that makes you squirm beneath him.

"Yes Aemond, right there," you moan.

"Yeah? Do you like it, baby?"

"Yes, fuck, yes."

You both gasp into each other's mouths, where then his dark gaze returns to your features and he watches you intently, never ceasing to slam his hips hard and deep against you.

"You're mine now, you know that, don't you?" he asks you in a low, husky tone.

His words only make you clench tighter around him and you feel yourself slowly reaching your limit, each onslaught sending delicious waves all over your core that soothes your needy pussy.

"Say it," he demands forcefully, only this time to plunge your cock back into your wet pussy with a hard onslaught that knocks the air out of you, "Say you're mine."

"Yes," you gasp, "Yes, Aemond. I am yours," you manage to say it, "I am completely yours."

He smiles complacently and contentedly, never ceasing to move for a moment.

"Yes, you are," he croons, "You. Are. Mine," he rams you hard to the hilt on every accentuation, not giving you time to anticipate it, making you moan loudly in pleasure and pain, "And I don't fucking share."

He brings his lips back to your skin, marking and sucking on your breasts and neck even with his heavy cock inside you, fucking you hard and grunting against your ear telling you how tight you are.

He takes you completely over the edge, where your mind goes blank with each thrust, filling you completely, swelling inside you, as both you and he begin to gasp for breath, but he doesn't slow down or change his pace, continuing to penetrate you and press you against your bed.

Until finally everything inside you explodes, you see stars behind your eyes and Aemond's warm semen fills everything inside you, coming with an almost painful grunt in your ear and with a last strong thrust that leaves you drunk with pleasure and makes you forget everything for a moment.

Things didn't end with Aemond there, not at all.

He was honest with you when he told you that he wouldn't hurt you or make you just another girl on his list, just as he was honest in telling you that you are now his and he doesn't share.

After that day in your room, the little secret affair began.

When Aemond comes to your house along with Aegon, you both behave towards each other as you were before, completely indifferent.

However, you and especially he are not entirely patient, so once you reach your limit, he secretly intercepts you in one of the empty classrooms or labs and you take advantage of that little moment as much as possible.

You don't even speak to each other and avoid as much as possible to look each other, where no one suspects the two of you. And at school it's the same, although especially there you have to be more careful.

Even in the library, you both find a secluded corner between the shelves of books and can't keep your hands off each other, where Aemond makes you come on his fingers and sometimes you also dare to suck his cock, hoping not to be discovered.

As far as you know, he has not been seen with other and his usual girls, since almost all the time the two of you are texting each other and sometimes, when Cregan is not at home, you let him know and he comes as fast as he can, not missing the opportunity.

Already being in the four walls of your room, the two of you can do whatever you want without fear of being discovered, where Aemond fucks you against your mattress in all positions.

And sometimes, when things have not been in favor of either of you, he climbs through your window at midnight and unable to hold back any longer, he fucks you silently, silencing your moans with his mouth, hands or cock, since Cregan's room is at the end of the hallway.

And this lasts for a while, all in secret, where you look for small moments to share intimate moments, hidden caresses and soft whispers in your ear that only you and he can hear.

But of course, the good things can't last forever.

Jason Lannister, a friend of Cregan's, throws a Halloween party at his house and practically the entire school has been invited. So you see this as an opportunity to be able to be with Aemond for a few moments of the party.

Cregan dresses up as a wizard and you choose to dress up as a sexy sailor girl with a skirt that exposes your legs, a simple white blouse, you put on your tie and also your hat, and then you and Cregan head off to the party.

You immediately look for Aemond, but he is nowhere to be seen, even though you meet Aegon and his younger brother, Daeron.

However, not to be obvious, you start pouring yourself drinks and talking to your friends, starting to get into the same mood as everyone else because of the music with twinkling lights and also because of the whole decorated house.

You see Aegon talking to Cassandra Baratheon, dresses up as a vampire and she as an angel, then you see Alysanne talking to your brother, dresses up as a bunny, and then you keep looking around the party, not understanding where Aemond is.

You are about to send him a message, when you look absentmindedly towards the kitchen and then, there he finally is, only he is not alone.

Dresses up as a pirate, Aemond is chatting with his ex-girlfriend, the gorgeous Alys Rivers, dresses up as a witch.

You had been enjoying the party, but your mood inevitably changes and also without being able to help it, you feel a twinge of jealousy all over your insides, watching them intently.

They both talk, she occasionally laughs and places her hand on his chest, playfully smacking it, both of them too close, while you see Aemond's grin on his lips at all times, making the knot of jealousy in your stomach tighter.

And, you mean, you can't even blame him, she's Alys Rivers.

When then at that moment your gaze crosses his casually, who slowly wipes away his smile, but you quickly avert your gaze from him as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to act nonchalant.

But too late, he's already noticed your annoyed look.

However, you quickly make room with Aegon, Cassandra and Daeron, simply to dissemble in front of them and him as well. Then Cregan and Alysanne join in and of course so does he, but you don't even notice him and continue drinking.

You notice how he wants to approach you slyly on a few occasions, but you don't let him, you continue to laugh with Daeron, ignoring him altogether, not wanting to talk or be with him anymore.

Until the hour starts to get late and taking advantage of the fact that one of your friends is already leaving, you ask her to drop you off at your house and she accepts. You just tell Cregan, who nods and you leave the party with your friend.

And once you get home, you take off your costume, take a shower and get ready to sleep, although you should have expected Aemond to start calling you, but you send it to voicemail.

He calls you a couple of times more where you don't answer and you also get severe messages from him that you don't read, to finally leave your phone on mute and try to sleep.

But you barely last a few minutes with your eyes closed, suddenly you hear some sounds at your window.

You sit up confused in your bed, looking at your window, instantly knowing what it is or rather who it is, since only one person has the habit of doing this and you let out a long resigned breath.

Reluctantly you open your curtains and the window, where the figure of Aemond stands down there, watching you confused and attentive.

"What are you doing?" you reproach him sleepily.

"You're not answering my calls or texts," he tells you with some anger in his tone of voice, "And you ignored me the whole party."

You press your lips together in anger as well.

"It semeed to me like you were too busy," you can't help but say with some bitterness.

He lets out a sigh, lowering his gaze for a moment.

"It's not what you thin—

"No matter. Go home. I want to sleep," you cut him off, intending to turn away from your window.

"I swear to God Y/N, I'm not leaving until you listen to me," he warns you.

"It's after midnight!" you reproach him.

"Open the door," he demands.

"No," you say firmly.

"I'm not going to repeat myself."

"I don't care."

"Y/N," he warns you again.

"Stay there all night, I'm not opening for you."

You sentence and finally move away from the window, close it and close your curtains as well.

Feeling no remorse, you settle back into your bed, ready to sleep again, but only a few seconds pass when you hear noise again.

And that's when you realize you should have locked your windows.

You startle and turn your head to watch how Aemond is entering through your windows with the same agility as always, with a serious and threatening look, jumping into your room and you look at him angrily.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"You don't know what you just got yourself into," he says as he makes his way towards you.

"Fuck you," you spit back at him.

"Oh yeah, I just pretend to do that, princess."

"Alys wasn't available at this time that you decided to come and play with me?"

He lets out a long breath, rolling his eye.

"You're getting it all wrong—

"Oh I am?" you inquire, "She's your fucking ex, Aemond. I'm not stupid."

"In fact yes, you are being stupid right now, " he says, coming towards you.

And just before you can escape, he catches you, instantly grabbing you by both wrists, cornering you between him and your bed, climbing on top of you with a mischievous, menacing grin and his pupil fully dilated.

"Let go of me," you gasp, trying to shake him off.

"Listen to me—

"I mean it, get off me and get the fuck out of my house!"

He cocks his head.

"Where did this bratty attitude come from, hm?"

"Aemond," you plead, "Stop it."

"Oh baby," he croons, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can't you see? Can't you see how fucking crazy I am about you?" he murmurs hoarsely.

You try to fight your own urges, telling yourself that you shouldn't let yourself get carried away by him, that he can talk and fuck whoever he wants, while you are only exclusively for him and these are just empty words to convince you.

"Alys and I ended on good terms, we're just friends, it's nothing to worry about," he says earnestly in your ear, as your breath is cut short when you feel his knee make its way between your legs.

"Aemond," you whine.

"But if you want me to stop talking to her, fine, I will," he murmurs in understanding, only to feel his knee press lightly into your pussy, making you moan.

"Oh, A-aemond-" you try to say, feeling so good.

"Yeah, baby? What's wrong? Does it feel good?"

You can't formulate words, especially when he puts more pressure and makes you gasp more, just that making you feel good, only to then feel him drop almost his weight against you and now positioning himself between your legs, he starts rubbing his hard cock inside his pants against you, making you shudder.

Now he gasps along with you, as he lets go of your wrists and slides one of his hands under your shirt, kneading one of your breasts with ease as you sleep without a bra.

You arch your back against him and bite your bottom lip as he begins to leave soft kisses down your neck, never letting go of your touch and never stopping rubbing against you.

"Please, Aemond, please," you beg him, needing him.

He marks the skin of your neck, sucking and sucking, then brings his lips back to your ear.

You bring one of your hands to his face and turn him towards you, kissing him with need and depth where he responds in kind, where you are completely delighted by his caresses and words.

"Now do you get it, princess?" he says hoarsely, "You're the only one who can make me play this fucking game of hide and seek with your brother and everyone else."

He says honestly, making you moan as he puts more pressure on his hips.

"But you know what? I've had enough and I don't fucking care if Cregan bothers or not. I don't give a shit."

And that night Aemond fucks you from behind, hard and fast, while you hold the sheets tightly under you and avoid shushing your sobs and moans too loudly against the pillow, as every time you do, Aemond gives you a hard spank with his hand on one of your ass cheeks as a way of punishment for your bratty attitude earlier.

And he doesn't give you a chance to silence your moans as he gathers all your hair into a fist and makes your back arch, while his other hand takes it to hold your throat firmly and rests his cheek against yours to fuck you with more accessibility, fast and deep, bringing you to the peak several times.

And when it's all over, you melt into the arms of your perfect, official boyfriend.

thank you so much for reading!❤

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 13 days

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Seventeen & matching/couple items

💕Who; seventeen (individually) x gender-neutral reader 💕What; soft thoughts about the couple items they'd have with their significant other 💕Wordcount; around 1.5k altogether 💕Warnings; none! I didn't even swear in this, go me

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N; this wasn't supposed to be a whole thing which is why there's no capitalisation, plus it's almost 2 am so I am not about to go through and change the style now

seungcheol; definitely rings. i imagine something simple and in silver with both of your initials on the inside so it's more subtle but he can still look down at it when he needs the strength you give him but he's also always giving you his hoodies/jackets/hats and will buy another of any you refuse to give back so you wind up matching that way too but only intentionally in private. cheol likes to show you off but only to those he trusts and loves because he only wants you to feel the love you deserve

jeonghan; jackets, like matching bomber-style jackets with cute embroidery and maybe your names embroidered on them somewhere. but he often steals yours so you have to wear his just so that he can see his name on you he'll definitely come up to you one day like "babe, let's get matching tattoos" only to show you a packet of temporary tattoos he got for some change in a machine. the designs are all clearly aimed at children but you both wind up with arms dotted in these cute little matching images

joshua; something sweet and handmade because it means more. yes, im talking about his handmade bracelets, or beaded keychains you made for each other one lazy afternoon full of giggles as you make each other the most atrocious keychains in a competition to make the worst just for the fun of it. yet you both still adore the keychain gifted to you because the other made it and wear it proudly on your favourite/daily bags omg mugs, every morning(if you live together) he gets up earlier than you on purpose just so that he can make sure that he can make you both your morning beverages(regardless of if you drink hot drinks or not) in the matching mugs. he smiles sleepy and content at you every time without fail as he watches you sip at your mug with the sweet phrase on that matches his own

junhui; i don't know why but i suddenly imagined matching plushies and that feels right. maybe you happened to both win the same one during an arcade date in a claw machine but now you both sleep with that same one on your bed even if it's for an anime neither of you has watched i don't imagine jun purposely getting matching items because it wouldn't really occur to him as he's never felt the need to boast, he's happy with you and he hopes you're the same though when you're out together wandering around stores and see little decor you both like, he'll rush to buy you one each so your living spaces matches. (he's really just slyly making your homes similar enough that it won't seem like such a difference when he asks you to move in)

soonyoung; i actually think he'd be quite subtle with it tbh. he'd give you a tiger plushie keychain to attach to your bag and he'd have a matching one of your favourite animal on his own and will always fiddle with it mindlessly and think of you. so it actually wears out quite often and he has to geta new one. though he keeps the damaged ones in a secret box under his bed because it'd feel like throwing a piece of you out, he really does link the cute little plushie to you so much he might also like something like bucket hats/beanies that match but in simple designs/colours so although you two know they're purposely matching, others will just see you both in plain black bucket hats and think nothing of it other than an easy to happen coincidence

wonwoo; wonwoo would definitely want something just for you two that isn't necessarily an obvious couple item. maybe a cute little enamel badge on his favourite jacket and you have the same on your daily bag also matching gaming headphones because how can i not mention that? even if you don't really game, he'll buy a set he's had his eyes on for ages aimed at couples, with the matching stands and keeps both on his desk so he can look over at your one even if you're not there. always makes him smile to himself and perk up even if he's about to rage quit a game

