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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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We’re Just Friends

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Umm… Friends to lovers? Smut!

A/N: New Fic!

We’re Just Friends

Timothée and y/n had been friends since they were 10 years old. They knew nothing else but each other, they could spot each other from opposite ends of the school yard.

She could find him in a room full of people.

The point is they were close. Closer than siblings, except when they argued it wasn’t like siblings would argue, and it never lasted very long.

Y/n and her friends were getting ready for a party at her apartment, she was trying on dresses in her walk in wardrobe while one of her friends, Daisy was telling her about this guy she had met at one of her mom’s dinner parties.

‘He has a younger brother y/n, I could set you up?’

‘Y/n doesn’t go for the business type, they bore her to death.’

She heard Timmy step into her bedroom and smiled knowing her friends would be rolling their eyes.

‘Timmy, come and help me with this dress please? The zip is stuck again!’

Timmy sighed and opened the doors to the walk in and saw the dress she was wearing, the one with zip on the front ‘Why are you wearing this dress? You know the zip always catches?’

‘Because it’s a nice dress and it’s sparkly.’ She smiles at him as he slides down the zip slowly trying not to catch it again.

She stripped herself of the dress and hung it up before walking over to get something else.

She was walking around in her underwear in front of Timmy and though they were used to their odd behaviour this was new.

Y/n never stripped in front of anyone let alone walking around in her underwear. She didn’t even get undressed in front of her own mother, but here she was walking around half naked in front of her only guy friend.

‘Okay I need to go. As much as I would love to stay for your fashion show I have to get ready.’

Y/n frowned ‘Where you going?’

‘I’m going to be at that party tonight. My sister was invited so I’m going with her.’

Y/n smiled widely and jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, ‘YOURE GOING TOO????’

He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and nodded. ‘Yes I’m going too. So I will see you there.’

She let him go, smiling and kissed his cheek before he buried his face in her neck swaying with her before letting her go ‘Get dressed before you catch a chill.’

She turned and squealed as he slapped her ass and turned round to smack his chest scolding him ‘Timmy. Go!’

He smirked as she clicked her tongue and walked out the door while her friends were whispering to each other glancing at them.

‘Y/n why haven’t you and Timmy gotten together?’

‘We’re just friends, and he’s with Stephanie now.’

‘Timmy doesn’t act like that with Stephanie.’ Daisy said raising her eyebrow.

‘In fact I don’t think he’s even touched her in that way.’

Y/n’s head snapped up looking over at her friend ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean Stephanie has been complaining that Timmy still hasn’t slept with her. They’ve been going out for weeks!’

‘That’s impossible.’ Y/n shook her head and went into the bathroom to begin her makeup.

Later after her friends left to get ready themselves y/n heard the door open and close and footsteps come toward her room

‘Timmy?’ She called from the bathroom ‘Is that you?’

‘Yeah, sorry. I know I said we’d meet at the party but can I just arrive with you?’ He came into the bathroom and leaned against the door watching her as she nodded in confirmation.

‘Of course. What’s wrong?’ She asked buttoning her dress jeans and walking over to him.

‘Stephanie found out I’m going to the party after I told her I wasn’t going. Now she wants to go with me, but I already said I was escorting my sister. But Pauline is going with someone else so she doesn’t need me to escort her.’

‘Now Stephanie is pissed because you won’t take her.’ Timmy nodded resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back as he lay his head against her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

‘Why haven’t you slept with Stephanie yet?’ Y/n asked against his shoulder.

‘It doesn’t seem like the right time.’

He mumbled back, his voice muffled against her skin. ‘You smell good.’

She smiled playing with the curls at his neck.

‘Thank you, it’s cinnamon scented lotion.’

He moved his head, sliding his hand to hold the back of her neck and bit down sucking hard.

‘Ow! Not edible lotion you freak!’ She shoved him playfully, letting him hit the wall as she looked at her neck in the mirror and glared back at his smirking face ‘Im telling everyone you’re a vampire and you tried to eat me!’

He continued to smirk as she grabbed her jacket and bag walking out with him. ‘Come on.’

He followed obediently and walked down to the cab she had ordered in advance and told him to get in with her ignoring his insistence he could walk ‘Timmy get in, you’re not walking anywhere, it’s New York and it’s freezing.’

‘Fine!’ He slid in beside her and they made their way to the party together.

Halfway there she grabbed his phone and got some pics together in the cab and even got a cheeky one of her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

He posted one to his social media captioning it “Party time with bestie” and tagged her.

When they reached their destination they paid the driver and quickly got inside when it began to rain. Neither of them considered Stephanie would be attending so Timmy stayed by y/n’s side during the party.

Some of the older guests assumed they were a couple but they always denied it saying they were just friends and they grew up together.

Stephanie arrived an hour after them and sought out Timmy and found him getting cosy with y/n with his arm around her waist nuzzling her neck.

Y/n saw her entering the party and nudged Timmy pointing to his girlfriend and y/n heard him sigh against her neck and she patted his back ‘Go. Now.’ He left with a peck on her neck and she sighed as he approached Stephanie and watched the way he held her and kissed her in greeting.

Her friends were right, Timmy was completely different with Stephanie than he was with her. It was as if he was touching something nasty, y/n knew from just watching them he didn’t like touching her. Wether they were like this in private, she didn’t know. But this interaction was painful to watch.

She watched as they left the room to go out into the garden so y/n decided to subtly follow them when she was stopped by Daisy and some guy.

‘Y/n this is Tanner, Andy’s younger brother who I was telling you about.’

‘Oh hello, it’s not a good time right now. We’ll catch up later Daisy.’

She walked off sighing. She knew she had just been rude but she had to check on Timmy.

Y/n walked out into the garden and heard someone arguing as if they were trying to keep their voices down.

‘I just don’t get it, Timothée. We’ve been together for weeks and we still haven’t even had sex yet.’

‘I’m just not ready yet Stephanie. I’ve told you that!’ She heard him sigh, and took a peak around the corner and saw him sitting on a stone bench while Stephanie stood over him her arms folded across her chest looking upset.

‘But you won’t even touch me. Whenever I try an kiss you you turn your head away and right now when I tried to sit on your lap you pushed me off.’

‘Because you’re obsessed with sex! I’ve never met anyone so obsessed with fucking the way you are!’

‘I’m not obsessed with sex, I just want to have sex with you.’ She shouted.

Y/n had heard enough she came out of the shadow of her hiding place saying Timothée’s name ‘Timmy. Pauline is looking for you. Hello Stephanie, you look lovely as always.’ Y/n smiled nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. Stephanie was glaring at y/n until she complimented her and she returned her smile in thank you.

Timmy stood up and followed y/n inside leaving Stephanie standing alone with her thoughts.

‘Thank you for rescuing me.’ Timmy whispered walking with y/n indoors.

‘You’re welcome, I saw you walking out with her and knew she would start something with you.’ He nodded grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray being passed around and took a sip before pulling y/n to his side by her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin making her turn her head towards him and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, when she saw the guy Daisy brought over make his way through the crowd towards them and sighed ‘Daisy isn’t gonna let this go until I give this guy a moment of my time.’

Timmy looked over and smirked ‘Very business type.’ He sniggered but y/n whispered his ear. ‘If you don’t come and get me in 15 minutes no more cuddles.’ He choked on his last chuckle and went pale at the very serious threat and nodded as the guy approached with a million dollar smile and y/n had to stop herself from gagging in disgust.

‘Hi, I’m-‘

‘Tanner, yes I remember. Nice to meet you.’ She held out her hand which he took and kissed her knuckles.

Oh so he was this type of guy, goodie. She could feel Timmy coming closer to her in a protective manner and smirked.

‘Would you care to dance?’

‘Sure, why not.’

He guided her to the dance floor as Timmy looked on burning a hole into the guy’s skull and walked over to Daisy pointing to his best friend’s dance partner ‘Who the fuck invited James Bond?’

‘I did, i wanted y/n to meet him.’

‘Why? He’s not her type.’

‘I thought he was handsome and cultured.’

‘He’s a shmuck and slobbering all over someone’s hand doesn’t make you cultured. It makes you look like a baby with no teeth.’

Daisy glared and stalked off while Timmy looked on counting down to 15 minutes when he could drag her away from this moron.

He didn’t know why he was acting so jealous, but he knew this guy was not y/n’s type. She liked the goofy type of guy who she could boss around but who could equally take charge when called for.

And he knew this because she ordered him around like a puppy. This guy was the type of guy that would order her food for her at a restaurant, who would feel threatened by her independence and her strength.

He looked at his watch and saw it had been 15minutes and walked over to where they were standing at the bar and was close enough to hear their conversation and knew it was not going well, for him. The guy was trying to order for her at the bar, and she was telling the bartender that she didn’t want that. He was also insisting that he would like to buy drink for her but y/n had already handed the guy her money paying for her own drink.

‘I pay my own way, I don’t need anyone’s charity.’

Timmy smiled approaching hearing the guy huffing exasperated ‘It’s not charity, it’s called being gentlemanly. A lady should never pay for her own drink at a party. Especially if a gentleman is offering to pay.’

She turned seeing Timmy approaching and tilted her head asking him ‘Timmy am I a lady?’ Timmy scoffed shaking his head ‘No. Absolutely not.’