jihoon; another simple subtle kind of guy. i'm imagining something like braided leather-look bracelets with silver beads with a heart etching which he only takes off to shower/swim and will glare at any stylist who tries to convince him to remove it another one with matching headphones but in this case it's more that jihoon bought you a pair specifically for his studio so that you can listen to what he's working on with him without any outside noises disturbing your peace like can happen with the speakers. sometimes he subtley removes his own when he plays songs you already know just to hear you singing along softly while you do work on your laptop without realising he's listening to you utterly enamoured

seokmin; necklaces, probably multiple of them but his favourite is one of those where you shine a light through the gem and it projects a chosen photo onto the wall or something. the amount of times the others have found seokmin tucked up in a dark corner somewhere awkwardly trying to use the light on his phone to shine through the necklace without removing it is unreal. cute boy just wants to see the first photo you two ever took together for comfort <3 but i also imagine that one upon a time you two were in a store and he saw novelty hats and he didn't manage to slyly buy them for you both because he kept giggling so you found out before he made it to pay but you let him buy them because he looked to happy. so now you both have a novelty hat hanging proudly in your homes, you don't wear them but it makes you both smile to look at

mingyu; everything. he'll want every possible matching couple item. hoodies, bags, hats, rings, bracelets(im emotionally attached to the one he gives reader in this fic i wrote), necklaces, phone cases. omg phone cases, that's his favourite and you can bet there's multiple of them and he matches them to his outfit so every morning you get a selfie of his outfit, but not the case because he likes to make a game out of seeing if you'll guess the correct case to put on your phone that day to match (you always do)

minghao; i feel like he'd like matching necklaces or bracelets, something delicate and simple but full of meaning for you both. he'd especially love a necklace long enough that he can hold the pendant over his heart as he thinks of you when you're apart and hopes you're thinking of him too but he'd also like to make something, maybe one of you buys an embroidery kit one day for you two to try something new together and you personalise matching premade little zip bags(coin purse/toiletry bag idk what you'd call them) to gift each other. obviously as it's your first attempt at embroidery, they don't turn out that great but minghao proudly carries him around all the time with whatever little items he may need during the day and doesn't want to lose in his bag

seokmin; i have no idea why but my brain said shoes and now honestly that seems so random but i can't let it go now so you have matching shoes, a variety to match a range of outfits. They may not be exactly the same(though some are) but they're similar enough to work. seungkwan always smiles dopily to himself then plays it off and side eyes you when you tease him for it, though he's realyl fighting hard not to smile because he really loves the unique way to match with you also matching scarf/gloves/hat sets for the cold weather because he loves bundling you up so you're all cosy snug. the matching aspect is just a happy bonus and definitely always leads to loads of selfies with your matching pink cheeks and noses barely in view under the thick scarves

vernon; t-shirts, band tees, graphic tees, plain ones. just t-shirts. it started because you always stole his and he didn't realise it was because they're his so he bought you the same ones and took his back, only for you to swap them out next time. but he knows now and buys two of pretty much every t-shirt he buys though makes sure to wear one a handful of times before giving that one to you because he knows you like things he's worn he's also the type i think to like carrying a photo of you two in his wallet/tucked hidden into his phone case, like a photobooth one and obviously you have the other half of the strip in your own

chan; honestly, i think chan would just be happy to do whatever you want with matching. he thinks it's cute as hell to match with his partner but he won't really be the one to actively bring it up, just hint "oh look, babe, that couple have matching jackets, isn't that cute?" until you get the hint and ask him to get something matching with you, though he still has you lead it just anything at all would be his favourite regardless of if it was just a cheap prize keyring from the arcade or expensive brand new phones just to match, he won't care so long as he gets to show off that you two belong to each other

A/N- if you liked this, don't forget to let me know so that I know to try and do more things like this & also reblog so others can enjoy it too!

And if you have ideas/suggestions for seventeen content, feel free to send me an ask to help inspire me to write! (or just scream at me about the ideas if you want and I'll likely scream back with a continuation with your own thoughts tbh)

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brainbuffering · 1 year

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An argument that regularly occurs within the discussion of accessibility in cinema, is that creators should not have limitations put upon them. If their creative vision requires Strobe effects to be used, then they should be used regardless of any adverse effects they may have on the viewer.

Others before me have spoken about how the health and wellbeing of your audience should be more important than any artistic vision. However, I think something that is never noted is that creatives are already placed with strict limitations in the form of age certificate guidelines, and other broadcasting standards.

Now, fair warning. I am going to use a lot of uncensored profanity here. If you are offended by slang terms that refer to the act of sex, genitalia, a person's moral/social standing, or any form of bodily fluid then you may wish to step away.

"Cunt. Cunt cunt cunt cunt. Cuntity-cunt-cunt! I'll say it again you shit faced bastards! What is up with all these mother fucking cunts, on this mother fucking cunt ass plane?" is a phrase that beloved merc-with-a-mouth Deadpool is not allowed to say. The rating of the series doesn't matter. The nature of the character doesn't matter. The fact that, objectively, nothing of true offence to any individual beyond the realm of fiction has been said; doesn't matter. The words used are deemed as offensive by the society in which we live in, and so the producers and editors have decided to place limitations on the writers.

British Swear-tastic Political Comedy "The Thick of It" famously had to carefully count the number of cunts and fucks in order to meet with "broadcasting standards". This limited their actors ability to improvise more effectively, and led to scenes being forced to be cut or heavily edited in post production. Yet nobody ever questions whether the limit on swearing was unreasonable even though it was fundamentally detrimental to their creative process.

These may seem like some extreme examples, but one must remember that this applies to all cinematic media. It does not matter that a depressed, middle aged Peter Parker would be perfectly at home letting our a quite "Ahhhh fuck." when he drops his pizza on the floor, because Spider-Man films need to be rated PG-13 in order to maintain sales. This policing of language does limit the ways in which a character is allowed to express themselves, and the sort of stories that are therefore allowed to be told. However the majority of fans deem it perfectly reasonable and acceptable. It does not cause outrage in the same way that suggesting a PG-13 film does not contain Strobe effects heavy enough to send someone to hospital. It would appear that society has deemed the word “Fuck” worse than a Seizure. Peter Parker cannot say fuck in order to protect viewers, he can, however, bombard them with deadly strobes.

And why is this? What is it about our society where we have deemed it more traumatising for a 14 year old to hear the word "cunt" than it is for them to have (or even witness) a seizure? I can assure you, from personal experience, that seizures have caused far more long term damage to my brain than the word "cunt" ever has.

Cinematic Limitations are not just put down to language though. Blood shed is also something that is carefully monitored during ratings. If one watches the extended edition of "The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies" one will note significantly more blood shed during the extended sequences! A level that is far more realistic than what was shown in the original. This is because the cinematic release needed to be a 12a, whereas the Extended BluRay was allowed to be a 15. The creators had to work around creative limitations that were put in place to protect their viewers' sensibilities.

Of course standards for these things differ across nations. Other recent examples of this include films such as "Demon Slayer: Mugan Train". Demon Slayer is a Japanese animated film based off of a comic aimed at young boys, and as such was given a PG12 rating in its home nation. However, in the UK it was rated as 15 due to "Strong Violence" including "strangling, slashings and stabbings with bladed weapons, dismemberment and decapitations which result in extensive blood spurts and other forms of bloodshed." The US release was given an R Rating for similar reasons, although it is perhaps important to note that whilst in the UK the film was not allowed to be seen by anyone under the age of 15, in the US a child could still go see the film so long as they had adult supervision.

Yet it is also interesting to note that whilst Japanese Society considers fantasy levels of blood shed to not be a problem for their children to watch, they do have some of the strictest photosensitivity laws for broadcast TV. This is as a direct response to the infamous "Pokémon Incident" where 685 children from across Japan were taken to hospital after suffering from seizures following an episode of the Pokémon anime in 1997. “Electric Soldier Porygon” has hence been banned from ever being broadcast again, and the titular Porygon has never been seen in the anime since. Even though the trigger for the seizures was Pikachu’s attacks, not Porygon’s. #PorygonWasInnocent.

Most fans consider this a reasonable response to children being put in danger by a TV Show! Indeed, when people watch the episode on YouTube (some things simply refuse to stay lost) folks tend to agree that the lighting effects were incredibly severe and TV Tokyo were right to ban the episode. Yet in 2018 (over a decade after Electric Soldier Porygon Aired) when Pixar also caused children to have seizures in the cinema during "The Incredibles 2" the film was not pulled from screenings or revised, and anyone who suggested it should be was met with volatile abuse from so-called-fans claiming that if their creative vision involved strobe effects, then those strobe effects should be allowed to stay in, no matter how many children might be hurt in the process!

Interesting to note, too, is that the version of the film that aired in the USA was in actual fact illegal to broadcast in the UK due to the potentially deadly nature of the strobe effects, and so an altered version had to be shown. This version still came with an official warning (as is legally required in the UK) but was at least deemed not as likely to cause seizures in those who do not usually suffer from photosensitive seizures. What this tells us, is that Pixar had a version of the film that they could have easily re-distributed to theatres but chose not to.

Pixar easily accepted limitations on their films in terms of language and violence in order to protect the moral/mental well-being of their audience, but drew the line at anything that would actually protect their physical well-being.

You may find yourself reading this and agreeing with the certificate ratings. You may think that the words such as "shit", "fuck", and "cunt" shouldn't be used in media aimed at under 15s. That an excessive or realistic depiction of blood and violence has no place in superhero films that are naturally going to appeal to children! And yet, in my experience, the same people who have these views do not expand them to the use of strobes. Any time the mention of films such as “Into The Spider-verse” should not include strobe effects, a plethora of people will rise up to tell you that you are wrong and terrible and bad for daring to suggest such limitations be put upon cinema! Yet as demonstrated above, these films must already undergo limitations in order to be shown to mass audiences. If the creators wanted total creative freedom, they would keep themselves to small indie productions supported by Kickstarter. Yet when a film is made for a mass market, then it must accept those mass market limitations, especially if they wish for their film to be watched by a younger audience.

Because, at the end of the day, whilst I may be forced to hear again and again that not all animation is for children, a coming of age movie about a teenager attending a brand new high school is, fundamentally, going to be aimed at people under the age of 18. A.K.A. Children. It is also important to note, that the age in which a person is most likely to experience their first seizure is between the ages of 13 and 18, the exact age range that these films are deemed safe for in terms of emotional and mental wellbeing.

Now, I am no parent, but if given the choice between my child hearing Peter Parker call Green Goblin a "Little Shit", or having to hold my child's limp hand as I desperately prayed for them to wake up after suffering from a seizure, I know which I would rather.

I’m not calling for a complete rehaul of cinema certification here. I’m not advocating for more swearing, or more bloodshed. I simply believe that if certificate ratings exist to provide guidance to parents and the rest of the general public about what to expect from films, and what society decides is and is not safe for children to consume, then their physical as well as mental health should be taken into consideration.

And if you are reading this, and still find that a production company including the word "cunt" in their film is more offensive than that film causing someone to have a Seizure, then I have terrible news for you. I think you might be just a tad bit ableist. And that maybe, you, and vast portions of the western film industry, need to start addressing that problem. Before it becomes too late, and the voices of photosensitive people are lost to cinema forever.

For, at the end of the day, if we cannot go see these films, how can we be inspired by them?

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may i humbly request literally any interaction between mihawk and cats? super ultra mega bonus points if it’s fluffy and silly

I’d love to! The world needs more Mihawk content!

Includes: Mihawk x Gn! Reader moments in which you live on his island with him

Mihawk + Cats

Mihawk was genetically predisposed to be a cat dad. His facial hair is literally in the shape of a cat’s face

I have a fairly well thought-out headcanon that Mihawk has become the adoptive dad of a horde of stray cats on Kuraigana

As all well-mannered, strong men do, Mihawk attracts animals. Like, he even canonically influenced an entire army of baboons to be like him.

One day, a tiny stray kitten shows up near him while he’s watering his plants, clearly very hungry.

He’s already cooking fish, and a strong force compels him to save just a little bit of that fish for this poor, hungry cat.

“Found a new friend?” you inquire, noticing the small creature at your Mihawk’s feet.

“It was annoying me while I was gardening, I’m just going to feed it,” Mihawk replies bluntly, dodging the kitten as it runs between the swordsman’s legs.

As much as your partner likes to hide his emotions behind a cool exterior, you easily sense his affinity for the cat as he watches it eat a hearty amount of dinner. When he pets it, he swears up and down he’s “just making sure nothing is in its fur”, but the creature has already taken a liking to Mihawk, nuzzling against him and staying nearby for the rest of the night.

Little did he know that more cats would visit him over time, and once you grew attached to the one, he just couldn’t ignore the others

One day, you caught him drinking wine with a cat on his lap, and he looked like you just found out his darkest secret

But he looked so at ease, so calm, and he knew he couldn’t get himself out of this one

Eventually names them all after swords, save three for perona, zoro, and you

“Has Yoru Jr. been fed yet?”

“Mihawk, Zoro got in a fight with Perona.”

“I hope you mean the cats”

Would 1000% end up growing catnip for them. It’s like, 15 cats at this point, he can’t even deny it anymore

Somehow never gets cat hair on Yoru. It’s an unsolved mystery to you

The last thing Zoro was expecting on Mihawk’s island was an army of stray cats, barreling towards him at full speed

The poor swordsman just happened to get incredibly lost take a walk near dinner time, and the cats got in his way.

It’s the shortest amount of time it’s taken Zoro to get back to the castle.