‘And do I always pay my own way?’

‘You paid the cab ride over here.’

‘Exactly. So let this chivalrous crap go. I’m not into it. It’s more Daisy’s thing than mine.’

The guy shook his head disapprovingly and left as Timmy and y/n smiled at each other.

‘So do i still get my cuddles?’

He asked taking a sip of the very unlady like beer she had ordered for herself.

‘Yes of course you do.’ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her back holding her tight against him before sitting on the bar stool pulling her back against him by her waist and watched the party going on around them. The music was louder now as the older guests had retired earlier and only the guests their age remained.

He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and played with the waistband of her jeans, touching her skin there. She lay her hand over his and entwined their fingers together as he leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. She leaned into him and nudged his nose with hers and kissed his cheek.

‘Is there somewhere we can go?’

He whispered against her neck and she took his hand getting up and dragged him out of the door and up a set of stairs looking for a room.

Every time she stopped to open a door he would grab her hips and nip and kiss her neck until they found a bedroom and she dragged him in behind her as he ran his hands up and grabbed fistfuls of her breasts through her waistcoat, she kicked the door shut and he slammed her against it and began sucking on her neck while turning the key in the lock behind her as she tugged on his hair trying to get him closer to her as possible. She pushed her knee between his legs and pressed against his groin causing him to bite down on her neck hard.

He grabbed her waist picking her up and tosses her on the four poster king size bed crawling on top of her when she pulled his shirt over his head as he tore the buttons off her waistcoat and wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing gently making her gasp.

She grabbed him by his head and slammed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss. He kissed back with equal hunger sliding his hands down her body before sliding her jeans down her legs, breaking the kiss he removed his own jeans before climbing back over to her, he made quick work of their underwear and he slid into her slowly, taking his time as y/n reached up and placed small kisses along his shoulders before he began thrusting into her at a steady pace as she held onto his shoulders.

Y/n gripped onto his shoulders digging her nails into his skin as he began to slam into her harder making her gasp and drag her nails halfway down his arms.

He groaned and collapsed on top of her pinning her beneath him and rammed into her wrapping her legs higher around his waist causing her to moan and jerk higher up the mattress and the bed frame to rock.

She flipped them onto his back and began to ride him and felt his hands run up her torso and grab her breasts roughly. She slammed her hips down on his making him grunt and rut his hips upwards to meet hers causing him to go deeper inside her.

He rolled them to the other side of the bed pinning her down on the mattress and slammed into her as her head hung over the side of the bed and carved his hips into hers going deep again making her groan.

He pulled her up by her neck and kissing her roughly as they came together in a sweaty panting mess as they fell back landing at the bottom of the bed tangled in the sheets.

He kissed and nipped along her collarbone and throat before burying his face against her neck clinging to her and breathing shakily.

Y/n caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair wiping his damp curls from his face.

She listened and realised the music had stopped downstairs and everyone had left.

‘It’s gone quiet downstairs. I think everyone is gone.’

She felt him move against her neck and wrap his arm tighter around her waist cuddling into her.

‘I’m not moving. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.’

She nodded and lifted his head placing an open kiss against his lips and turned onto her stomach letting Timmy kiss her back and shoulder before laying his head on her mid back closing his eyes as they drifted off to sleep!

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thenewausten · 8 days

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2019 Quackity Imagine: One bed.

TW: smut 🔞

You and Alex were best friends since you both were twelve years old, your both moms were "besties for life" according to a post of your mom on Facebook and even your fathers could get along in a conversation with each other in a company of a beer. You loved Alexis, he's handsome, smart, gentle, respectful and very funny, and as your mum says, he's the best boy-friend you could have (she also posted it on Facebook). Of course Alexis also loves you, the most beautiful girl in the world, so funny, intelligent, cute, gentle... Oh, he's obsessed with you (in a good way, obviously).

So, with all this love for each other's family, Alex's mom decides to make a trip with your family. In the middle of nowhere.

"I can't believe we don't have internet here." Alex complains and you laugh. "Shut up, dude. It's cool, we can camp and swim." You say. "We'll sleep together, okay? I already said it to my mom and she just said "of course!"."

"Your mom loves me, Y/N. Tell me if one day she breaks up with your dad, uh?!" He says and you slap his arm. "Ay, it hurts." He says and you shrug. "I don't care, you deserved it."

"Sorryyy." You roll your eyes and Alex hugs you from behind. "What?! Are you jealous?"

"Of course not, Alexis." You say, the boy kisses your cheek and laughs. "You're very cute, you know?!"

"Whatever." You say and turn your face around to see him, your lips almost touch his and Alex smiles. "What? Want to kiss me, Y/N?!"

"Ew, no!" You answer, Alex rolls his eyes and smiles. "Yeah, gonna pretend I believe in you, princess." He mocks you and pulls you away from his arms. "Fuck you, Alex!" You say and he laughs. "I'm kidding, Y/N."

At night, your family went to a restaurant, you had so much fun with them, and of course, specially with Alexis. He always makes you laugh. You both walk with your family, his fingers intertwined with yours as the both of you make your way to the small bedroom you'd share. "There's just one bed?!" You ask as soon as you open it, Alex sighs and nods. "I bet it was my mom's scheme..." Alexis starts and you shrug. "Well, it's okay." You say to your best friend, he nods and gets his pajama. "Can I shower first?!" You nod and watch him go to the bathroom.

When you leave the bathroom after your shower, Alexis is already on the bed, staring at the fuckin' ceiling since there's not even Wi-Fi around the place. His eyes moves to your body and widen as he sees your little babydoll. Also, his heart beats very fast in his chest and he's very aware of his puberty right now. "Uh... Are you, you'll sleep with this...?" He asks. "Yeah." You say and turn on the air conditioning, Alex feels so nervous with your presence as soon as you lay down on bed next to him, his fuckin' virgin body makes his cheeks burn in a slightly red. "Why are you acting so weird, 'Lex?!" You ask him, it's dark, the little yellow light next to him is the only thing that lightens the both of you. "I'm not. I'm just tired, Y/N." He whispers and you approach your best friend, one of his hands caresses your waist. "Can you spoon me, Alex?!" You ask him and he nods. "S-Sure." He whispers and watch your ass as you turn around. "Why is this so fuckin' short?" He whispers to himself and covers your ass with the blanket. "What's wrong? It's hot." You say and take off the blanket from your body. "I can't spoon you if you don't cover yourself with the blanket."

"Why?" You ask him, confused. "Because I can see your ass." You sigh, tired. "Alex, I was using a bikini today in front of you."

"Yeah, today your ass wasn't on my crotch." He whispers and you laugh. "Are you scared of a random erection?! It's okay, I won't be mad."

"Yeah, it'll not be random, Y/N." He says, embarrassed. You pull your ass on his crotch as you approach him, Alex sighs and feels your ass against his almost hardened cock. "Jesus, I hate you." He whispers and you laugh, Alex holds your belly and hides his face on your neck. "Good night, 'Lex."

"G-Good night." He whispers. Oh, he won't be sleeping tonight. You hold the hand that was on your belly and move your ass against his body to be more comfortable, smiling as you hear the boy sighs in your neck. "Can you stop?!" He asks. "What? I wasn't doing anything, 'Lex." You say, making the boy rolls his eyes. "Just... Don't move, okay?" He asks and you nod.

You try to sleep, but as soon as you feel Alex's hardened cock against your ass you can't even close your eyes anymore. His deep breathing in your ear doesn't help and his hand roams through your chest to your belly. "I can't sleep." You whisper to him. "I can see it." He whispers and you turn your head to Alex. "Do you have condoms?!"

"W-What? No, I don't." He says, you laugh with his embarrassment. "Can I confess you something?!" You ask and he nods. "I'd fuck with you." He stares at you for a moment and grabs your chin, connecting your lips in a desperate and intense kiss. God, he's such a great kisser.

You start to turn around and Alex stops you, the boy holds you against his crotch and you whimper between the kiss.

"Fuck." He whispers when you both pull out to breathe, Alex smiles to you and you laugh. "That's funny." You whisper and he laughs. "Not for me. It hurts, you know?!" He says and you smile to him, making him rolls his eyes. "How can I help you?!"

"It's okay, Y/N." He whispers and you turn around to face your best friend. "I want to." You whisper and kiss his lips, Alex groans when he feels your hand on his dick. "Shit." He whispers and you laugh. "I barely touched you, dude."

"Shut up, Y/N." He says and you laugh, your hand around his dick makes Alex closes his eyes. "So... I don't, uh... I'm just as virgin as you." You say, a little embarrassed, and he takes his short down with his underwear and puts his hand on yours. "F-Fuck." He whispers as he moves his hand and your hand on his dick. "Okay." You whisper, Alex takes his hand away from yours and you start to pump his dick. "Uh, is it right?!" You ask. "Y-Yes." He whimpers, you watch Alex's face and kiss his lips. "Can you move a little faster?" He asks and you obey, the boy moans in your lips and you kiss him. "Shi-, shit!" He whines and you start to give a lot of pecks in his neck. "You're so hot." You whisper in his ear, your lips on his sensitive spot makes Alex loses his mind. "F-Fuck, Y/N." He whimpers. "It's so..." You bite his lobe and the boy whines. "Is it what?!" You ask. "G-Good." You smile and approach his dick, Alex touches your ass when you turn around. "Beautiful." He whispers. "Thank you, 'Lex." You say, your mouth touches his dick, slowly sucking his tip, Alex moans and grabs your hair. "Let me..." He moves your head against his cock, your throat takes all of his length as the boy moves his hips onto your mouth. "Fu-, oh. Fuck!" He moans and takes your mouth off his dick, cumming in his stomach. "Shit." He whispers and you smile to him. "Are you better?!" You ask him and he laughs. "Yeah, I'm." He says and you lay down next to him. "I'll be back soon." He says and gets up, you watch him leave to the bathroom.

"Hey." Alex lays down next to you and kisses your cheek, you turn around to see him, the boy smiles to you. "It's my turn, you know?!" One of his hands touches your waist and you smile. "Oh, is it?!" You ask him and the boy kisses you, his hands travels through your body, touching your boobs, waist, thigh and ass. "You're so perfect." He whispers as he breaks the kiss. "You know that I'm obsessed with you, right?!" He asks and kisses your neck. "Really?" You ask and Alex nods. "Yes, princess." He kisses your face, one of his hands goes to your laced panties. "Can I touch you?" He asks and you nod, his fingers caresses your pussy and you whimper. "Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?" He asks and you nod, Alex takes your panties off and touches you again, it's funny because he seems to be a bit curious. He rubs your clit, making you squirm a little with the feeling, you try not to moan because of your both parents. "Oh, c'mon, Y/N. I want to hear you." He whispers and you smile to him. "Make me moan, then." You whisper and Alex smiles and rolls his eyes. "Alright." He rubs your clit again and you moan. "Am I doing it right?!" The boy asks and you nod, a smirk on his face as he makes you moan again. "You're so wet." He whispers. "Is it all for me, uh?"

"Uhh, no?!" You mock and he laughs. The boy leans in towards you to kiss your lips, two of his fingers plays with your entrance. "Can I?" He asks. "Yes, please." You whisper, his fingers slowly enters your hole, Alex watches you close your eyes with pleasure and thrusts his fingers on your pussy. "Alex, oh my-" You moan loudly and the boy covers your mouth with his hand. "Not that loud, Y/N." He whispers and kisses your neck, the essence of your perfume on your skin makes Alex sucks your sensitive flesh. You protest against his hand, that's still on your mouth. "Shh." He whispers in your ear, your moans and whines fill the bedroom, even with his hand on your mouth, and the wet sounds of his fingers on your pussy makes everything even more dirty and hot to the boy. "I can't wait to fuck you." He whispers in your ear, his fingers finding that spot inside of you when he decides to push deeper on your cunt. You bite his hand to don't let a loud moan escape, your worst nightmare 'd be wake up your both parents right now. "Fuck, Y/N." Alex groans, his fingers fucking you harder and deeper, making your whole body squirm. "Are you close?!" He asks, you nod, watching your best friend put his face between your legs, his mouth attacking your sensitive clit as soon as he finds it. You put your hands on your own mouth to stop yourself from moaning loudly, Alex sucks you at the same time he's fucking you with his fingers, your legs start to shake and involuntarily close. You can't even control your whines and moans anymore, coming in Alex fingers with tears in your eyes. "Holy shit, 'Lex." You whisper, the boy kisses your pussy and inner thigh before approaching your face, you feel his hardened cock against you. "It sucks you don't have a condom." You whisper and he nods. "So much." He kisses your lips. "But, it's also good, right?! Our parents can sleep now." He mocks you and you roll your eyes, Alex kisses your neck and then, your lips. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers and you smile. "I love you too, Alex." You get up to go to the bathroom and when you come back, Alex pulls you into a hug. "Do you really think they heard us, 'Lex?!" You ask, a little worried and embarrassed. "Yeah, your mom just made a post on Facebook. "Can't sleep... It's hard to have a teenager daughter with a best friend."" He says and you laugh. "Unbelievable." You whisper and hug him tighter, he laughs and nods.

"Good night, princess." He whispers.

"Good night, 'Lexie."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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hirayaaraw · 5 months

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Of Taxes and Marriage

Tags: friends to lovers; marriage for convenience / fake marriage; pining

It's Saturday and you were supposed to have to watch a movie downtown with your bestfriens Wonwoo but plans were changed. Here you are in his dining table with your laptop and cramming your tax file that is due on Monday.

"Why no one has taught this in college?" You complain while you were dizzy with the amount of payslips you got from your main job and side hustle. "I'm really sorry for cancelling our plans, Won."

"It's fine." Wonwoo said before sitting next to you and peek on your laptop. You can see his grimace on your peripheral view.

"Should I call my mom's secretary to fix your tax file so we can eat our dinner now?" You roll your eyes. Wonwoo, of course, the rich kid he is, knows and have anyone to fix your tax.

"I doubt you call them to fix yours."

"Well, right." And Wonwoo, the rich kid he is, doesn't like using his connection. He likes doing his stuff on his own. "I don't even want to call my mom right now because that means another blind date to arrange with another daughter of someone."

"Poor you." You said nonchalantly. You couldn't care less about his rich boy problem because when you saw the amount of tax you will be paying. "I'm doomed."

Wonwoo pulled your laptop as you try to process the fact that you owe the freaking government a huge amount of tax. "Woah. You made that much in your side hustle?"

"Made that much, gave away so much to my family, and now I need pay so much to this government." You stressed out as you comb your hair in frustration. You are thinking to delay the payment and paying the penalties. "Not to mention my monthly rent."

"You need some help?"

"No, I'm fine. I can handle this." You said and close your laptop. "What should we eat tonight?"

"Orange chicken?"

"That sounds nice. Do you the ingredients?" You stood up and went to his refrigerator.

"Yeah, I did some grocery when you said we gonna cancel the plan tonight." He said then start preparing the utensils that will be used.

This is how your weekends usually happen. Dinner with either of your apartments. Cooking together or if you both feeling lazy, you order pizza and do some movie marathon. This started during your college days as broke students and now you two are inseparable.

Once you are done cooking, you felt a bit better as you see Wonwoo become excited about the food. He prepared the table and pull you a chair.

"Thank you for the food." He said before closing his eyes to mutter a short prayer. "Finally a real food."

"If only you can stop being lazy about cooking."

"I told you I can't cook."

"Then what did we do earlier, Mister?"

"Well, I chop and you do your magic." Wonwoo said then ate a spoonful of rice. He continued explaining how shitty he is as a cook. You just agreed he is a bad cook and settled on cooking on weekends for him so he can stay alive or else he will live through instant noodles and canned goods.

Once you finish eating, you clear the table and he wash the dishes. He notice how your aura is still gloomy despite trying to make you laugh.

"You know I can help you if you tell me." He said while rinsing the plate.

"If the government can give tax break to corporations for doing charity, why can't they do it for single women who are breadwinners?" You whined at him. "If you happen to know who to contact to lower my tax bracket, then I will gladly ask for your help."

Wonwoo wipe the plates dry and put it on the cabinet. He bit his lower lip and turn to you.

"What? Do you know how?"

"Yeah" Wonwoo said in low voice. Unsure if he should say it.

"Really? You know how?" You said excitedly and you hugged him. Wonwoo gulped as he smelled your perfume. You pulled away from him and waited for this information.

"You need to marry someone to get a tax break." He said in a matter of fact tone. You groaned and slap his chest in annoyance.

"Where can I find a husband? I've been single since we graduated." You frowned at him while he smiled at you. He ruffled your hair to annoy you more.

"You can marry me."

You blink twice at him. It seems like your brain is playing at you. You scanned his face to see any sign if he is joking or what but Wonwoo is just smiling at you.

"What did you say?"

"I sad you can marry me." Wonwoo said in a very serious tone then gave you a small smile. You can feel your heart beat jumps.

"You shouldn't joke about marriage, asshole." You pushed him towards the sink and walk to his sofa. He followed you like a lost cat.

"Hey I'm serious." Wonwoo said when he caught your hand.

"Marriage for tax? Are you kidding me?" You looked at him with disbelief on how he came up with that idea. "Marriage should happen between two people who love each other."

"We love each other!" He said as if it is the easiest thing on the world.

"Platonically."You said and Wonwoo still holding your hand slowly kneeling on one knee.

"You get a lower tax bracket, my mom will stop pestering me about blind dates."

"Insane."

"You can pay me half of your monthly rent or even nothing if we get married."

"I can believe you are talking me through this and I am seriously considering it."

"Y/N, will you marry me? For the sake of taxes and everything that bothers us." He asked you with that endearing smile. How could you say no?

"You'll help me file my tax?"

"Gladly."

"I will shoo away your blind dates."

"I am literally on my knees so please."

"Half of my rent and I cook for you everyday."

"I will be forever grateful."

"When's our wedding?"

That's how you ended up Monday morning at the city hall in your white skirt, coat, and strapped on heels. Wonwoo arrived at your appartment with a bouquet yellow tulips and to add the wedding vibe according to him. He looks handsome in his black tuxedo and slick back hairstyle.