Zoro’s footwork in battle improves tremendously over the training period, and he’ll never admit it’s because he was avoiding stepping on cat tails.

But in all seriousness, it’s a nice change of pace to see your stoic partner grow fond over such tiny, fluffy creatures. With all the stress he holds on his back (literally), you’ve seen him loosen up a little while caring for the kittens, and not seeing them turn into savage beasts. All Mihawk wants at the end of the day is to retire with his 15 cat children and you, his beloved.

I hope this is good!! It’s my first request, and writing for Mihawk was a challenge bc I wanted to get him right!

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I’m Never Drinking Again

Part 2 to “I Have a Girlfriend”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

TW: swearing, mentions of drunk chaos and a hangover

Summary: You and Bradley deal with the aftermath of a night out at the Hard Deck.

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The next morning you're sitting in the living room freshly showered with an iced coffee when you hear a loud groan come from the bedroom. You lift your eyes up from your phone and your lips quirk up slightly. It's almost 10 am and it seems Bradley has finally risen from the dead. You went about your morning as usual, leaving him to his alcohol-induced slumber.

A few minutes go by and you finally see Bradley stumble groggily into the living room and lean against the wall with his eyes closed. You choke down a laugh at his disheveled appearance. He's standing in nothing but boxers and socks, drool dried on the side of his face and curls messily sticking up.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Glad to see you survived." You quip and Bradley lets out a noise resembling that of a wounded animal. "Did you get the painkillers and Gatorade I left on your nightstand?"

He slowly shuffles over to the couch where you're sitting, feet never fully leaving the floor, and plops down. "Yes, thank you." He says with his eyes closed and head resting on your shoulder. You nod even though he can't see you and take a sip of your drink. Your nose crinkles when you smell him and you shove him off of you.

"Go brush your teeth and shower. You reek." You tell him while pretending to gag. He opens his eyes at the sudden movement and pouts at you with crossed arms. "I do not." His voice is whiny like a toddler who didn't get their way and you roll your eyes.

"Yes, you do Roo. You're practically sweating vodka and your breath smells like a dead raccoon covered in skunk spray. I love you but please for the love of god, go clean yourself up." Your voice is teasing but he can see on your face that you're serious.

He stands up and huffs, heading toward the bathroom without any more protest. Twenty minutes later, you hear the water shut off and Bradley walks out with a fresh pair of boxers slung low on his hips and he's drying his hair with a towel.

He watches your eyes rake slowly over his form and smirks. "Hey, where the hell did these bruises come from?" He asks while showing you some dark purple welts on his arm and leg.

"Not sure. You fell out of the bed last night and had a hell of a time getting back up. Maybe you landed harder than I thought." You say with a shrug and he grunts. "Maybe."

"Other than that, how are you feeling?" You question and Bradley lets out a pained moan. "A little better since showering but still like shit. My head feels like there's a construction crew inside and my stomach is in knots."

You nod your head and turn your attention back to mindlessly scrolling. Bradley goes off to get dressed and comes back a few minutes later wearing a navy t-shirt and gray sweats. You check the clock and stand when you see it's almost 11. Bradley looks up at you with a confused expression and you laugh.

"We're meeting everybody for brunch. There's nothing quite like greasy breakfast food to cure a hangover." You explain and Bradley sighs. "Not to be rude, but I'd rather swallow a cactus." Just the idea of eating right now makes his stomach lurch and he suppresses a gag.

You shake your head and grab his hand to pull him up. "We both know the only way out is through. You'll only feel worse if you're hungry."

He stands next to you begrudgingly and grabs his aviators off the coffee table, slipping them onto his face. "Fine, but I'm going to complain about it the whole time." You roll your eyes playfully and grab the keys to his bronco. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

You climb in the driver's side and Bradley doesn't protest. You're the only other person allowed to drive his baby and quite frankly, he's pretty sure being behind the wheel right now would make his head spin.

You take your time driving to the small diner you frequent after nights out. A few minutes later you're pulling into a parking spot and you wave at the group standing outside waiting for you.

Bradley clambers out of the truck and takes his sweet time making his way over to his fellow pilots. Jake claps Bradley on the shoulder and he winces slightly. "How come she's allowed to drive that fossil but I'm not?" He complains and Bradley's voice is still hoarse when he answers. "Because you drive the same way you fly and I trust her more."

Jake doesn't let the comment bother him, instead, he just laughs and nods his head. "You know I like to go fast." He quips with a wink and Phoenix scoffs.

"I'm sure you do a lot of things fast." She mocks and you cackle at the implication. The two of them seem significantly better off than your boyfriend and you wonder if they were as drunk as they acted last night.

The thought doesn't linger for long as Maverick interrupts the banter. "Okay kids, that's enough. Let's get inside, Bradley looks like he's thirty seconds from sitting on the pavement." You glance over at your boyfriend and sure enough, he's wobbling on his feet.

Ten minutes later you're all sitting around a table ordering drinks and looking over the menu. Bradley is wearing his sunglasses inside and despite the shower, he still looks like a hangover personified. Jake takes a moment to really look at the man and shakes his head.

"You look like shit, Chicken." Bradley doesn't even bother looking up when he responds. "Fuck off, Bagman." Everybody laughs at the enemies-turned-friends before going back to their own conversations.

The waitress comes to take everyone's order and Bob suddenly speaks while you're all waiting for your food. "Here's your hard-earned money." He teases while handing Bradley a wad of cash.

You see his eyes dart between the money and Bob trying to sort out what the hell he's talking about and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You look at Maverick and see the older man holding back a laugh of his own. It would seem Bradley doesn't remember much of last night.

"What the hell is this from?" He asks and you see Jake break out in a shit-eating grin. You know he's thrilled when he realizes he gets to fill Bradley in on the events from the night before. "Your show." He tells him and you can hear the giddiness in his voice.

Bradley's eyebrows only furrow deeper and he looks at you. "What show?" You can see Jake practically bouncing in his seat with excitement and grin.

"Your little performance on the bartop, Roos. Seems you cleaned up pretty well." You tell him and Jake looks like he's going to explode when realization dawns on Bradley.

"You're fucking with me." He says matter of factly and you shake your head. Before you can respond, Jake pulls out his phone and holds it up. "Nope." He says, making sure to pop the p. "Got the blackmail evidence right here."

Bradley's eyes are saucers and he snatches the phone out of the blonde pilot's hand. Sure enough, there's a video of him dancing up on the bar with money raining down.

His heart races as he watches himself reach for the button of his jeans and he wonders if he's even allowed back at the Hard Deck. Right before he loses the last of his dignity, he sees you appear on the phone.

He breathes a sigh of relief when you jump up on a bar stool and yank him down. He hears boos from the crowd and the video cuts off. He hands the phone back to Jake and drops his head into his hand. "What else happened?"

"Some girl hit on you." Maverick says casually and Bradley's head jerks up to look at the man. His heart leaps into his throat at the tone and insinuation. What did he do? He loves you more than anything, you're his entire world. He feels bile rise at the idea he may have blacked out and fucked that all up. He would never do that, no matter how drunk he is. Would he?

You watch the panic rise in Bradley and punch Mav in the shoulder before turning to your boyfriend. " You thought some girl hit on you and almost pulled a muscle trying to get away from her. I was standing three feet in front of you the entire time. You were so drunk you didn't recognize me." You explain and you see Bradley physically deflate with relief.

" You wouldn't even let me near you or drink the water I gave you. The first thing you did was reject me and show me a picture of your girlfriend. Then you called me and told me you missed me." You say with a fond smile. You hear Phoenix aww and Jake gags before you continue.

"It was actually really cute to see how excited you got just talking to me. You were like a little kid on Christmas morning." You recall sweetly and Bradley grabs your hand under the table. You smile at him and the interaction is cut short by food being placed on the table.

You spend the next hour eating and laughing while recounting the chaos from last night. Bradley slowly starts to warm up as the food and meds kick in and before you know it, he's back to his usual self.

Everyone pays their bills and says their goodbyes and the two of you head toward his bronco. He sticks his hand out and you toss him his keys. He unlocks the truck and opens the door for you before rounding to the driver's side.

All the windows are down and you take in the warm San Diego breeze as it whips through your hair. Bradley rests his large hand on your thigh and you look over at him through the matching Ray Bans he bought you. "I love drunk Roos." You jest and he glances over at you for a split second.

"Well don't get your hopes up. I'm never fucking drinking again." He smiles and you laugh loudly with your head thrown back. "That's what you always say."

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“As The Crow Flies” (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) — PART 2

SUMMARY — By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfie’s living room, nor calling the man “darling” for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Thank you to everyone for words of encouragement and for waiting for the update 💗💗💗💗💗 Goodness, that was one hefty break. I hope the next part won't take me as much, but I can't exactly promise it will be fast, sorry about that. I think this is a part 2 out of 3 and then I'll do an epilogue, but that is still more of a draft than a plan.

WORD COUNT — 2,708

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Tommy sat beside Polly in utter silence, watching the cigarette slowly burn between her fingers to the point where the heat nearly touched the skin. Tommy observed it with morbid fascination because it was something other to do than to stay with his own thoughts. And he would not dare to speak to Polly first—not after the news he had brought her this evening.

The clock chiming in the hall let them know it was nearly three o’clock in the morning, but still neither of them moved. The fire went out long ago and Tommy wondered in his solemn silence if Polly would accept a blanket.

“How could you tell me she was dead?” Polly suddenly asked the question Tommy had been dreading for the past hour and then she flicked the cigarette butt straight on the carpet.

Tommy dared to look her in the eye then and immediately regretted that decision when he was met with nothing but hurt and steel-like anger.

“They told me she was, Pol. I went to the parish myself, saw the documents myself,” Tommy replied calmly.

That signature state of calm didn’t come to him as quickly as it used to, he noticed. These days it required more and more effort; or perhaps the things he chose to do got worse with time.

“Fucking nuns,” Polly hissed and shook her head. “You should have pressed them harder! Should’ve made them talk!”

“Then what, hm? Threaten them? Put a gun to their head, eh? There was nothing else they would have told me, Pol, they didn’t know.”

“I don’t care what! We shouldn’t have just abandoned her like that. Now look what happened, she’s a hostage with another fucking monster, just ready to put his paws on her whenever he pleases!” Polly stood up abruptly and Tommy wondered for a moment if perhaps he shouldn’t slip some laudanum in her drink. She looked frenzied, her hair in disarray and eyes bloodshot. The way Tommy saw it, she was half-ready to walk to Margate on foot and kill Alfie herself.

“Polly,” Tommy moved to stand in front of her just in case she had any ideas. He put both hands on her shoulders to reassure her. “Polly, look at me. Alfie Solomons, yeah? Alfie Solomons is just about the last man you’d find putting his hands on anybody that didn’t ask for it, all right? I swear this much.”

“Jesus, I don’t care what you swear anymore, Tommy!” Polly scoffed and tore herself away. “The man is insane, you said so yourself—many times in fact! We all remember what he did to Arthur! Or have you forgotten?!”

“No,” Tommy replied stiffly. “Perhaps he’s insane, but he’s not cruel to women, Polly, never has been. He doesn’t have the reputation.”

“Well, neither do you, that doesn’t mean one wife’s not buried, the other’s escaped!”

Though Tommy would never admit it, that hurt immensely. That was the problem with people who loved him, he supposed. They knew exactly where to hit to draw the most blood. He willed his face to return to the stony mask it was before.

“But your daughter is not buried and she isn’t gone,” he said. “She’s alive, Pol, I saw her with my own two eyes. She’s alive and we can get her back.”

“Well, that’s not exactly possible now, is it?” she scoffed and turned her gaze back to the fireplace as if some ghostly apparition beckoned her to it. “You said she didn’t know you, I bet that fucking animal has her caged.”

“That’s not true. I saw her, Pol, she looked well.” Tommy felt like stressing that might help. “She has your eyes and your wit and I swear she cooks somethin’ awful, but she’s no prisoner. Alfie is…” He hesitated then, because it wasn’t exactly a comfortable thought to consider. “She’s got him wrapped around her little finger, Pol. You can’t say no to her, eh? Just like I can’t exactly argue with you neither.”

That brought Polly back, even if just to glare at her nephew with fury.

“Pol, I swore to you once I’d bring your children home and I haven’t changed my mind.” Tommy took her hand in his and to his relief this time Polly didn’t pull away.

“I don’t think Alfie harmed her,” he insisted. “I don’t think she’d let him. Polly, she looked tough. Hardened by life. She’s a woman grown, Pol, and I know she can take care of herself. You said so yourself, eh? It’s grandfather’s gift, reading people. Well, I read her tonight and I know Alfie, too. Something happened to her, that much’s clear, but there’s nothin’ evil happenin’ to her in that house.”

That seemed to satisfy his aunt because she finally took a deep breath that actually made Tommy feel like he could breath himself.

“Why would he tell you to lie to me, Tommy?”

“How do you mean?”

“Why would he think you wouldn’t tell me? That you’d play his game.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But I know what he wants in return and to be honest his plan wasn’t as delirious as I’d take him for.”

“I don’t care what you discussed with that man, that’s of little consequence,” Polly scoffed. “We are going to get her and we are going to get rid of him once and for all, Thomas, because no one fucks with the Peaky fuckin’ Blinders and no one fucks with the family! Do you hear me?!”

“I hear you.”

“Good. Now get up!”

“So we’re goin’ today?”

“Today!”

Tommy nodded and gently navigated her back into the armchair. He rang the bell for the maid. In the agitated state Polly’s house was currently in, Tommy was sure the servants weren’t really sleeping.

“And get Michael,” she ordered. “I don’t care what that peroxide tramp says about it, he’s coming with us.”

Alfie stood on the porch and smoked his pipe. He let you squeeze his arm in anger while trying to sneak concerned glances in your general direction. Tired of being treated like a spooked horse, you glared at him until he stopped with all the concern. You were tougher than you looked and you would very much appreciate it if Alfie finally admitted it.

“You alright?” Alfie asked you for what must have been the twentieth time and you nodded stiffly instead of a reply.

“Darlin’, I mean it, all right, ‘cause if you ain’t tryin’ to make me bloody worried then you’re doin’ a splendid job regardless, yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Right, that’s just fuckin’ uncalled for, that…”

“No. Someone’s coming.”

You pointed then to the faint shapes on the horizon, which, judging by the noise, must have been the Shelby Bentleys.

“Get the binoculars, Alfie.”

“I’ll get the fuckin’ shotgun is what I’ll get.”

“Alfie.”

“I’ll do as I damn well please in my own house, woman!”

“So your brilliant means of operation is just bullets, is that it? What the hell did you expect, that Tommy would just listen to you?”

There was a clear measure of challenge in your words and all you two did then was just size each other up, trying to see who would call the bluff first. Finally, your husband grumbled his best catalogue of swear words and brought you the binoculars you asked for.

“It’s the Shelbys,” you confirmed.

“Like clockwork, that lot,” Alfie scoffed. “You tell them one thing, they go the opposite fuckin’ direction.”

“Some clock that’d be,” you chuckled. “We knew they’d come. That’s why we’re here.”

“Don’t get smart with me.”

The pipe now abandoned, Alfie checked the barrel of his favourite handgun and reassured himself with the number. The only problem was the Shelby threat looming on the horizon and what looked like three cars, no doubt packed to the brim with Tommy’s henchmen.

“And you’re certain he will help us?” you asked.

“‘Course. Like I said before, right, Tommy’s nothin’ if not reliable.”

“That’s quite generous coming from you.”

“Just ‘cause he shot me doesn’t mean we ain’t kin now.”

“I am many things, dearest, but a Shelby isn’t one of them.”

“Ah, well, too bad. And too late to call the cavalry off, I reckon. If ya changed your mind…”

“That’s not what I meant.” It was your time to scoff. “These people are not my family. You are.”

On a rare occasion when Alfie Solomons found himself something close to emotional, three black Bentleys finally arrived at the quaint Margate cottage. You instinctively grabbed your husband’s arm again. He didn’t flinch, not even when you dug your nails into the skin, hard enough to draw blood.

“Right, gentlemen! And lady. What a lovely surprise, innit.” Alfie beckoned with his other hand, waving the gun about and leaving very little doubt as to the quickness of change in his intentions were the Shelbys not to play along. “Let me simply say: shalom… All right. Welcome. Yeah, that is the message for today, or so one might hope.”

What would undoubtedly be another inspired monologue had to wait, however. As soon as Tommy escorted Polly out of the car and her eyes met her daughter’s, Polly’s knees gave out. Tommy and Arthur caught her just in time and held her up on both sides.

“Anna!” Polly cried. “Oh dear God, it’s really you! Anna!”

You stood still like a statue, at which point even your husband turned to look at you with a mix of concern and fascination. You let go of his arm and focused on Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby. You brought an army this time. Am I to expect a shootout?”

As cold and unmoved as Tommy tried to be, it proved to be hard with a sobbing woman on his arm.

“Or am I to understand you’re here to kidnap me?” you pressed. “Please don’t say my chicken was that spectacular, I won’t believe it.”

“Anna.” Polly squeezed Tommy’s arm and took a step forward. Alfie uncocked his gun. You sighed and wished he hadn’t, since the entire Shelby ensemble now followed with the same.

“What the fuck is the matter with you, you fools! Put the bloody guns down!” Polly seethed and marched towards the house with a newfound purpose in her step. “Anna. Come down from there. You’re coming home with us.”

You looked at the woman you knew was your mother, though now only by name. Your heart didn’t know her and your head was too preoccupied to care.

“That might pose an issue,” you answered. “Because I am home.”

The next person that got out of the car, however, seemed to finally make you shake off your stony demeanour. You couldn’t quite help it, because his face was the first you could actually say was known to you.

“Michael!” you whispered and then rushed down from the porch before anyone could stop you. “Oh dear God, you’re alive!”

You fell into your brother’s steady embrace and though the force of it nearly made him stumble, he held you firmly and wouldn’t let go—not even if the devil himself tried to claim you both again.

The tearful reunion was so quiet that no one apart from you and Michael could know what words were exchanged. While the Shelbys weren’t exactly the type to interrupt, you could tell that Alfie was out of patience.

“Are we just about finished, then?” he inquired. “Forgive the interruption, yeah, but it’s gettin’ li’l too chilly for my taste.”

Polly took that opportunity to point her gun directly at Alfie’s head.

“Now then, madam,” Alfie chuckled and stood his ground, though he didn’t raise the gun he was holding. “I’d only ask ya to aim better than your nephew, all right, ‘cause I can’t exactly take no more of this.” He pointed to the injured side of his face. “Once was enough, yeah, so if you’re certain that’s what ya wanna do, I won’t stop ya.”

“Shut your mouth,” Polly hissed. “You shut your mouth!”

“Polly.” Tommy took a step towards them. His voice was full of warning and he ordered his men to stand down with a single wave of his hand. “Polly, think about what we’re doin’ here, all right? We came to get your daughter,” he turned to point at you, who now looked toward her husband with a horrified expression. “She’s safe now, Polly, we can take her home. There’s no need for violence, Pol, not today.”

“Like hell you will!” you protested. “Can you stop talking about me like I’m not even here?! No one’s taking me anywhere.”

“Now then, Tommy,” Alfie sighed. “There I was, mate, thinkin’ we had an understandin’, you an’ I. After all these years of friendship, right, you come to my house, guns blazin’, and with your lovely aunt no less, all in pursuit of justice I can’t exactly give, mate, ‘cause I ain’t the one who took Anna away in the first place. So…”

To everyone’s surprise Alfie turned his back to Polly and opened the front door as casually as one might when having a gun pointed at you turns into something of a daily occurrence.

“Might I offer you a drink then, uh, Polly, is it? Right, lemme just say that, yeah, I ain’t exactly one for close family ties, you see, that’s just not somethin’ I was brought up with…”

Alfie’s voice disappeared somewhat as he walked further into the house, completely ignoring the chaos on the porch. You tried to rush back towards the house and stomped on Michael’s foot with all your might when he wouldn’t let you go. Michael roared with pain and you took your chance to run, but this time it was Arthur who stopped you and who, all things considered, presented a much sturdier guard than your brother.

“You let me through,” you hissed.

“Nah, I don’t think so, luv. You’re comin’ with us.”

“Like hell I am!”

Polly, still stunned, turned towards her children and lowered her gun, creating an opportunity for Tommy to catch up with her and take it out of her hands.

“Not today,” he repeated softly. “There’ll be time for vengeance and there’ll be time for justice. But not here, Pol, not now. Arthur, let Anna pass.”

Polly shook her head and spat on the bluish tiles of the porch, thoroughly worn out and bleached by the seaside air. Only then did she notice the curious mosaic right before the front door and the gentle arch forming the words “lethe”.

“I’m not leaving without her, Tommy,�� she warned.

“I know you’re not.”

Out of options and out of bullets, Polly crossed the threshold and she hoped the choice would truly erase the anguish from her memory—if only for a moment.

Alfie’s gambit must have been exactly that from the start, Tommy mused, because as soon as the rest of the Shelby clan entered the house, they were welcomed by the maid with a tea tray. Alfie, now comfortable in his usual armchair, gestured for his guests to sit.

Judging by his calm and calculated demeanour, Tommy doubted him and his family had been so unexpected. In fact, he just about acknowledged he had let himself be manipulated not once but twice in what was perhaps the strangest forty-eight hours in a long time.

“Right, now, we don’t know each other well so I don’t know exactly what everyone drinks…” Alfie waved at the maid dismissively and she started to serve the tea as if it was any other ordinary occasion. “Feel free to peruse the bar if you so prefer, Tommy, right, but not you.” Alfie settled his only seeing eye on Arthur, though the elder Shelby brother didn’t seem as prone to anger as Alfie remembered. That was almost disappointing.

You entered the house last, holding your brother’s hand. Michael smiled down at you fondly as if you hadn’t just caused him severe bodily harm. Tommy and Alfie both noted the scene, though neither exactly for the same reasons. Alfie looked just about done tolerating all that whispering between you and your brother and it seemed so was Tommy.

Though neither, exactly, for the same reasons.

“Right then,” Alfie announced. “Should we discuss the terms?”

#peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy x reader

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1500+

NOT PROOFREAD

this morning of school was tense. all day i was waiting to hear from anna to cuss me out, ask for a ride home or act like nothing happened and be petty. none of the above happened. she literally didnt go to school.

chris and i hung out at lunch and were just waiting for anna to start texting one of us aggressively but she didnt.

the silent treatment was killing me. why couldnt she just talk to me about what she was feeling. she had it all wrong and if she wasnt talking to me or chris she would just live thinking that we were hooking up being her back. it doesnt help the situation at all that shes ignoring us because we couldnt fully explain ourselves. but with anna, i dont even think clarification would change her mind.

chris and i were about to leave school when i got a text from anna:

monday 3:14pm

anna: i need you to come over, its urgent

as soon as i read the message i booked it to chris’ car showing him the message. “chris what the fuck am i supposed to do.” i exclaim shoving my phone in his face. he grabs it from my hand and reads it, “go.” is all he says.

“go?”

“yes go right now, this is literally our only chance of saving this whole situation.” he says.

“chris i am scared what are you not understanding.” i snap.

“me and you both have watched anna single handedly take girls down for messing with her relationships even if they didnt matter. you have watched her fight girls in the hallway just for looking at her wrong, now you have a chance to fix this and your ‘too scared’.” he explains

i pause thinking about what to do. part of me thinks hes right but the other part is saying that im about to get bitch slapped into oblivion. the people she cares about most betrayed her, atleast in her eyes.

“i dont even know what to say.” i mumble. “maybe explain the fucking situation.” he says in a duh tone. “got it.” i say before running into my car, backing out of my spot and waving off chris.

after driving to annas house ,which time felt like it was speeding past me, i got out of the car and let out a sigh i didnt know i had been holding in. walking up to the front door i run over every detail of what im about to say, finally reaching the top of her porch stairs i knock on the door. the door flys open and anna has the sweetest smile on her face.

im guessing she doesnt know that chris told me about what she said since she started talking to me like normal.

“what did i miss at school any hot gos?” she says walking towards her fridge and grabbing a sparkling water. “uhhh no?” i hesitate for a second confused. “oh lame.” she frowns.

“well i have some.” she says.

“about who?” i question even though i have a feeling i know where she is going with this.

“one of our best friends.” she is talking almost as if she is animated. most likely to freak me out, its working.

“ouu interesting.” i reply.

“yeah! so, one of our closest friends is hooking up with chris behind my back, she actually thinks i wont do something about it.” she states in the same animated tone.

“anna you can drop it i know your talking about me.” i say my face blank.

her face drops “oh so you admit it.”

“no i actually came here to knock some sense in to you.”

she hums in response raising her eyebrows. “what the fuck game do you think your playing at anna. i mean seriously, drop this little creepy act your not intimidating anyone. if you knew everything you wouldnt be acting like a bitch right now.” i snap.

“ouu look who grew a pair, im not going to sit here and listen to your fake ass apologies so you can leave and perhaps let the door hit you on the way out.” she says with a smug smile on her face. “anna if you would get out of your own head you could stop yourself from losing two friends who care about you.”

“friends?” she scoffs, “what great friends i have. did you enjoy your movie night or did chris’ dick feel too good down your throat? i dont need you anymore you see, all you do is complain and complain. you wanna act innocent? get out of my house and i wont tell anyone your as fake as you really are.” she scolds.

“you dont mean that.” my heart shatters as my best friend basically tells me im nothing to her anymore. “oh y/n i mean every word.” she waves at me and turns around.

“unbelievable.” i scoff as i walk out.

if there was anything i knew about anna was that she could lie right through her perfect teeth. if she says shes not going to tell people that she thinks me and chris are hooking up, she quiet literally means the opposite. so if she wants to play that game i will too.

im done getting pushed around by her.

i immediately dial chris’ phone number.

ring ring ring

chris answers the phone.

“hey kid, did everything go smoothly as planned?” he asks.

“no, anna is actually the most horrible human being on the planet i cannot fucking believe i wasted years of my life on that bitch.”

“woah woah calm down. explain to me what happened.” he tries to mediate.

“ill be over in 5.” i say before hanging up and getting into my car.

i sped over to chris’ house so angry i swear i passed about 3 stop signs.

“anna is actually unreal i never should have agreed to this little deal of yours to set you up with her.” i storm in to chris’ room. he shoots up at my entrance “ok y/n you actually need to chill the fuck out.” he breathes.

“no chris in not going to ‘chill the fuck out’” i mock, “you know what the fuck she said to me?” i say. “what?” he says.

“she said she doesnt need me anymore.” i quote anna. chris’ face drops. i walk over to his bed dropping my school bag on his floor. “how exactly did all of this blow up in your face this bad?” he questions. “well i walked in acting clueless and she kept talking to me like everything was fine and i was extremely confused right?” i explain. “mhm” chris hums waiting for the rest of the story.