Now you both stand in front of a judge as he precided your wedding. You drag a janitor and a court clerk to be a witness to your wedding. Wonwoo held both of your hands. You listen to the judge intenly while he looks at you endearingly.

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

You and Wonwoo's eyes widen in surprise. You forgot the part where you need to kiss each other. Wonwoo slowly remove the veil from your face.

He held your cheeks gently and you look at him before closing your eyes. This is not the first kiss you shared with him. However, this is is special as you are now his wife. He lowered his head and gave you a kiss. You can feel his smile against yours and you couldn't help but reach his face with your free hand.

"Congratulations, Mr. And Mrs. Jeon!" You pulled away and hugged him. Wonwoo laughed as he hugged you tighter.

Just two idiots who will never admit they love each other romantically.

2017 December

A day before you both leave the campus dorm to celebrate the holiday. You are sitting side by side in his tiny couch with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Love, Rosie playing on the screen.

"Do you think we will be in love at each other like them?" You asked him out of the blue. Just pure curiousity.

"I don't know. Maybe? We don't what fate holds for us."

"But is that fine with you?"

"Fine with?"

"Falling in love with me in the future."

"Yeah there's not to love about you." Wonwoo said calmly as if it is a non brainer question. You put the popcorn on the coffee table.

You don't know what went on your mind. It is suddenly hazy. You turn to him while Wonwoo is watching Rosie confess.

"I want to know something."

"Shoot."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Okay." Wonwoo looked at you. Without anytime waster, you pulled him towards you and kiss him. It took few seconds for Wonwoo to respond. His hand grab your neck to deepen the kiss. You were never kissed like this before.

You pulled away to breathe. He rested his forehead to yours before giving you a peck.

"Was it that you want to know?" He asked you with breathy voice. You stood up before you were completely trap by the spell he puts you in.

"Oh look. It's late. I have a bus to catch on tomorrow morning." You pick up your phone and ran towards the door. "Merry Christmas, Wonwoo!"

Your curiousity is satisfied. You just learned that Wonwoo has the ability to make your heart go crazy and your heart is ridiculously beating for him.

But no, you don't need love as senior college student clinging on scholarship. You set aside the feelings and burried it the whole holiday season.

It was the first but certainly not the last kiss you shared with Wonwoo as friends.

2019 July

Drinks flowing as the campus celebrated the night before the graduation ceremony. Everyone is inebriated as well as you and Wonwoo.

Wonwoo never left your side and his free arm is stucked in either your waist or shoulder. Both of you were laughing like idiots at the corner of your batchmate's house, you legs resting on his lap and your head on his shoulder. The party music blaring in the whole house.

When the laughter between the two of you ensued, you both notice how there is almost no distance between the two of you. You can smell the beer and his musky perfume.

Wonwoo raised your chin and you can see the hesitation in his eyes. You held his hand and took this as a sign. He kissed you tenderly. A little bit sloppy but you can feel his yearning as if he is scared that he will be losing you.

Once you are both out of breath, you rested your head on his chest. Hands still intertwined.

"Y/N" Wonwoo called you. You hummed against his chest. He felt that he has the whole world. He is nervous but it feels like a now or never situation. "Have I told you that I love you?"

He waited for a response but nothing came out from you. Wonwoo looked down just to see you sleeping on him.

Present

If he told the 2019 Jeon Wonwoo that he will end up marrying you, his old self will never believe it. If he told his past self that you both spent the night of your wedding playing board games, his old self will laugh at him for being loser.

He is happy and content for what he has right now. His confession can wait.

Right now, you enjoy defeating Wonwoo in every scrabble round. Your heart beats like first time you both kissed. Just like the first time you kissed, you wanted to put aside your feelings and focus on the pressing matters at hand.

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bunnyluvs-blog · 8 months

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Bf!Skz reaction to you perform a sexy song during your solo song

Skz x 9th member fem!reader (but all genders can read)

tags! NSFW, mentions of hornyness, cunt eating, sleeping kink, daddy/mommy kink, blowjobs, semi public sex. sex in jeongins, also the song is fantasise by ariana (its unrelased)

You're solo performance was something highly talking about among stays and stray kids themselves. You had kept the whole thing a secret minus the fact that you were going to do one. You didnt want you're song to be cute or something stays where going to call you adorable for. Infact you begged JYPapi for something for "sexual" This was a big performance in the USA are you knew what these people liked. You picked "Fantasise" by ariana grande. As you're body moved and lots and lots of "flirting with fans" you song was over and intermission started. You made your way back stage and lets just say you're boyfriend had something to say

Bangchan- He pulled you into a changing room and pushed you against the wall. "What in the world was that?" He said with a stern almost scary voice. "My performance? Did you really get turned on from that?" Your soft voice rings in his ears. A different tone from the slurry sexy voice you used while singing. "You honestly thought that i wouldnt ? You're so fucking pretty that should've been for me only" He let a soft growl into your ear before locking the changing room door. You give him a confused look before he spoke up. "We got 15 minutes and you're gonna fix this so i dont go onto stage with a hard on." You couldnt help but giggle as you lead him to a chair.

Leeknow- He didnt say anything. No face or anything. He just looked at you. His normal resting face. That was till everyone left to clean and freshen up. You stood up to head to your changing but your waist was pulled down into Minhos lap as he held you there. "You think you're fucking cute?" He asked but you knew it wasnt a question. You could feel his dick in his pants against your ass. "Dont even think about fucking grinding against me slut. You're gonna be good for the rest of the night and ill give you what you want." You were even trying to tease him but you were complaining. As your wetness pooled in your panties, Minho sent you to your changing room with a slight slap on the ass.

Changbin- Changbin as always one to take what he wanted and that he sure did. As you were walking into ur changing room changbin followed. Locking the door as you both slipped in. Pushing down onto the little couch you had in ur changing room changbin attacked your neck with kisses and hickeys. "God damn your so fucking hot. And you gave that all to STAYS ? Not your boyfriend who fucks you good every night ?" He didn't let you get a word in, he just kept on going at your neck. You're soft whimpers filling the room. Changbin spoke up, "You are so in for it darling."

Hyunjin- Your relationship with hyunjin was no secret to stays. So when he walked up on stage in the middle of ur performance "ooooo's" filled the stadium as he dragged you off stage. Taking you to his changing room. He grabbed your face to make u look at him. "For fuck sake what the hell do u think you were trying to do ?" He looked at you with passion and anger in his eyes. "Showing off like you wanna be fucked by everyone here huh ? Dirty fucking thing." You hate to admit it but you were so getting turned on by just how mean he was being. "Well guess what princess, you're fucking mine got it?" He lifted up your hair to leave a big ass hickey next to ur ear. "Now the whole building will know it too"

Jisung- As you headed off stage you could see han rutting into himself. You couldn't even see him yet but you knew how he worked. A knock landed on ur changing room door followed by a Hannie who was just so horny for his pretty mommy. "Hannie baby what's wrong?" You asked with such an innocent tone. You weren't even asking you were just making fun of him. He went over and kissed you over and over again. "Mommy looked so sexy on stage. I- i want mommy too" Awww he was just so cute how could you say no. "You wanna make mommy feel good ?" You asked and got a response with Han nodding his head over and over. You lead him too his knees and god was he jumping for joy. "Ill let you make mommy feel good baby, then later, if you're good enough, mommy will reward you" Lets just say he got at reward.

Felix- If there's one thing no one knows about Felix, it's how possessive he is over what's his. Its almost like you were asking to be punished in his eyes. Nothing happened at the concert however. No no it was the car ride back to the hotel when it did. Everyone takes there own cars to avoid mobbed fans. Chan and changbin, Minho and han, hyunjin with seungmin and jeongin. It was always you and Felix together. Instead of going straight to the hotel he parked in an empty parking lot. "On top of me. Now" he said with his deep demon like tone. What else could you do besides listen to his. He respond some of those nasty lyrics you sang to so many stays. "I give this pussy to you nine to five-five to nine huh? You dirty slut you wanna be fucked 24/7 ? Then prove it" You knew what he was asking for as you unzipped his pants and a smirk formed on his lips.

Seungmin- Along with Felix nothing happened that night of the performance. This time however it was the next day in yalls hotel room. You were fast asleep at three am when seungmin had an idea. He finally thought of how to get back at you. Lowering your pj pants to leave marks all over ur waist. Knowing how in 3 days you had a performance with low rise jeans. As much has he would love to fuck you raw infront of all those stays who saw you sing and dance. This was even worse. Knowing how you and staff would panic to over up bite marks and hickeys right before you were gonna have to go on stage filled his evil soul. This was pay back.

Jeongin- your head thrown back onto the sofa of ur changing room as jeongins face was deep into your soaking cunt as your moans filled the room. "Fuck. You wanted to show off? Well now you know what happens when you wanna act like that infront of thousands of people." You've never seen innie act like this before. He was normally so soft with you. "Thinking I wouldn't do anything after your little stunt ? Like I would just let you get away with that?" He laughed as he nibbled on your thighs and went back to eating you out. "Maybe I wont even finish you off and let you stuffer? Yea that sounds like a good idea." You whined at this statement as jeongin just laughed. He didn't ever let you finish and boy were you in for a long long night at the hotel.

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troubleluli · 2 years

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Busted

Summary: During summer Y/N Henderson and Steve Harrington start dating while Dustin was at the camp, they’re thinking about how to tell him when he runs into them and freaks out.

Type: Fluffy and a bit of angst (maybe, idk)

Warnings: Cursing.

Note¹: this is the first time ever I’m writing so be nice pls

Note²: also english it’s not my first language so be nice (again) pls

Word count: 1.2k

(not my gif)

During the hunt for dart Y/N Henderson and Steve Harrington became friends, they couldn’t stand staying near to each other before and now they’re kicking some demodogs ass. Well, life is weird. Hawkins is weird. When everything ended, Dustin and Steve still hung out together and you were dragged with them. You didn’t complain though you like to spend time with your brother and you wouldn’t admit but like Steve’s company.

When your brother heads to his summer camp you decide to keep hanging out with Steve and without your brother every meeting looks like a date till you guys make it official. Is cool dating Steve, he was not an ass anymore and he’s also a dork which made you laugh a lot, you love it.

As summer was on Steve got himself a job that you loved. You can get free ice cream whenever you’re there, he just can't deny it to you. Meanwhile Steve's wearing a really cute and funny sailor uniform that he proclaims every 2 seconds he hates. So now is just one of those days that you spend at Scoops Ahoy at the back enjoying your ice cream while chatting with your boyfriend.

“So Dustin is coming home soon and I don't want him to know about us yet, don't get me wrong, but I know my brother and even though you're his best friend he still gonna want to kill you.” Steve's eyes widen after you said your brother might want to kill him, you chuckle but calm him down “he loves you babe, everyone knows that but I’m still his older sister and he feels he needs to protect me. He’ll probably just try to threaten you for a while, then he’ll be supportive and plan our wedding.” you giggle at the end of your sentence because you know that's not a lie, Dustin probably will want to plan your wedding.

Steve relax with that and kisses you, you guys start making out at the back of Scoops Ahoy while Robin covers Steve for a few minutes but then someone bust out the door, you jump a little and Steve was ready to tell Robin fuck off for a few more minutes but another voice come out.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.”

“You gotta be kidding me, my fucking sister Steve, MY SISTER, she’s off limits. You knew. I told you.” Dustin looks like he’s gonna explode, this is not how you want your brother to find out about it. Actually, Dustin seeing you and Steve making out was something you wish he would never see.

“Hey, relax Henderson, let’s talk.” Steve tries to calm him down.

“NO. Y/N let’s go home” Dustin says sharply.

“Dusty, c’mon, don’t need to act like that.” You plead for your brother “and when you came back? you didn’t tell me that you’re coming home now” you’re confused, your little brother is back after a whole month at a camp and he didn’t go for you.

“Yesterday.” He sighs, “mom told me you’re sleeping over so I decided I wanted to surprise you.” He points to you, looking a little sad “but then I came here expecting to see my best friend and he is sucking my sisters’ face” now pointing to Steve and his anger is back.

“Bro, I wasn’t sucking your sister's face,” Steve simpered “we’re just making out.” You slap your boyfriend’s arm muting a “not helping.”

“I don’t care, let’s go Y/N.” He starts to walk off but you drag him back, setting him down at the other side of the room and blocking the door.

“You’re not going. We’re not going.” You sigh, letting your head fall back a little, shutting your eyes, then you look at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, almost like you're crying for help. “Look, after you went to that camp Steve and I keep seeing each other, and without you here, we um… we realize we like each other more than just friends.” You shrug, not really knowing how to tell your brother about it.

“Yeah, we really like each other buddy.” Steve says camly, trying not to piss Dustin off even more. “I know you said I shouldn’t hit on your sister, but she’s amazing. It’s kinda hard not to fall in love with her.” He smiles and looks at you lovely, you can’t help but smile back.

“Okay, cut that bullshit,” Dustin says firmly. You stare blankly at your brother. He's really enraged. “How long has this been happening?”

“Almost a month,” Steve answered quietly.

“OH MY-” his jaw drops a little “you guys started dating almost as soon as I left. What a best friend and what a sister I have” Dustin says letting his arms fall next to him, he is overreacting.

You don’t know what to say anymore. Your brother is hurt, you see that but didn’t plan to make him furious, you thought he would just freak out a little, intimidate Steve and then be happy about you guys. But he can’t snap out of the “freak out phase” and it’s beginning to get on your nerves.

“SHUT UP DUSTIN!” You yell. He and Steve stare blankly at you, definitely not expecting you to lose it. “Look, I get that you’re upset about it. We didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re away having fun at the camp, so it didn't seem the right time to tell you.” Your brother looks more relaxed now and you keep going, “Steve and I wanted to tell you, we’re just talking about it before you walk in.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “we really like each other, he makes me happy and I know you want to see me happy. I enjoy spending time with him. He's gentle with me and funny and I really love him. So if you're afraid that he’s gonna break my heart you’re totally allowed to kick his ass.” You grin, Steve eyes widened and he interferes, “hey, hey, hey, no one's gonna kick my ass because I’m not going to break your heart baby.” He kisses your cheek.

You flush a little and clean your throat, “So, as I was saying, if you’re also afraid that you’re gonna spend less time with us, don’t. We’re a team. We’re not gonna split. Never.” You say with a warm smile to comfort your brother and he sends you a toothless smile.

Dustin hugs you and looks deadly to Steve. “You know, break her heart and I’ll break you.” And the threat is here. Steve holds his hands up like he's surrendering. “Not gonna happen.” He winks at you and you giggle.

Dustin sighs, “I have a few things to say.” He starts. “First of all, no kissing when I’m around. Second, don’t flirt or say/do gross things when I'm here.” You nodded, he’s not asking for anything absurd, “yeah, whatever.” Steve says deadpan and you glare at him.

“Fine Dusty.” You sound kinda annoyed and can’t help but grin at it. It's cute to see your brother acting like that.

Dustin cracks his hands, “but let's get to business.” He makes a dramatic pause glancing between you and Steve. “I intercepted a secret russian communication.”

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sturnwritess · 2 months

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Things always end PT. 3

warnings: pyschical fighting, tons of flashbacks,drinking and hard angst.

flashback.

Me and Matt were friends at first, I met Nick and Chris before Matt. We all met in 7th grade, and Matt always knew how to catch my eye. Marylou was like a mother to me.

She knew how to comfort me when I was crying or when I was angry. She knew everything to calm me down, She knew me and she always knew if there was something wrong with me.

Nick was my best friend and he couldn’t always tell what was wrong with me but Chris could, he would always go to Marylou. Chris was always my bestfriend too but it felt different with him. I could always depend on Chris in a different way then Nick.

I had no really big connection to Matt till sophomore year, I was always bullied by Gracie. Gracie was always popular and always dated someone, one day she pointed out about my dead mom.

That was my breaking point and everyone knew that, Matt saw my red puffy eyes the night i went over and he asked me what was wrong and I explained.

He let me cry in his arms that night and then we connected instantly after that night.

End of flashback.

Nicole bursts into my room "GUESS WHOS HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT!" She said yelling, "hm?" I said calmly. "THAT BITCH GRACIE" she says. My eyes go wide questioning why she's excited, she notices and says "it's ur time to make him jealous y/n/n."

7 hours later

While I was doing my makeup my phone got a notification.

I left him on opened.

I finally got done getting ready, Nicole called a Uber knowing it would be a fun night. The Uber took 10 minutes to get to the party.

The strobing lights making it hard to see, me and Nicole went instantly to the alcohol stand. I already saw Gracie and Matt but I paid no attention.

Matt caught me looking at them once and I just couldn't do it. Nicole wanted to stay with me the whole night, she pointed out a guy she thought was cute and i told her i would be fine. I wasn't going to be fine, but for her I would always be fine.

I drank enough for the night when Chris came up to me, "hey y/n, are you doing okay?" He says worried. "Yea im doing okay." Slurring at my words, i stumble and trip but Chris is there to catch me.

It caught Matt's eye making his jaw clench. I catch the fact i made him jealous, but I wouldn't do that to Chris.

Chris leaves me alone for a second to talk to his friends, but then my ex was there. Gio, he was a asshole and he was Gracie's ex also which made it more aggravating. "Oh lookey whos here" he says in a sarcastic tone.

"What do u want Gio?" you say annoyed. "Oh nothing sweetie" he says with a grin that makes u want to slap it off. Matt and Chris notice that your ex is talking to you, and tried to get all touchy with you.

"Gio stop touching me" you push him back, he doesn't comply, Chris and Matt are getting pissed off about the fact that he's bugging you. As he's about to kiss you someone pulls him away and punches him. Chris was punching Gio repeatedly when Matt came over to stop Chris.

Gio was beaten to the floor with a already black eye and busted lip, blood on Chris's knuckles. Your eyes went wide at the sight, Matt questioned why Chris beat him to protect you.

Matt always questioned if Chris was in love with you, he always put those thoughts aside while he was laying in bed with you.

Gracie walked over and already started complaining "ugh of course this shit happens with her here." Matt already gave her a look that made her skin crawl, Chris didn't pay any attention to her only wondering if you're okay.

Nicole finally came over and saw what happened, she took your wrist and led you outside. Chris snapped out of Matt's hold following you outside, Matt then followed Chris outside. Gracie was just there taking care of Gio, when Matt left her there.