“so she started saying one of her closest friends betrayed her and thought they got away with no consequences, so then i just confronted the situation and she took that as me confessing to everything. so i started to explain myself and then she started saying how we are fake people and that if i didnt leave her house she would tell everyone was a snake and fucking you behind her back.” i continue.

“but you left so your fine right?”

“chris do you even know who anna is? like seriously.” i say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“by tomorrow pretty much everyone will be talking about how we got together behind annas back.” i state.

“im so done being pushed around by her. she always called me a buzzkill when i didnt feed into her constant boy troubles. and you know what carson told me, he said that anna has been scaring guys away from me for years. she never saw me as a friend. she only ever saw me as competition. years of friendship for nothing.”

“if she is going to tell everyone that were snakes then let them believe it.” he blurts out.

i make a confused face at him “chris wha-“ he cuts me off “people are going to believe anna no matter what right?” i shrug in response, “so why dont we entertain the idea for them.” he explains

“chris have you actually lost it?” i say. “nope. kid i dont know about you but anna seems like she wasnt the bestie we thought she was.” he says emphasizing ‘bestie’.

“no?” i respond.

“so then lets get back at her, make everyone think were dating.”

“yeah chris i got that but what do we get out of it?”

“you get back at your horrible bitchy best friend and i get a fake hot girlfriend.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍

🍯our little farm masterlist🍯

summary - the reader gets a call from her parents, they ask her to look after their farm and hopefully get their newest addition to mate with the cow hybrids. what happens when it's not the cows bull ari sets his sights on, but instead, it's the reader?

warning - interspecies, dumb bimbo reader, angst, smut, swearing, fluff, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, dirty thoughts, slight manipulation, talks of masturbating.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, and the dividers are by @royalsweetteaa and @firefly-graphics

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

You yawned, walking groggily to the kitchen. You felt the exhaustion settling into your bones from the long drive over. Your parents had asked you to come and look after their farm whilst on vacation. They explained that one of their newest additions is refusing to mate with the cow hybrids. You happily agreed, having nothing better to do where you lived.

Your hands rub your eyes, walking over and starting the coffee machine. Your plump breasts practically spill out of your soft yellow nightie, the lace ending just below your ass as you lean over to grab the ingredients for your breakfast. Your cute pink mug is filled to the brim with vanilla-flavoured coffee. You take sips and prepare some banana pancakes with a side of oatmeal covered in yoghurt and berries.

Once everything is prepared, You walk outside and sit down. You take in the sunrise and the beautiful colours of the sky as you eat. Not noticing the newest addition staring daggers in your direction, his head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out who this stranger was. His darkened blue eyes take in your skimpy pyjamas, tongue flicking out as he appreciates the sight. And it finally clicked. Ari knew that you were the one he wanted to mate with, not these whorish cows that kept throwing themselves at him.

You hum as you finish breakfast, your belly full as you stand. Heading back inside to prepare for the day, you walk to the kitchen, placing your dishes in the sink before heading to your room. You pull out your skimpiest denim shorts— the perfect pair that hugs your ass— and a tiny white shirt— one that forms perfectly around your plump breasts.

You giggle as you pull your clothes on before bending over to put your cute little farmer boots on. You get up and head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth before returning, feeling ready to get to work. You make your way out of the house and head to the crops to tend to those first.

After all the work you have done, you feel dirty. But that doesn’t stop you from heading to the animals to care for them. You don’t notice that you are being watched, too busy smiling at everything around you. You wave when you see the neighbours. Having met the owner and their helper Colin, you’ve learnt they have the same problem with their bull Ransom. You won’t admit it, but you’ve had dirty thoughts about Colin. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you think of him all dirty and on top of you. The many nights you’ve spent with your vibrator between your legs with the thoughts of him there instead were too many to count.

As you pass the cows, you smile and wave. “Hey, ladies!” You continue to giggle as they wave back, happily strolling through as you work. When you enter Ari’s closed-off area, you look around curiously. You’ve never met a bull hybrid before. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before you jump, as a huff can be heard from the side of you.

You turn, and a giant smile appears as your eyes connect with beautiful blue ones. “Hi! I’m Y/n! You must be Ari!” You squeal, stumbling closer to him. Your eyes are wide as you take in his giant form, practically drooling at his bulging muscles and the panty-dropping defined lines across his stomach. You stick your hand out, feeling giddy with being in his presence.

Ari’s brows furrow, puffing his chest out, and he notices how your eyes follow the movement. His large hand fills yours, shaking it slightly. He takes in your form, seeing how much tinier you are to him. “L/n’s daughter?” You nod, soft giggles escaping you as you take in the nasty scar on his face before following it and looking at his golden rings.

“Yeah! I’m looking after the place!” You grin, “Apparently, I’m supposed to help you mate with the cows?” Your brows furrow, pouting as you try to figure out how to do that. Your head tilts to the side, looking up at him with confusion. “How do I do that?”

“You don’t know how to…?” Ari tilts his head also, studying you. How you look at him with a dazed look is different for him. “What if I told you that it’s better and healthier for a bull to mate with a human instead of a cow?”

You blink, eyes widening even more. “It is?” Ari nods, holding back the smirk that desperately wants to appear. “Huh… My dad never told me that… Okay…” You nod, believing his words as he seems older than you. Your eyes slowly drag down his body, stopping at the spot between his legs, brows furrowing as you become curious. Ari watches as a look of wonder appears on your face, he opens his mouth to ask you what you're looking at, but a sound of shock leaves him as you slither your hand through the fence and poke his softened cock. “Aww! It’s so cute! Hello, little guy!”

Ari huffs, feeling shocked and offence shoot through him as you continue to coo at his cock. He utters what the fuck as you just stare at him wide-eyed. A grunt escapes him, gaining your attention back up at him. His brows are raised. “Are you done?” Your lips go between your teeth as your eyes flicker back down before connecting with his eyes again, a slight nod following. Ari huffs, his eyes take in your outfit. “What are you wearing?”

You frown, looking down at your outfit. “What’s wrong with this?” You look back at him, doe-eyes filled with tears, plump lips pouted as you tug on your shirt. Unknowingly exposing your cleavage to him, your thighs clench at his rough look.

“It’s too… It’s not proper for the farm, but… Never mind, you wouldn’t take advice from someone like me anyway.” Ari turns, holding back his smirk as you call for him to wait. Your soft voice was begging for his advice on what to wear. He turns, facing you again with a straight face. “Well… A nice short dress would be easier to work in…” He clicks his tongue inside his mouth as he watches you stare up at him, eyes still clueless. “But, if you want to be seen as a disappointment….”

“No! I don’t! I will change into the appropriate farmwear tomorrow!” You babble, gripping the fence as tears fall from your eyes.

“Good girl.” A smile appears on your face at Ari’s words, feeling pride beaming inside you. You say your goodbyes before skipping back to the house, feeling your stomach grumble. Never having felt so free before, you enter the kitchen, gather ingredients for dinner, and begin to prepare some pasta, your mouth watering as the scent of food enters your nostrils.

Once the food was ready, you served yourself a bowl and sat down. You scoff it all before getting up, walking to the kitchen and placing the bowl into the sink, ensuring all the dishes are clean before groggily heading to the bedroom. You strip until you are completely bare and unknowingly give the hybrid outside a show. Ari’s hand moves up and down his massive cock as he watches you strip from your dirty clothes. Your soft hands glide down your nude form, and he grunts as he covers his body with his cum.

You climb into your soft bed and fall into a blissful sleep.

The sound of a rooster wakes you from your slumber, and you roll over and groan. Burying your face into your fluffy pillow, you can feel your muscles begin to relax again as sleep tries to take over. Slowly, you get out of bed and head into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to become boiling hot before getting in.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the water begins to relieve your tense muscles. You wash your hair and body, ensuring you are clean and ready for the day before hopping out and drying yourself. You head back into your room and open your closet, pulling out a tiny checkered white and blue dress that fits snugly against your body.

You pull it on and place a white headband into your hair, pulling your boots on before heading into the kitchen. Repeating what you did the morning before, starting up the coffee machine and making yourself some breakfast. Once everything is ready, you sit outside and enjoy it all. Finishing your food and coffee, you head inside and place them into the sink before heading back out to begin work.

You skip around, tending to your chores and harvest some fruit that appears to be ready. As the day passes, you snack on the cherries in your basket, heading to where the animals are and waving to the cows as you pass them by. You make sure they have everything they need before you go to check on Ari, hoping that he approves of your outfit.

Ari’s eyes are locked on your lips when you enter, licking his lips as he watches you slowly bite into the cherry. His eyes slowly move down and take in your dress, huffing in approval. “Hi! Did you sleep okay?!” You squeal, skipping closer to him. You happily chew on the cherries as you beam up at him, hoping you’ve made him proud with your dress. “Did I do good? You were so right about it being easier to move in!” Your doe-eyes blink as you wait for him to answer.

Ari smiles, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “You did well. You’re such a good girl for listening to me.” He smirks slightly as he watches you clench your thighs together, his praise getting to you. “But I do need you to do something for me.”

You launch forward, eyes wide. “Anything!” Ari bites his lip, having to think of something else as he feels his cock twitch.

“I accidentally dropped something over there and can’t reach it. Do you mind grabbing it for me?” You nod, practically buzzing as you wait for him to tell you where it is. He clears his throat, and his ear twitches as he holds his desires back. “It’s just over there.” You nod again, quickly heading over to where he’s pointing and bending once you’ve found it. A groan slips from Ari’s lips as your glistening cunt is in view, and his cock begins to swell and grow as he stares.

“Here it is!” You stand, holding the bell in your hand, before turning around and bouncing over to the giant creature. Your eyes fall on his hardened cock, causing them to widen as your mouth opens in shock. “Where’d my little guy go?” You pout as you stare before looking up at him, saddened that he’s gone.

Ari blinks, slowly grabbing the bell from your hands and placing it over his head. The cool metal rests against his neck. “Sadly, he won’t make his appearance until I’m empty, but unfortunately, I don’t have a human to mate with for that to happen.” Ari pouts, pretending to be sad.

A whimper escapes you. “I can help! I’m human!” You whine, batting your eyelashes up at him as you pout.

Ari shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t ask you to do that, and it has to be someone extraordinary to be able to be filled by me.” His head lifts when a sob leaves your plump lips. He notices the heartbroken look on your face.

You nod sadly. The feeling of happiness that you felt had been drained. “Oh… Okay, well… Have a good day.” You give him a sad smile, turning to leave.

His brows furrow, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “What, no. Why are you leaving?”

You turn back and look up at him. “You said it had to be someone extraordinary… I know I’m dumb, but I also know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffle, smiling through it all.

A sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean you weren’t special, I thought you’d turn around and say you were, but obviously, I should’ve just accepted your offer to help.”

You blink up at him, the tears brimming as you pout. “Really? I’m special enough to help you?” Ari nods, and a giant smile appears as you bounce up and down. “I’d be happy to help, Ari! Please, can I help?!” Ari feels his cock twitch at your eagerness and the sight of your wide eyes. He nods, causing you to squeal and quickly go to the gate, opening it and entering his area.

You excitedly skip over to him and crash into his large body, his massive cock pokes your tiny form, and you can feel your knickers dampen from the feeling. Ari grabs you and lifts you as if you weigh like a feather. You feel your cunt throb as he does this. He carries you over to the stacks of hay. Ari sits and places you on top of him. He groans at the feeling of your bare cunt touching his swollen cock.

“You want to be split open by me, little one?” You nod, whimpering and gripping his bulging biceps, humping your dripping cunt onto his throbbing member. “But, you’re such a tiny little baby. How could you possibly fit something as large as my cock in your small hole?” He taunts, hands gripping your hips as he moves your body.

You whine. “It’ll fit, please. Stuff me full of you!” Your head bobs up and down, repeatedly repeating ‘it’ll fit’ as you babble. Your head falls back, feeling blissed out before the fun begins, and your nails dig into his flesh. “Please! Force your cock into my small cunt! Fill me to the brim! Please!” Your eyes roll back as Ari lifts you and begins to push his thick tip into your hole. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as your cunt swallows his cock.

“Oh! Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight! Much better potential for a mate than those whores over there!” He huffs, nostrils flaring as he stops his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. “You think they’ll be jealous that I’m stuffing you with my massive cock and not them?” You nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bounce up and down his cock, soaking him entirely with your juices. His large hands help fasten your pace, pounding up into you. “My good girl! Soon you’ll be full and carrying my babies! Do you think your dad will be proud of you for helping me?”

Your mind is fuzzy, lazily nodding your head before planting it into his neck. “Wan’ be full o’ you” Your words come out jumbled, barely finding time to breathe as his cock splits you open but in a good way. A whimper escapes you when Ari pulls the front of your dress down, causing your plump breasts to bounce free. He launches forward, latching his lips onto your aroused nipples. His tongue swirls around them, licking and sucking. Your hands move up and into his hair, gripping and tugging as you are overwhelmed with pleasure.

His swollen and full balls slap against your ass, and his arms wrap securely around your waist as he slams into you faster and harder. One of your hands moves toward his horns and grip tight. Screams of pleasure escape you as your walls tighten and squeeze his throbbing base, desperately trying to milk him dry.

“M’ close!” You pull your body as close as possible to him, feeling yourself spasm around him.

“Cum, little one!” The moment those words fall from his lips, your back arches, and your cunt sucks his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and for a moment, you black out as your juices squirt out of you, covering him and everything around you both. “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Ready for me to fill you up?”