Nicole noticed Chris was following you and didn't care, but when she noticed Matt was too she immediately tried blocking him off. "Matt stop following y/n it's weird just leave her alone" she says harshly.

Matt replies saying, "I was following my brother and I still care about her Nicole". He says annoyed "if you cared about her, you wouldn't have cheated on her" Chris says chiming in.

"It's fine if he follows us" you says sternly, "it's not y/n he was a dick to you." Chris says with sympathy, You look at him with pleading eyes and he agrees. All four of you were on the backyard patio, "Chris what the fuck was that back there" Matt says.

"Y/n was getting dicked around with Gio and it was pissing me off" he says while looking at me, "I know he was and it was pissing me off as well but this is Gracie's party and your my brother, it's embarrassing Chris" he says harshly.

"Hey don't talk to him like that" you say towards Matt, Matt looked into your eyes searching for the love u once had for him. Nothing was there anymore, "y/n cmon you even know he fucked up" Matt says.

"He didn't and what's embarrassing is how u followed me out here instead of staying with your little girlfriend." You say pissed off.

"Your little girlfriend is stitching up gio over there so stop worrying about Chris and go fuck off Matt." Your words stinging like venom. Matt leaves and drives home.

"Chris would u like to stay over at our place?" You ask. "I would love to y/n" he says. Nicole just observing about to chime in but you give her a look, she knows he's staying over tonight.

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farity · 1 year

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Guardian

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary: College AU bar shenanigans

Warning: Smut

“Aemond!”

You were surprised to see your friend at the bar. He turned, the corner of his eye crinkling as he smiled at you. He’d told you all about how he lost his eye when he was younger, then caught you Googling Lucerys Velaryon but stopped you before you could drive to his house and murder the little shit.

“He’s not worth it,” Aemond had said, adding that the bionic eye he had gotten was just fine by him.

“That’s not the point,” you’d replied, “he cut your fucking eye out, Aemond, and didn’t even get a slap on the wrist. If I ever run into him, I will take out one of his balls.”

Aemond had wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Ah, my guardian angel.”

“Not feeling very angelic about it,” you grumbled in response. You felt protective of him, not just because of the eye and how his father had done nothing about it, but because from what he’d shared over the years, it seemed that other than his mom, his family his family didn’t appreciate him much. He didn’t complain about it, but you’d gleaned bits of info here and there, and when his family made it to his high school graduation, you saw the dynamic up close and personal.

His father, first of all, didn’t even show up. He was visiting his daughter from his first marriage, and couldn’t be bothered to see his son give the valedictorian speech. His mother was proud and thrilled, taking a thousand pictures of Aemond. His brother Aegon seemed bored, and maybe drunk, his younger brother Daeron was on his phone the whole time, and his sister Helaena spent the time with her headphones on, doodling on a little notebook. Aemond had told you about her, he loved her dearly and she loved him back, but her autism made her spend most of her time in her own world.

“Is this your girlfriend? She’s very pretty, Aemond.”

You smiled, shaking your head at his sister, who was looking at you with a big smile on her face.

“Hel, she is my friend, remember?”

“Picture of you both!” his mother said, and you stood next to him, both of you holding up your diplomas.

Dinner was an awkward affair, but you did your best to keep Aemond entertained, including throwing tiny rolled up bits of napkin at Aegon’s hair when he wasn’t looking.

Now Aemond took a spot at the end of your bar, and you wondered what on earth had brought him in.

“What can I get you and why the hell are you here?”

Aemond laughed. “I do get out sometimes,” he replied, scanning the board high up behind you. “I don’t know, surprise me. You know what I like.”

You nodded and turned to the row of bottles. You did know what he liked. And vice versa. And sometimes, you did wonder, but the thought of wrecking the friendship, the relationship that was the most important to you, kept you from saying anything. Neither of you had dated anyone in college, and the mere thought of going to bed with anyone made you wince.

Anyone but Aemond.

You added a few ounces of this and that to your shaker, closed it and then tossed it behind your back, making it twirl in the air before catching it in your other hand. The patrons began to clap and you laughed as you shook it a bit more before pouring it into a glass and adding a slice of orange as a garnish. You placed it in front of Aemond and clasped your hands daintily in front of you.

“Drinks and a show,” he smiled, taking an experimental sip. “Oh wow, this is amazing, what’s in it?”

“I’ll never tell,” you said saucily over your shoulder as you went to serve another guy.

* * * * *

Aemond watched her walking away and smiled into his drink.

“Lucky man,” the guy next to him said. Aemond met his eyes and the guy nodded towards the pretty bartender. “How long you been together?”

“We’re not,” Aemond said, “just long time friends.”

The guy looked at him as if he had three heads. “Uh-huh.”

A group of three guys came in, already drunk from the looks of them, and planted themselves at the other end of the bar. Aemond watched as they began whispering among themselves, looking at his friend the whole time. One of them leaned in, getting her attention and she turned to grab the pint glasses for their beers. The guy who’d leaned in kept his eyes firmly on her ass the whole time and Aemond began to really, really dislike him.

“Want another?” she asked when she came over to check on Aemond.

He had a feeling a clear head would be the best choice given what he could see brewing at the other end of the bar. “I’m good, thank you, those guys come here often?” he asked, nodding towards the group.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank god, no, they’re not locals, they’ve been here a couple of times and they get so trashed and obnoxious.” She smiled at him. “I’m so glad you came in. I feel like I’ve barely seen you this week.” She squeezed his hand before going back to serve some more drinks and beers.

“Just friends, huh?” The guy sitting next to him said, and when he saw Aemond give him an irritated look, he put his hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is, the way she looks at you, maybe you’re not as smart as you look, bro.” The man left before Aemond could respond.

He’d thought about it. Of course he’d thought about it. She was sweet, funny, and had gone from a girl ready to throw a punch in his defense to someone he couldn’t imagine living without. And she’d still throw a punch for him. He’d felt a frisson of fear down his spine whenever he’d seen her laughing with some other guy. Was this it? He’d ask himself. Was this the one who’d capture her heart?

It was inevitable, he thought, sooner or later she would find someone and he’d be happy for her and wish her the best.

* * * * *

You had kept tabs on Aemond for the past hour and his mood had definitely gone down in the last few minutes. He kept stirring his empty cocktail glass and you wondered just what had happened. The bar had emptied except for him and the three at the opposite end of the bar.

Speaking of them, they were getting on your last nerve. Clearly, they thought you couldn’t hear them whispering about you, and as they got more and more drunk, their voices got louder and louder. You wished Paul, the owner, were here, he was a great father figure who’d soon put those assbutts in their place.

“Hey honey, we want another round!”

You sighed, exasperated, because this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Sorry, boys, you’ve all had enough. I’ll close up your tab.”

“I want another fucking beer, I’m paying for it!”

You pointed to the sign on the wall.

We reserve the right to refuse service to any patron for any reason.

“What the fuck? You just work here, honey, we pay your wages.”

You continued closing the tab on the computer, and it printed out the signature form. “Here, sign this.”

“Fuck you, don’t you know who I am?”

“Someone who needs to sign this.” You tapped on the printout and placed a pen next to it.

You were tracking Aemond’s movements out of the corner of your eye. He’d stood quietly once you’d denied them more drinks, had slowly walked down the length of the bar, and was now standing, empty glass in hand, leaning against a pillar about ten feet away from the three assholes.

Asshole #1 grabbed the pen and threw it at your face. He didn’t do any damage, you turned away and it hit the back of your head. When you turned back around, he wasn’t there, and his two buddies were looking toward the floor, where you heard a sickening crunch.

You checked the last place Aemond had been and he was gone.

Oh shit.

You went through the side door of the bar to find Aemond straddling Asshole #1, who was grabbing his nose and moaning in pain. Aemond had his fist pulled back, clearly ready to strike again.

“Get out,” you shoved one of the other two out the door. “You, get the fuck out of here.” You pointed at the other one, who left without checking on his friend on the floor.

“Aemond, stop.”

He didn’t move, fist still ready. “Are you hurt?” His voice was full of a quiet rage you hadn’t heard before.

“No,” you placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine. Come on. He’s not worth it.”

Aemond stood, slowly, pulling the guy up with him. “Don’t come back. Ever,” he said before throwing him out the door. He turned, and you held out your hand. “What?” he asked.

“Hand.”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, Aemond.” You kept your hand out until he placed his on it. It looked worse than you’d figured, a bloody scratch that was still oozing, and various bruises on his pale skin. “Let’s ice it.”

You wrapped some ice from the well in a bar towel and placed it gently on the back of his hand. “I need to put some stuff on it, we don’t have it here.”

“I can clean it up at home.”

“You can, but you won’t, because you’ll get home and start checking the overseas markets and forget about your hand.” You watched as he opened his mouth to reply but he realized you were right. “Let me close the register.”

He grabbed the few stray bottles with his free hand to toss them in the bin, wiped down the bar while you closed up.

He drove the two blocks to your apartment. Once inside you took out your first aid kit while he made himself at home. He’d been at yours hundreds of times, studying, hanging out, or watching movies, but the sight of him kicking off his shoes and sitting down on your sofa warmed you. There was an ease in your friendship, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt it had become a crutch, something you held on to so you wouldn’t have to go any further.

You opened the antibiotic gel, dabbed a little on his scratch. “It’s stopped bleeding, which is good. Let me get a bandage.”

“It’s fine, really,” he smiled up at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “When it gets infected and fills up with pus, do not come to me to take care of it.”

Aemond laughed. “You love all those vet shows where they lance huge abscesses!”

You laughed along with him, but this time, it hurt. Was this it? Was this all you could have with him? Until some girl with more guts than you came into his life and stole his heart?

“What is it?” he asked, aware of something going on in your head.

“Look, Aemond, uh, we’ve been friends for a long time, and I, uh, I just need to say something here.”

* * * * *

This was it, Aemond thought. Either she’d met someone or she was pissed off that he’d hit the guy. She was steeling herself to say something and it just wasn’t going to be good.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted, “I mean, I’m not sorry I hit that fucker, but I am sorry you’re upset.”

“What?”

“Aren’t you angry?”

She looked at him. “No, I’m not angry. I mean, I’m angry at myself because I’m such a fucking moron, but no,” she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb over his cheekbone, smiling at him. “I’m not angry with you. Thank you. Which really makes this much more difficult.”

Nope, it’s not going to be good at all.

“We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Good friends,” he interjected. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded. “And in that time we’ve been through a lot, but sometimes, uh, things change, and change can be difficult, I mean, maybe only one person wants change and the other is just fine the way things are.”

The pool of dread forming in his stomach was growing colder with each second, with each word she spoke.

She’s met someone.

She let out a long breath. “Oof, okay, so I want you to know that however you want to take things is okay with me, I want you in my life no matter what.”

“I will take whatever you give me. You’re the most important person in my life,” he said, “and whatever this guy means to you, I will respect-”

“Huh?”

“I will respect your relationship, and-”

“Aemond, I fucking love you.”

He stared up at her, the knots in his belly refusing to unwind. “As a friend,” he said quietly.

“That, too.” She looked terrified, “but no, that’s not what I meant.” She swallowed. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He hadn’t heard right. He had missed a word somewhere. Some key word that changed the meaning of everything she was telling him.

* * * * *

Oh shit, your worst fears had come true. Aemond was staring at you like you were speaking in a foreign language.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“And, uh, I get it, you don’t feel the same, and I am not going to push or anything. I treasure our friendship, and every-”

He’d stood and wrapped one arm around your waist in the blink of an eye, cradling the back of your head with his hurt hand. His mouth found yours as he turned, pressing you against the wall. You gasped and he deepened the kiss, his lips soft and warm on yours.

Tangled up in each other you made your way to your room as he removed his jacket. You pulled away, seeking reassurance in his gaze. Aemond smiled softly at you, taking your face in his hands. “I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead against yours before you pulled him back down to kiss him again.

In your bedroom, you turned him around so he sat on the edge of the bed while you removed your sweater, while he stared up at you. He whispered your name as you straddled him, clad now in your thin t-shirt and work shorts. “I have dreamed of you,” he said before he slipped his hands under your shirt and began exploring.

You had wanted those big hands on you for a long time, fantasized about those long, elegant fingers, and as he roamed higher up on your sides you raised your arms to let him pull the shirt off. He was so warm against your skin, the heat of him making your head spin. He slipped one bra strap off your shoulder, kissing the indentation left by the strap on your skin before rubbing his cheek against it. “So very soft.”

He repeated the process on the other side while you reached back to undo the clasp. “I’ve always loved how your skin smells,” he murmured against your neck before he cupped one breast in his hand. He lowered his head to take the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You began to squirm and his hands went to your hips, keeping you still while he continued licking and suckling.

“Aemond,” you breathed out, threading your hands through his hair. Each swipe of his tongue sent a spike of pleasure between your legs, and as you rocked against him, you felt him getting harder. “Come here, please.”

He obliged, crawling up until you could yank his shirt off. God, he was gorgeous. You’d dreamed of sliding your hands all over his chest, his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back under your fingers, and now you explored every inch you could. You reached down to the waistband of his jeans and felt him shiver as your fingertips began working the button and zipper.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

You stopped immediately. “What is it? Do you not want to-”

“Yes, of course I want to. I don’t have any condoms on me.”

You reached up, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Aemond. You’re clean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. We’re good.”

He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Are you sure?”

“Aemond, I swear to god-”

“Okay, okay, making sure,” he leaned down to kiss you as he shoved the rest of his clothing down his legs. “Your turn,” he said as he began undoing the fastening on your shorts. You let him pull them and your underwear off, now wishing you’d worn something fancier, lacier, smaller.

* * * * *

Aemond thought there was no more beautiful sight than the one before him. He’d gone from despair to utter joy and now she was looking up at him like he was the world to her. He kissed her again and again, to reassure himself this was real, this was happening, and when she reached down and began stroking him, he nearly came on the spot.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered. Jesus. She was going to fucking kill him, but he’d die a happy man. He guided himself between her legs and began pushing. She was wet and hot and her hips were pulsing up, taking him deeper each time.

He tried to take it slow, ruthlessly containing the desire to snap his hips so that he was fully inside her. She was making little whimpering sounds and he would cut his own throat before he hurt her. Slowly he filled her, and when he pulled his hips back, she moaned, wrapping her legs around him.

He couldn’t help himself, sinking inside her again, the feel of her a lure he couldn’t resist. “God, yes,” he murmured, driving faster. She reached up to kiss him, her hips rolling to meet his every thrust. He felt her nails sink into his shoulders, and she whimpered again. “Aemond, I’m- “ she managed before he felt her start clenching around him. She let her head fall back on the pillow, swooning as the pleasure swirled inside her. He let go, his resolve shot to hell as he let the orgasm overtake him, too.

* * * * *

Damn.

You felt Aemond pull you to his side so he wouldn’t crush you. That had been the most amazing sexual experience of your life. His heart was racing beneath your palm as he cradled you against him.

“Are you cold?” he asked, nuzzling your cheek.

You shook your head, safe and happy in his arms. “Will you stay with me?”

You felt him smile. “As long as you’ll have me.”

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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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Gator Tillman x f/Reader (18+)

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Praise Kink. unprotected sex. Breeding Kink (if you squint) Spanking. Creampie

WC 1930

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Summary: Gator is sick and tired of having to deal with you every single time you are caught shoplifting. He decides to take a different approach to dealing with you.

My head flung back against the seat when I heard it being called in. The biggest pain in my ass has decided to start shoplifting from stores instead of getting a real hobby.

"Gator, since you're close, you deal with it." I wanted to tell dispatch to fuck off, since it always me dealing with her. She always seems to be near where I am when she decides to steal something, but I just said fine, and I drove down the street, and took a left and parked in front of her latest hit.

It's just a mom-and-pop store that belongs to the Swan family. Old man Earl Swan, the owner, is constantly bugging us down at the station. Leaves on the sidewalk, snow taking too long to be removed, teens just walking past his store.

I took my time getting out of my car and walking into the store.

The little bell above the door went off as I opened the door, signalling my arrival. The door was barely closed behind me, and Nancy Swan, wife of Earl, was already bickering at me about how long I took to get there.

"I was coming from another call, Ma'am. Now, where is she?"

"The thief is in our office." She pointed to the door in the back. I didn't bother to thank her, and I could hear her complaining about how rude this generation is.

I opened the office door without even knocking, and I looked around the small room. Earl was standing off to the side, with his arms crossed, staring daggers at the female that was sitting in his chair.

Speaking of her, she looked absolutely bored out of her mind as her head was resting in her hand, and her other hand was strumming her fingers across on his desk. She seemed to perk up when she saw me in the enter the room.

"Good afternoon, Earl. I'll take it from here." The old man looked like he wanted to say something, but he could tell I was in no mood. He left the room quickly.

"Hello, Gator."

"Now, you know it is Sheriff Tillman to you." I told her sternly.

"Oh, come on, Gator, we have known each other for ages." She said to me as I walked around the desk to stand next to her.

"Get up and hold your wrists for me." I started to say the Miranda Rights.

"You can't be serious, Gator." I had enough. I lifted her up by her forearm and turned her around, and placed her arms around her back.

"I have warned you time and time again to stop shoplifting, but you never learn. How many stores you must be banned from in this town before you get it through your thick skull." I spoke to her like I was speaking to a child.

I practically dragged her out through the store, ignoring the smug looks from the Swans. As we got to the street, people stopped and stared at the two of us, already gossiping about her already.

I placed her in the backseat, none too gently, I may add, and slammed the back door shut. I slammed my door shut as well, already fuming at the fact of her wasting my day.

"You know you will have to face the judge for this one." I told her, finally speaking to her after a few minutes of silence.

"I know." She said as she looked out the window.

"I don't think you get it. The old bastard of a judge is a complete asshole. If you were a man, he would slap you on the wrist, but he treats all women like shit ever since his wife left him. Get this through your thick skull, Princess. You. Will. Be. Going. To. Jail." I really emphasized each word, trying to get it through to her.

"Better than this Godforsaken place." I heard her mutter. I slammed on the breaks, got out of the car, and opened her door before she even knew what the hell was happening.