“Yes! Yes! Please!” Whimpers and groans escape you both as large amounts of cum spurt out of Ari, and deep into your womb, there’s so much that it begins to leak out of you and onto his lap. “So good! So good!” You hold onto him, whining as you feel him in your stomach. You sag into him as the exhaustion sets in.

“You did good, little one. Get some rest. I’m not done with you yet.” He whispers, stroking your hair as a whine leaves you, feeling his cock begin to harden and grow inside of you.

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Bite Me

Feeltober Day 7

genre: a little biit of fluff, a bit of crack, a bunch of angst

pov: 2nd person

description: Hyunjin is trying to solve all of his problems one bite at a time.

pairing: Hyunjin x vampire!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 974

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👻13 Days of Feeltober👻

“How come when I bite you, you don’t become human?” Hyunjin asks suddenly, making Jisung choke on the popcorn you two were sharing.

Because of the little amount of sleep you need, you often find yourself at the Hyunracha dorm with the night owls. You promised Jisung you’d watch an anime with him. Hyunjin was busy in his room working on a new art piece and apparently pondering.

“Because you’re a human, Jinnie.” You let out a tired sigh as you grab another fist full of popcorn.

“Okay, but when a vampire or a zombie bites a person they turn into a vampire or a zombie.” He argues, not letting up on whatever hill he’s planning to die on tonight.

“That’s because vampires and zombies are supernatural. Nothing we do follows the laws of nature. Humans are natural and by nature abide by the natural order of things.” You explain. If you’re being completely honest, you’re talking out of your ass. You’re not sure why a human biting you wouldn’t turn you human. Nothing in your centuries of living can explain that to you.

“Wait,” Jisung sits up and pauses the anime, “Zombies are real?”

“I’m technically a zombie if you think hard enough about it. We’re a part of the undead category. But they’re living dead and I’m, well living.”

“I’m never leaving this dorm,” He leans back onto the couch, shaking his head.

“They’re much more harmless than media leads you to believe. Horrid stench though.” You pat Jisung’s head to reassure him.

Hyunjin stays standing off to the side, thinking, and you and Jisung continue to watch your anime. You’re not even sure Hyunjin has ever thought this hard in his entire life. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“How come I don’t turn into a vampire when you give me hickeys?” He asks suddenly again. You feel Jisung tense up beside you and turn red.

“And that is my cue to go to bed.” He mumbles before turning off the TV and shuffling off to his room.

You turn to Hyunjin who has a serious look on his face. His brows furrowed in determination and his lips pressed together.

“Because the turning process is a whole thing and it’s the last thing I’m thinking about when we’re in bed. Trust me.”

You watch as Hyunjin squeezes his eyes tight and pinches the bridge of his nose. You, in turn, press your lips so tightly together, that you can feel your fangs digging into your lips, nearly breaking the skin.

“What's stressing you at 3 a.m. that you are harassing me about turning?" You ask softly as you pat the spot on the couch where Jisung was just sitting. He walks over and sits next to you without hesitation, throwing his head back against the couch.

"I was thinking--"

"Hope you didn't hurt yourself," You can't help but joke.

"Y/n," He turns his head to stare at you.

"Sorry,"

"And I was thinking about how you won't turn me--"

"For good reason."

"Right now you are stressing me by not letting me talk."

"Sorry, I'll keep quiet." You mimic closing your mouth with a zipper and lean back into the couch.

"Anyway," he faces forward again, "Since you refuse to turn me, I was thinking about a way to maybe turn you back into a human. And biting you was my only plan."

"I would turn back into a human in a heartbeat if I could. Being with you has made me want that more than anything. But it's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible. The word literally says 'I'm possible.'"

"I desperately need you to stop hanging out with Changbin. You sound like a fucking fortune cookie. Also, pretty sure you stole that somewhere."

"But it's not impossible. Are you sure you tried everything?"

"I've been alive pretty much since the birth the dawn of time, I've tried everything."

"You didn't try turning me," He huffs, pouting.

"Hey, Hyun, look at me," You turn to fully face Hyunjin and tap his knee. Begrudgingly, he turns to face you. "The only reason why I'm not turning you is because I love you too much to put you through all this. Being a vampire is a curse. A curse that led me to you, but a curse all the same."

"That may be, but at least you wouldn't have to be alone. You wouldn't have to watch another person you love die."

"Yeah, but you would. I refuse to put you through that pain."

"I can just turn all my loved ones."

"What if they don't want to? What if they just want normal lives?"

"I..."

"Immortality is nothing but a curse. A curse I have no choice but to live with. I don't want this for you."

"Y/n..." he says softly, a sad look in his eyes.

"Besides," You turn to face forward, avoiding the waterworks that are bound to start. "You would not be able to endure the pain that comes with turning.

"I can endure it!"

"You broke your hand accidentally hitting, not punching but hitting, a door."

"We don't talk about that."

"Case and point,"

You two sit in silence for a moment, pondering different parts of the conversation you just had. Hyunjin is no doubt trying to figure out a way for both of you to be together forever. You, on the other hand, are thinking about how to please both of you in all of this. But you keep coming to the same conclusion you always do and it makes your heart ache.

"Let's not talk about all of this right now. Let's just enjoy what we have left." You whisper before leaning up against Hyun's cheek and kissing it."

"I'm good with not thinking,"

"You do, do it every day."

"Hey, watch it."

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derangedanomaly · 4 months

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Hiii! Still taking requests? If so, can i have a bad sanses x female sweet werewolf reader?

Her physical form is human like but definitely have wolf and a tail

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THE BAD SANSES X FEMALE SWEET WEREWOLF READER

(Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror, Error)

Nightmare:

Nightmare couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw you to be honest.

He's seen a lot of things. But a humanoid cat-like girl? That he didn't see coming.

He wasn't really sure if you weren't only wearing the accessories at first. (Was shocked when he found out that the tail and cat ears are actually real 💀)

Don't blame him (or do), but he just has this.. ick towards these creatures. (Bro's getting flashbacks)

He only sees you as his personal weapon. That's until he falls in love with you~ ;)

I would say that your dynamic is kinda like one-sided rivalry. He sees you as a rival, but you see him as a friend. 💀

You're oh so sweet to him, even though he threatened to kill you multiple times. (Bro's shocked)

Couldn't get over the fact that you managed to somehow make your way through his cold soul.

He's warming up to you, but slowly.

Still doesn't understand how it's possible to have two sets of ears. One being animals and the other being humans.

He would never admit it, but he likes when you're purring from his touch.

Dust:

Dust doesn't see the problem with you having cat-like features.

He's used to seeing (and killing) all kinds of monsters. So this isn't the weirdest shit to him.

He's the one that likes to pet you the most. His hand is almost always resting on your back, rubbing soft circles on it.

He's giving you lots of treats too, which you appreciate.

He also doesn't really understand how having two different kinds of ears work, but wants to find out.

He goes on full mission, observing you, writing down everything about you. It's getting kinda ridiculous now.

He thinks that your excessive kindness is a weakness for you.. wants you to toughen up a little, even encouraging you! (He just wants to make sure that you'll be ok when the time comes)

Killer:

Bro's squealing and everything. He loves cats, so he almost combusted when he first saw you.

I swear, his first words were literally just him saying that you belong to him now. As a pet cat, of course. Nothing else. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Everybody thinks that his obsession with you is really fucking weird.. he just like to follow you around most of the time. 😭

Likes to touch your fluffy ears and tail. (Heavy on the ears)

Bro can't keep his hands to himself. Always touching you and shit. (Of course not without your permission!)

Lives for your purring.

Also carries around treats for you, but his are less healthy for you than Dust's.

Please let him groom you! He would've loved to brush your ears/hair!!

Horror:

He thinks that you're fragile, and doesn't want to touch you for awhile.

Look, his hands are...rough. (As rough as a skeleton's hands can be) so he wants to avoid any sort of intimacy with you, until he knows you'll be ok.

After he does though... He also can't keep his hands off of you.

Loves your overall fluffiness! Can't get enough of it!

He likes to carry you on his shoulders. Gives him the reassurance that you're still intact.

He likes to fall asleep on the couch with you on top of him. Loves your purring, and even more so loves to fall asleep by the sound of it!

If you get together, and you get a bit risky with him.. he loves to pull your tail. 🤭

He likes your kindness, just thinks that sometimes, it's a bit too much.

He doesn't wanna change who you are, so all he does is just step up for you whenever you're too sweet to someone who doesn't deserve it.

Error:

He also likes cats, so he's dying to pet you, but again-- his Haphephobia. 😭

He's just silently watching as your tail moves back and forth, while slowly dying on the inside. (Just cause he can't touch it)

I feel like.. after you get closer to him, that his Haphephobia would slowly go away with you, and he would actually ASK you if he can touch you.

Look, he has the most respect towards privacy and intimacy, so he's probably the only one that actually ASKS YOU before touching you. (Horror also asks you beforehand, so he's an exception for this comment) He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :(

He loves to wrap his strings around your tail and just tighten its hold on it a bit. (Only if you're ok with that, of course.)

Also falls asleep to your purring, it just has this melody..

Carries around treats for you ;)

Laughs whenever you're too kind to someone, even him! He doesn't think he deserves your kindness, and also thinks that you're a little too naive... But he isn't gonna stop you 🤷‍♀️

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #error sans x reader #horror sans x reader

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storiesbyrhi · 9 months

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: The timeline narrows and questions begin to find answers. 2777 words.

Notes: Thank you to @toomanyacorns and @courtingchaos for help with this chapter.

1986

As the sun set and what was left of Hawkins retired for the night, your eyes fluttered open under the watchful gaze of Eddie. He hadn’t spent the day in bed next to you; he drifted throughout the trailer, avoiding patches of sunlight while he taught himself about the modern world.

The refrigerator was a marvel. And the stove. He’d watched you use it to make water boil so quickly. It all had such wonderful implications. He could keep blood cool and consumable, then warm it up to body temperature.

He played with running water and used it to clean. It didn’t feel natural for him; he wondered if perhaps he had been someone of great wealth and importance before the hex, for he had apparently never learnt how to complete a basic chore.

Eddie wanted to help though. He opened the washing machine that lived next to the fridge, but realised that there was nowhere to hang the clothes you’d shoved in there. It took his hyper speed hands only minutes to braid string into a thin rope strong enough to hold weight. He twisted the fabrics over the sink, then hung them over the washing line he’d strung up like fairy lights in the lounge room. Eddie was pleased with his work and hoped the string wasn’t magical and important in any way.

When there was nothing left to do, he returned to the dark bedroom and took his place beside you. He thought about your murder board mind. He had questions of his own.

…

Questions of a recently unhexed vampire

Who was I before the bat?

Who cursed me and why? - Theory: I was cursed before the witches discovered the means to kill vampires. The cursed transfiguration was simply a method to render me inoffensive. - Probability demands the conclusion that it was this witch’s coven who cast the hex.

Why do I not feel compelled to act in a way which is in accordance to what I believe to be innately vampire behaviour? - Theory: I have simply forgotten and my senses will return to me. - Do I want my senses to return to me, restoring typical vampire behaviour?

Have I known this witch before I was the bat? - I feel I have known her all my life.

Why has she acted in a way which is not in accordance to what I believe to be innately witch behaviour?

Why have I not abandoned her?

How can this end in any way other than grimly? - Theory: It cannot, and yet I will not deviate from this path as lit by the witch.

…

“Good evening,” Eddie said as you woke.

You had slept through the entire day. Would your body adjust to this new nocturnal routine? Groaning, you sat up and looked around with messy bedhead and a dazed expression on your face.

“Hi,” you croaked.

“You slept deeply,”

“Yeah… Needed it.”

Eddie followed your lead, sitting next to you with his back against the wall. With legs stretched out in front of you both, you sat in the quiet for a moment.

“Can you hear it too?” you asked him.

“The silence? Where he once was?”

Nodding, you looked at him. “I wonder if it will stay like this. Or if Hawkins really is cursed. The history of this land is drenched in blood. Maybe that’s its legacy.”

Eddie hoped that a blood drenched history didn’t forsake something’s future. “I was thinking,” he changed the subject. “While you were asleep,”

“Uh-oh,” you sang.

He smiled softly. “I remember destruction. Fields ablaze. Unnatural sounds. Before Hawkins,”

“Okay, good. Let’s figure it out then.” You sat up straight, brought your legs in to fold beneath you. “There are key points in history. If you remember them, then we can get an estimate of when you were cursed… We already know you predate 1843. But the land had already been taken from Native Americans, right? It had been colonised,”

“Yes,” Eddie answered.

“So, we’re somewhere between 1680 and 1843… That’s still like,” you paused to do the math. “163 years… Fuck.”

Eddie filed through his bat memories. It occurred to him then. “I would have been here, like that, the last time you were here,”

“That’s… strange to think about… Um. Okay, so in 1680 a comet lit up the sky. It was visible in the daytime. Do you remember that?”

“No,”

“Alright… So, let’s jump forward. War. You would have seen that. Mid 1750s, the French went to war with the British Empire. Both sides had support from different Native American groups. We didn’t side with either, just offered aid to the injured. It ended in 1763, officially.”

Eddie frowned and shook his head.

“No? So… We’re down to 80 years. This is good. I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner,”

“Vecna, I imagine,” Eddie quipped.

“Yeah. Right,” you agreed, wriggling on the spot a little. Eddie could tell you’d locked onto this date finding project. Your eyes were bright and you were speaking fast. “After the war, jump a few decades and Indiana becomes part of the U.S. That’s when it would have started to look different…” It was a desperate time, you remembered. Trees began to be cut down on mass. The Native Americans were increasingly being displaced by violent and vicious methods. The coven had remained focus on the flatlands; they tried to preserve a small piece of goodness in a rapidly changing world.

“In 179… 1? 2? The humans began to dig out space for a lake. The ground was hard. The trees’ roots ran deep and it made everything difficult,”

“The heart shaped lake? I don’t remember a time before it.”

You bounced on the spot. “Yes! The lake took decades and, in the end, we had to intervene. The humans were killing themselves and their technology had not advanced enough to help. Eddie, that puts you in 1830. You had to be hexed sometime between then and 1843, if we’re right about why you were hexed instead of killed,”

“And if we’re not?”

“I don’t know why else a witch would do it. The hex would have taken so much magic. Maybe even more than one witch cast it… Transformation is not something we routinely do. It can go wrong. It can be cruel. It’s just not… normal.”

Eddie nodded. “Well, are you comforted by this conclusion? One item less on your list of questions?”

“Yeah… But more than that, it means I know where to look for more answers. If you were hexed by a witch here between 1830 and 1843, it means you were hexed by someone in my coven.”

Eddie had already played with the idea in his mind, ultimately deciding it was more than likely. Somehow, you hadn’t. Had it been somewhere deep in your subconscious, unwilling to give itself a voice? Or, despite your many lifetimes on Earth, had you been naïve?

Eddie braved asking the next obvious question. “But you did not hear of a vampire being caught and hexed? Not one witch spoke of something so rare?”

The forest gate. The image of it flashed behind your eyelids. The feeling that you were the one to build it, but no memory to lend credence to that. No memory of a vampire cursed to a bat form.

Like he could see it on your face, Eddie shook his head and said, “You cannot ask them. If you do, they will know that you know. And what becomes of both you and I then?”

“I know. It’s just…”

“I do not like it either. If we are our memories and they have been toyed with… Who are we?”

You would have been able to define yourself a month ago. Now, you weren’t so sure. “I think I might be a bad witch,” you whispered, unsure where the words came from. “Not bad as in evil… As in… wrong, in some way. Not how I naturally should be.”

He looked almost human for a second. His lips were pink and his hair was soft. Eyes shining, the bedroom light reflected in them. Then, he smiled. Teeth. “If you’re a bad witch, I’m worse vampire.”

…

1836

Before she was Kelsey, she was Fern. Your best friend. Your clever best friend that knew you had been sneaking away into the dark night for almost a year, timing well with the first whispers of vampires in the flatlands. When the colony attacked, so ended your secret rendezvous. Although the conclusion she had drawn terrified her, Fern trusted you unconditionally.

Her trust in you meant when she saw your aunt and mother capture a vampire wearing one of your woven leather bracelets in the dead of night, her blood ran cold.

“Amabel! Amabel! Wake up!” she hissed, pulling you from your bed. You felt groggy, your heart consumed with the grief of losing Eddie. “There is no time to explain. But you must come.”

Barefoot, you let Fern pull you to where Penelope was working. Quietly, you and Fern went around the back of the small hut on the outskirts of the village, peering through a window.

The three witches inside were standing around a figure slumped on the ground. They had witchfire at the ready and were talking in hushed whispers.

“Is that your… your…” Fern couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Eddie,” you gasped. You looked at Fern with abject terror on your face. “He’s not… He’s not like them. I have to-”

“Wait!” Fern hissed, pulling you back down before you could do anything rash. “Do you understand the gravity of what you have done? This is more than excommunication, Amabel. This is… This… There are no words for this is!”

You saw she was just as terrified as you. You nodded slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I know. I know of the disgrace and the betrayal. I wish I understood myself better… Go home, Fern. Save yourself from this mess.”

Fern watched you disappear around the side of the hut. She couldn’t bring herself to leave you alone, but she couldn’t watch through the window anymore either, scared of seeing what would happen to you. Sitting in the dirt, Fern listened as you made yourself known.

“Amabel,” Sally said. “This does not concern you. Go-”

“It does. He does.”

The witches looked from the vampire to you. It took only a second for all the pieces to clink into place. Your wandering mind. Frequent absences. Disinterest in the search for a vampire death cure. How did they not see it before? They failed as coven leaders. As sisters. As family. The witchfire died in your mother’s hands as she noticed Eddie’s bracelet for the first time. She made a pained gasping sound and stumbled backward.

Eddie’s eyes met yours. His expression made your stomach churn. You knew he’d gone willingly with them; he would not have hurt them.

“He is not like the others,” you stated clearly.

“There are no exceptions, Amabel,” Penelope replied.

“Do you think it is this easy to capture a vampire? It is night out. You have no magic death. You have not burned him with witchfire. Why would he be so compliant? How do you think you have managed this?”

The women looked at each other, shame washing over them. They had been complacent. Perhaps ego had shadowed caution. At any rate, they had lost the upper hand and were all at once afraid of the vampire again.

Your aunt’s fire grew in preparation for an attack.

“Stop!” you screamed, launching yourself to cover Eddie. He remained on the floor, crumpled into himself behind your legs. “You cannot hurt him. He is not a threat to any of us,”

“Mistakes have been made,” Sally tired. “On both your part and ours. But a vampire is always a threat. Whatever wickedness he has been spilling into you, whatever lies, you must overcome,”

“The only lie of which I hold him accountable was the promise he would leave this place. That he would go safely into the night, abandon the colony, and let us do our work.” You turned to Eddie and held a hand out. The ties that bound him came off easily, like he’d been the one holding them there in the first place. He stood and apologised through expression alone. “Why are you still here?” you demanded of him.

“I intended to leave, as I promised. I couldn’t… I…”

“You stupid, stupid vampire,”

“Amabel!” Gillian’s booming voice. “If the coven learns of what you have done…”

“They can’t know. We must protect her,” Sally interjected.

“And if we do? And other covens learn of that? Dissemination… This could be all of our undoing,” Penelope warned. “Time cannot be turned back. What damage has been wrought can only be mitigated by what we do now,”

“Fern, who has also not heeded your plea to leave, was right. Witches have been excommunicated for less,” Gillian said. “Show yourself, Fern.”

Stupid, stupid witch, you thought.

Although Eddie was outnumbered, five witches to his one vampire, and he was the only thing in the room capable of killing the others, he knew doom when he felt it. He could run. They would never catch him. What would they do with you though?

“One dead witch could be explained away. But not two,” Penelope said, narrowing her gaze on Fern.

Your reaction was stoic, like your aunt's. Fern’s eyes grew wide and Sally audibly gasped. Eddie prickled behind you at the threat to your life.

“You would ask filicide of me?” your mother whispered.

“The coven has asked worse of you. And you have answered that call. She has knowingly, willingly, joyfully crossed boundaries we don’t dare to speak of. What reflection can she see? What punishment is just? What role must we play to heal this damage?”

“Penelope is right,” Gillian said, voice free from the righteousness Penelope’s held. “We must decide and act out this reckoning tonight.”

The left, binding you, Eddie, and Fern to the hut with temporary magic.

You turned first to your friend. “Why didn’t you leave?!” you hissed in a whisper.

“Me? I do not think you are in any position to demand reason from me… Besides… They would have simply come for me. Clearly they knew I was there.”

You nodded, and Fern watched you bite back tears. Eddie moved closer to you, pushing against you to try to provide comfort.

Like she was suddenly aware of him, Fern looked Eddie up and down. “So… Amabel… Where are your manners?”

The two exchanged hesitant nods, and Fern explained how she had put together the pieces of the puzzle. How she guessed the unguessable. She’d always known you best.

When twenty minutes or so had gone by, you and Fern sat on the straw covered floor. Eddie paced circles around the hut, glancing out the windows. In their company, the two people who you loved most in the world, you had it in you to have hope.

In the forest, the witches stood and discussed your fate.

“Do not act so pious now, Sally. If it were anyone else’s daughter you would have accepted death as reasonable,”

“Stop,” Gillian warned before her sister could say anything. “It doesn’t matter. There will be no death tonight. With vampires in the flatlands, we will need as many of us as possible,”

“We agree on his fate. A subject to find a method to kill them?” Penelope stated more than asked. The others nodded.

“Amabel will fight it,” Sally said.

“We will give her no option,”

“Does her judgement bear some consideration? She has no reason to trust a vampire. Yet, she does. What if she is right about him. What if there is another use for him?”

“Sally, your mind is clouded. There is no such thing as a vampire spy,” Gillian almost laughed.

“Whatever he is, we did not think that could be…”

“No. Amabel’s judgement does not receive consideration. Any appearance of humanity in the creature is a trick and nothing more. We bind him by night, burn him in sunlight by day, until we can find a way to destroy them,” Penelope said with such finality that Sally resigned to it.

“And of the girls?” Gillian asked.

“This must be stripped from them. There cannot be a shadow of doubt about the evil of vampire when this war begins in earnest. We bind the vampire until his death. We take Amabel and Fern’s memory of all of this. They will not recognise his face.”

End Note: If you are wondering why this update came so late, it is because I got mega inspired by some horror I was reading, then wrote To Break a Covenant. If you haven't read it yet, I'd love for you to give it a go. Heed the tags/warnings though.

I am still taking ideas/requests for 1986 things Eddie can learn about now that Vecna is gone and they have some time on their hands.

As always, thank you for reading! xo Rhi

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heliads · 1 year

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Kai Parker x male reader — them being a absolute power couple ? 🥹

yes yes please let me write for tvd

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Mystic Falls is a wonderful place to ruin a few lives. Not yours, of course. You’ve done your time of suffering, taken your turn for hating who you are and what you’ve become. The only thing you want to do now is get your revenge and have fun while doing it.

Now that is something Mystic Falls can do indeed. It’s an old town, full of older vampires who like nothing more than sitting back and watching the young ones take the fall for all the things they couldn’t do. The Salvatores tend to bother you, what with their time-honored tradition of letting their actions be decided by something as fallible as a conscience, but you’ve long since outgrown that.

Consciences don’t get to exist in a world like this, that’s something Stefan Salvatore will never understand. You knew that from the first day you met him. Any vampire worth his salt would never try the small woodland animal method of getting blood if they could do anything else. If he wanted to pretend he was a good person, he could kill criminals and whatnot. It would at least let him maintain his hero’s ego.

You understand why he wants to pretend he’s better than he is, though. It is wonderfully tantalizing to let yourself believe that you’re so much better than any of the other bloodsucking monsters around you. You spent enough years catering to guilt, that pathetic voice in the back of your head, but you’re done with that now.

No, you could never agree with Stefan for long. Damon had caught your interest for a while longer– there, at least, was someone who could mangle and maim with the best of them, but even the black sheep of the vampire family softened up over time. That’s what love does, you suppose, especially when you fall in love with someone as self-sacrificial as Elena Gilbert.

Damon was fun, though, especially at the start. You arrived in Mystic Falls a few months before Damon, which gave you more than enough time to get to know him before he started slipping. While Stefan and Elena were running themselves ragged trying to contain Damon before he went on another killing spree, you were out drinking people dry with him every other night.

It was good, that beginning. You’ve been a vampire for decades, more than enough time to accept your place in a never ending life, so you’re perfectly content to sit back and relax as the Gilbert-Salvatore circle continually gets themselves into trouble. If you’re ever bored, you can always count on one of them showing up at your door to beg for help.

They try not to, of course. Every time you have to save the day, they swear over and over that it’ll never happen again, that this is only a last resort, a bloody and dangerous Hail Mary they’ll never touch in a thousand years. These ends of days seem to happen at least every few months, though, so you keep in touch.

You still deliberate over an exact label to place on your relationship with the Salvatores, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, and the rest. You’re not friends, not really, not when they’re evidently so horrified by your lack of inhibitions regarding murder (hey, if it passes the time…) but they’ve saved your life at least half as often as you save them, so that counts for something. When they’re willing to ignore a few crimes here and there, the lot of you have a good time when you’re out saving the day.

The problems come about when it comes to motive. The Mystic Falls crew have good hearts, even if they (read: Damon) like to pretend otherwise most of the time. Although they’ve all had a bad spell at least once in their lives, they try to follow the rules if they can help it.

You, though? You’ve lived enough lives to give up on such bothersome tactics. So what if you get bored every now and then, go out to some town in the middle of nowhere and drain a few bodies worth of blood? So long as they live, they’ll be fine, and even if you lose one or two out of excitement, it’s not like they’ll be missed. You only ever attack the criminals, the lowlives, the assholes who hurt others. Call that justice, call it what you will. It’s worked for you for decades, and it’ll go on working until pretty much forever.

Now that you think about it, there’s definitely at least one thing that separates the Mystic Falls friends from ever fully trusting you, and that would have to do with your boyfriend. See, you’ve already spoken on love, and how little you wanted it. Being a vampire tends to put such an idea on hold. Sure, you’ll flirt when you feel like it, but every relationship is underscored by the lingering knowledge that it won’t last forever, because you will.

What’s worth the trouble of changing your whole outlook on life for someone who’ll be gone in what feels like the blink of an eye? You like this existence of yours far too much to lose it over someone like a human.

It should have come as no surprise, then, that were you to fall in love with anybody, that lucky person would be someone like you. Still, you don’t think anyone expected you to get with Kai Parker of all people.

Certainly not you. Not at first, at least. You were minding your own business when Bonnie knocked frantically on your door, begging for help in taking down Kai. You were the only one who knew how he thought, she said. Not even Damon was that dramatic or crazed. You thanked her for her kindness, then set out to kill Kai. Easy as that.

You didn’t kill Kai, though. He didn’t need to die. Bonnie specified that he shouldn’t be a threat at the end of all this, so you stopped when he wasn’t. Sure, you were definitely supposed to kill him, but by the time you got close enough to have that opportunity, you were enjoying yourself too much to commit the murder. You expressed your regret over what should have been a satisfying kill, and instead of getting weirded out, Kai just nodded and said he felt the same way.

Bonnie would have lost her mind had you just allowed Kai to wander Mystic Falls free, so you offered Kai a different option: namely, the chance to wander the rest of the country on a murder/mayhem spree and come back in a few months once all the hubbub over his arrival died down. He said it sounded like a good plan to him, so the two of you set off.

Important note for vampires: if you’re going to find yourself a road trip partner, make sure you pick one who’s just as down with murder as you are. You made that mistake once before. That whole circle in Mystic Falls had to drive over to a down a few hours away to track someone down. You’d volunteered to take Matt Donovan. Talk about a buzzkill– every time you so much as snapped your fangs at somebody, he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel.

Kai’s much more fun than that, though. Although he is rather prone to complaining about how much popular music has gone downhill since the nineties, Kai’s running commentary on anything and everything he sees makes for excellent entertainment. Before you know it, you’re chuckling under your breath at his one-liners, then laughing wholeheartedly at some of the better ones.

There are plenty of nights when you think he might be your best friend, and then, as the weeks turn into months and neither of you seem to want to leave the road, when you think he might be more. Kai is the only person who understands the way your mind works, why you’ve given up on treating the world like good actions are ever rewarded with anything but more pain. He doesn’t force you to start loving the world again, he just makes you want to keep being in it.

That’s worth more than you expected. You didn’t realize how jilted you’d grown until you had a standard to compare your attitude against. Kai doesn’t hate the world, he laughs at it. It’s better than screaming. You learn to laugh too. You learn a lot.

Kai teaches you one final lesson, however, and that is what it is like to love. You haven’t felt something like this, something as strong as this, in quite a long time. You almost forgot that an emotion could hit you this hard, but it does. Even Kai, who has skillfully trained himself out of feeling anything, starts second-guessing his words in an effort to make you laugh as much as possible. You can hear his heart rate jumping, the beats skipping over themselves every time you’re around.

It takes the two of you a while to recognize what you’re feeling, and believe in it enough to finally vocalize it, but once you do, it’s as if the entire world becomes that much better. At long last, you’ve got someone by your side who’d kill for you, both for life-saving necessity and the thrill of it. At last, you have someone who doesn’t try to change you. Kai has the mind of a monster, you have the body of one. It all works out perfectly.

You still laugh when you think about the reaction you got when you and Kai rolled back up to Mystic Falls after your extended road trip. You’re half sure that the rest thought you two were dead, but no; you’re back and as bad as ever, if not worse. The two of you had barely moved in before the Salvatores, Bonnie, Elena, and Caroline took it upon themselves to visit and attempt to rectify whatever was going on.

Damon took one look at the two of you in your shared house and looked as if he wanted to stab a stake through his heart to save himself any future trouble. “Why is it that the two most insane men I’ve ever met had to fall in love? I feel like you’re going to slaughter all of us for a fun honeymoon.”

“That’s a good idea,” Kai begins, lingering over the TV remote somewhere behind you.

Stefan and Caroline turn in unison to glare at him. “Don’t even,” the younger Salvatore begins.

Kai just chuckles. “Hey, if you don’t want me to think about fun stuff, don’t bring it up.”

Bonnie groans. “I don’t understand how you can stay with him, Y/N. You know what he did.”

“You know what I’ve done,” you remark casually, “tell me, is it really such a surprise?”

Stefan pinches the bridge of his nose, trying unsuccessfully to ward off an oncoming headache. “This is ridiculous. We should have just killed Kai when we had the chance. Hell, we still have a chance.”

You stand up straighter, daring them to try. “If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I will slaughter all of you with a fury unlike anything you have ever known. You thought you were scared to be around me when I was fighting on your side? Trust me, I’ll stop pulling my punches if you cross us. The streets will run with your blood.”

The group swallows uneasily, doing their best to seem as if they aren’t unnerved by that threat.

Kai, meanwhile, just grins proudly. “I love that. Total power couple moment, am I right?”

Damon grimaces. “I need a drink. Heading back to our place, if anyone wants a shot, come around.”

Caroline swats him on the shoulder. “Hey, you can’t give up that fast.”

Damon just rolls his eyes. “Come on, we all knew the intervention wasn’t going to work. Might as well cut our losses so we don’t have to see them making heart eyes at each other anymore. It’s unsettling, frankly, given how willing they are to murder us if we get in the way.”

The rest seem to accept that, so they drift out in twos and threes. Kai watches them go, then shrugs. “If that was the welcome wagon, I think that went pretty well. That wasn’t everyone who knows about vampires though, right? Say, I think I really want to meet that Donovan guy.”

You shudder. “No, you don’t. Let’s save that fun for a rainy day.”

Kai grins proudly and walks over to where you stand. “That sounds good to me. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

So you do. That, at least, is a very good sign.

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Him and I

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Daryl and his wife get separated at the fall of the prison but both manage to escape with another member of their crowd. After the reader and Glenn find Abraham and their group, almost after accepting they'll never find the rest of their families, they stumble in to Terminus. Will they be reunited or will the current state of the world impede them once more?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, violence, swearing, mentions of loss, feeling of anxiety/dread.

A/n: This fic is directly based on a request (that tumblr ate) by @bringinsexybackk69! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get back to this, it's honestly just been so hard for me to write things that aren't blurbs and with the lack of TWD content, it's been dry over here. Thank you for your patience, I adore you! This is not entirely canon since my memory is faulty and I can't currently watch TWD so I'm going off of vibes and vague memory.

When we got to the prison, we thought it was going to be the end all, the place we could stay for as long as we chose to live, where we would raise children, form new bonds and relationships, just overall be safe and enjoy life.

But we thought the same thing about the farm and we all know what happened to that dream.

When the prison fell, I assumed that I would never see any of my family again, my closest friends, my husband. I woke up, alone, on the floor of the prison after Daryl shoved me in a cell and told me to stay put. It took nearly an hour for me to fight my way through walkers to get out into the air and that's when I saw the tanks and Hershel.

My heart broke.

When I found Glenn, I had a little bit of hope that we'd find people the longer we looked around the prison but the longer we looked, the less we found and the more dangerous it got. We were trapped and we couldn't wait around for people to show up. So we left.

"Glenn, where would Maggie go? If something happened, where would she go?" I ask Glenn frantically as we walk side by side, gun by gun, down the rural gravel path, my feet kicking frustratedly at stones with every step we take.

"I don't know, Y/n. We never thought we'd ever be away from each other ever again." Glenn is more frustrated than I am, jaw tense and fists clenched at his side. Without us, I'm convinced he wouldn't last, he's so emotional and gets so easily frustrated whereas I am the opposite.

Cool as a cucumber.

Just like Daryl taught me.

Daryl and I met at the farm.

I stumbled, quite literally, upon them with my arm bit and my whole body sore from carrying my own weight at least a mile or two. I'd say that our first impressions were kind and that we fell in love at first sight but it wasn't and we didn't. He, with the assistance of Hershel, chopped my arm off to prevent the infection from spreading and inevitably saved my life.

We were all shocked to see that it worked.

Daryl would take care of me, bring me things from the forest like little flowers that he claimed to remind him so much of me even though he'd joke that I'm nothing like a flower. He'd bring me food while I was resting in bed, he'd offer to take me on walks- overall, he was an angel and it was hard not to fall in love with him.

He'd tell you that he fell in love with me when I nearly fell in the well three weeks after my amputation.

Don't ask.

We were inseparable from then on in. He was my right hand man (pun so much intended) and he taught me everything I needed to know. I learned how to hunt with one hand, cook, skin animals, fend for myself because he always wanted me to feel and be capable if anything were to ever happen to him.

He's the most selfless, kind hearted, protective man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

When the farm was overtaken by walkers and we had to run, it was the first thing to really test mine and Daryl's relationship but also to test my lack of two arms. It was difficult for me to keep up and it was even more frustrating for Daryl to take care of me while saving the asses of everyone else.

"Are you good?" Daryl asks me, spinning around on his bike to look back at me with a worried expression, brows tugged firmly together in fear. He checks me out once, doing a once over to make sure I'm a-okay and when I nod, he loosens up a bit.

"I'm okay. Just a little spooked." I'm trembling like a leaf against him and he finally steps off his bike and moves to wrap his arms around me without another word.

He holds me tightly to his chest, cradling my head as softly as he can as tears flow freely from my eyes, my arm aching in a phantom pain from all the stress of wishing I was more capable, wishing Daryl didn't need to take care of and comfort me all the time.

"I got you, okay? I'm here."

When we found the rest of the group and found the prison, it was like we were drawn to it. We had to clear it out, we had to make it our own, make it safe. We had a baby on the way, Lori was nearly due and with the loss of a few of our people, we needed to regroup and have a place where we could just be.

But it fell, it went to hell, like everywhere else had since the world fell.

When we Glenn and I escaped, it wasn't exactly a match made in Heaven. We weren't the most compatible to work together, always bickering and fighting over the stupidest shit and ruining plans, just like siblings.

But after days and days of walking and arguing, we found Abraham and it was as if everything just got better. It was no longer the two of us and, after all those years of not seeing him, it was strangely nice to be reunited with him on the road.

"Abe?" The ginger's head snaps around at my voice, turning away from his two friends with wide eyes, gaze locking on mine as I grin ridiculously, my feet carrying me towards him without another word.

"Well holy shit, where did you come from?" He chuckles heartily and I feel tears springing behind the lids of my eyes. "I missed you, kid."

Abraham and I were stationed together in the Middle East for too long, learning the ins and outs of each other and becoming true best friends. When we went home, we kept in touch but when the world fell, we became a background thought in each other's minds.

So the fact that we found each other, a state away from where we grew up, it's still remarkable to this day.

Glenn and I felt better once we were with a group of people, especially since we were genuinely going to kill each other had we been stuck, just the two of us, for any longer. It was nice to meet Rosita and get to know her interesting relationship with my old friend, their oddly sexual relationship keeping the rest of us up in the middle of the night.

It made me miss Daryl, meeting all these new people- I had no one to judge people with. Glenn was no fun and always played devil's advocate and Abraham was who I wanted to judge. Daryl would've gladly sat with me and made me laugh while pointing out Rosita and Abraham's obnoxious issues with PDA or making fun of Eugene's mannerisms and nerves around Rosita.

It was alienating, how much I missed him.

My other half.

"Glenn, I don't know why you think Maggie would go to some random, probably overran 'survivalist' camp. But I think we have a better bet just wandering around looking for them." Abraham looks at me with a funny look, reaching out to shove at my shoulder as an attempt to get me to lay off Glenn but I just shake my head. I lean over Glenn's shoulder, looking at the ominous note that 'Maggie' left him and I can see the hope written on Glenn's face.

"I just have a feeling, you have to go with me on this." Glenn spins around on his heels, holding the note up in his hands with a stern, hopeful smile. "She left me a damn note, Y/n." I look back at Abraham, Rosita and Eugene and they all give me a simple shrug which forces a complaint sigh out of me.

"What you say goes."

Terminus obviously was not what we thought it was, tossed into train cars like animals and expected to turn over our weapons. Abraham called bullshit first, not daring to turn in his weapon before asking a few more questions but it was those few more questions that got us thrown into our makeshift jail in the first place.

I had accepted at that point that I would never see him ever again, that Daryl and I would never be reunited and never spend the rest of our lives together like we so desperately wanted to.

But when he stumbled into the train car two days later to my surprise, eyes falling on me and arms immediately tossing around me, it was shocking. I didn’t even think that he was real, the way his arms felt around me, after days of not having him near me- it was an out of body experience.

“Are you really here?” I ask, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto the back of his shirt as if he’ll vanish from my grasp if I let him go even the slightest bit. He clings to me the same, hoisting me up into the air as I spot Abraham watching us with a proud smile on his lips that makes my stomach flutter with happy butterflies.

“I’m really here.” He whispers, rubbing my back soothingly as he sets me back down onto the floor, looking down at me with kind, protective eyes. “Fuck, I missed you.” His hands reach up, cupping my cheeks in his hands, ignoring the looks that everyone else in the car is giving us. “Where have you been?” He asks, finally taking a look around at the people around us with a relieved breath.

“With Glenn.” I huff, seeing Glenn, who has his arm around a relieved Maggie, sends me the finger from across the trai car.

“I’m so sorry.” Daryl mutters with a laugh, wrapping his arms around me again, tugging me to his chest with the plan of never letting me go.

“Never leave me alone again.”

"What're you thinkin' about?" Daryl’s voice snaps me out of my memories, my head turning to look at him as he sets a hand on my shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. "I can see the smoke comin' out of your ears." He teases with a wink, sitting down beside me on the log that I’ve plopped on and I lean into him, letting him wrap an arm around my shoulders.

"Thinking about when the prison fell. When we were apart."

"Why the hell're you thinking about that?" He asks, brows furrowing and a look of worry passes across his expression as he tugs me back into him, clinging to me once more just like the day that he found me. "Worst days of my life."

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