I leaned down so I was face to face with her. "Why do you have to be such a little fucking brat? I am trying to help you here. Do I have to treat you like a child? Do I have to spank you or put you in timeout because every single time you get arrested, you say you will behave, and then we end up right back here." I was seething at this point.

"Hmm, maybe you do have to spank me." I was about to open my mouth to respond, but I had nothing. I knew she was joking, trying to rile me up, but maybe, just maybe, I know how to get her to listen.

I closed her door once more and got in the driver's seat. I turned back around and headed to her place instead of the station.

"Gator, where are we going?" I could hear the slight fear in her voice.

"It is Sheriff Tillman." I said, not even bothering to answer her question.

I pulled in front of her small place and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Her nosey neighbours probably were as I opened the back door and pulled her out of the backseat.

I walked the two of us across the street and dug around her pockets to get her keys. I opened the door, and I pushed her inside her own home.

I knew she lived alone. Both parents gone, her two brothers locked up for multiple reasons. I really thought she would have been the one to be on the straight and narrow out of the three, but she is following in their footsteps.

I looked around, wondering where her bedroom was, but decided to just use her couch instead. I sat down and pulled her down to lay across my lap.

"What the fuck, Gator?" She struggled against my hold, but I held her in place. "I am going to get through to you, one way or another. The regular way isn't working. Now, I am going to use my way.

Before she could ask what my way was, I raised my hand and smacked her ass, making her squeak. "Now that is just a warning smack. I want you to count from here on out."

"I am not a child, Gator."

"Well, stop stealing, and I won't treat you like one. Now fucking count, and if you miss one. We start all over."

◆

We only had to restart once, but by the time I was done, I could only imagine how sore her ass was. She had tears streaming down her face. "Please, no more. I promise to stop."

"Hmm, I don't believe you. Maybe I should could keep going."

"No, please, no. I'll do anything. Please, no more."

"Anything, huh?" She may be a pain in my ass, but she is a hot pain in the ass.

"Anything." She said once more.

"Oh, Princess, you have no idea what you just agreed to."

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Her screams were bouncing off the walls of her small home as I had her bent over the side of her couch, my thick cock stretching out her little pussy as I thrust in and out of her.

The handcuffs long tossed to the side, just like her clothes. I kept my uniform on, just undoing the pants just enough to pull myself out.

My hands were on her hips, pulling her hips back against my hard thrusts as I pounded into her.

"Who knew you just needed to be fucked straight huh? Is this all you need?"

"Yes, Gator. Oh fuck." I slapped her already sore ass.

"Yes, who?" I snarled, wanting her to know who was in charge.

"Yes, Sheriff Tillman."

"That's better, Princess. I am the law, and you better always follow the law."

I pulled out of her, making her whine with the loss of my cock in her pussy. I groaned at the sight of her juices all over my cock.

"Bedroom." Was all I said before I pulled her up to stand on her wobbly legs. "Down the hall, first door on the right."

"Lay in your bed, legs up towards your chest." She ran as fast as she could. I took off my uniform, leaving the clothes as a trail towards her room.

I stood in the doorframe, my hand jerking my cock lazily as I saw that she was in the position I asked her.

"That is my good girl." I praised as I walked towards her. She whined at the praise. So that is what she wants, huh? Let's see if that is true.

I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed back in, slowly. I placed her legs over my shoulders as I needed to see her face.

"Taking me so well. Like you were made for me." I finally bottomed out and I could see her eyes fluttering, just like how her pussy is around my cock.

"That's it, Princess. Now, open your mouth for me. Yes, now keep it open for me, and don't close it until I tell you too."

I moved my hips back slowly. Wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of my cock. I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, but I had to see if she would do exactly what I said.

She kept her mouth open, even as my pace increased. Her gaze was focused on me. I got enough spit, and I spit into her mouth, waiting to see if she would freak out or not, but she kept her mouth open, just like I told her too.

"Swallow." The moment her lips closed and she swallowed, I slammed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. Muttering against her lips about how she was my good girl. My good Princess.

Every single praise that fell from my lips had her moaning into the kiss, and I could tell with how her body was reacting that she was close.

"You gonna cum for me?" I said as I leaned back to increase my pace, never once stopping. I was close too, but I needed her to finish before me.

"I know your close Princess. Come on, come for me and I will give you what you need."

She gave me a confused look, as she arched her back off the bed, as I reached down between our two bodies and started to rub her clit.

"Gonna a fill you up. Gonna watch you swell with my babies. You need some discipline, and I am just the man to keep you in line. You want that, don't yeah?"

One hard thrust and she didn't get a chance to answer as she moaned out my name, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she came all over my cock.

I followed right behind her with how her pussy was choking my cock. I groaned as my cum filled her to the brim.

I pulled out and groaned at the sight of our combined juiced leaking out of her pussy.

"I'll be back later. Keep your door unlocked and be waiting on this bed by 6:20."

"But, I thought."

"No, no need to think, Princess. You are going to start behaving yourself. No more shoplifting."

"Yes, Gator." She softly said.

I got back in my patrol car, with a content smile on my face, knowing that she will be causing no more issues for anyone.

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S2 episode 10 (Journey To Babel) THE BOYFRIENDS ARE GONNA MEET SPOCKS DAD:

- McCoy immediately complaining about dress uniforms. I love him and his short sleeves

- Wait- why is McCoy in Jim’s room while he’s getting ready? I don’t usually use emojis but 🤨

- Spock joins them walking down the hallway so fast. No way he didn’t plan that.

- They do not know it’s his father, do they?

- I love the long dramatic scene of the shuttle coming in with all the redshirts standing around

- Awee he introduces his wife so proudly and then they kiss :)))

- Sarek why are you being mean to your son

- Kirk is sooo surprised

- McCoy is going to love talking to Amanda I can see it

- Damn Spock talk to your mom

- There’s so much drama going on, but it’s all monotone, it’s like downtown abbey

- Kirk immediately hating on the Vulcan academy just cause it could’ve taken Spock away from him

- I would love to eat the food there. It looks so inedible

- Amanda is so proud of her husband. Like fuck yeah he beat that other ambassador in a debate

- McCoy trying to get all the information about Spock that he can, cause he knows this guy will forever stay a mystery if he doesn’t ask

- McCoy is SO HAPPY to hear Spock had a teddy bear

- Damn they just keep kissing RIGHT in front of their son

- OMG SAREK IS SMILING AT HIS WIFE- MY HEART

- I’d like to note the first appearance of Andorians

- “Vulcan I would speak to you.” “It does seem unavoidable.” And “Threats are illogical and payment is usually expensive.” This is where Spock gets his sass

- Kirk shirtless

- “That’s a convient excuse-” Sarek immediately starts dying

- “Spock, I’m sorry about your father.” Kirk’s trying to comfort him

- Kirk realizes Spock won’t admit that he is feeling worried so he does as Spock wishes and carries on with their mission

- It’s an Andorians, isn’t it?

- When your son and his two boyfriends are standing over your hospital bed (one of them is your doctor as well)

- OMG CHRISTINE CHAPEL

- McCoy you should know what Spock’s blood type is.. oh wait I think it’s just cause Spock would not survive losing that much blood

- McCoy not to letting his idiot boyfriend die. Especially by his own hand in his own damn medbay

- Spock is such a bitch when he has a purpose

- The jump cut to Kirk fighting an andorian.. Bones will have to put up with a lot of his idiot boyfriends almost dying in this episode, won’t he?

- Kirk after top surgery- who said that (no I’m not posting a photo of what I’m referring to)

- Amanda saying ‘human’ isn’t a dirty word to Spock is such a healing sentence. LIKE EMBRACE YOURSELF

- Spock’s voice wavering as he talks to his mom

- “And I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.” WHAT. SHE SLAPPED HIM.

- “Now let that be a lesson to you. Just lie there and be happy you’re still alive.” Bones is unimpressed with Jim almost dying

- Shiny bandage on Kirk

- damn this Medbay has no fucking privacy

- The reanimator vibes from McCoy rn are peak

- The old cardio stimulator looks like a fancy stapler

- Okay if they’re not andorian, then who?

- Bones teasing Kirk and Kirk just wants to know if Spock is okay cause he’s in so much pain

- Orions? I should’ve guessed…

- “Emotional, isn’t she?” “She has always been that way.” “Indeed? Why did you marry her?” “At the time it seemed the most logical thing to do.” Spock makes a considering face and Kirk and McCoy look at each other like “we’re gonna marry this guy.”

- Bones trying to keep them in medbay will be like trying to trap a cloud in a jar. He’s so happy to have them in his medbay so he doesn’t have to go to the bridge

That went surprisingly well. The journey has ended but what is our destination? Why, the next episode of course! See you next time :)

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Episode written by D. C. Fontana

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos bones #tos mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #ambassador sarek #amanda grayson

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xsaiya · 6 months

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"Just like THAT." <3

-tags: 18+ MDNI, needy! toji, gn! reader, pet names (slut, mamas, princess, etc.), fingering, big dick toji :3, over-stimulation, titty-play, pussy eating bc yes, dick sucking bc yes, pussy slaps, HEAVY cumming (reader's doing), slight-choking, +more filth, (pls lmk if i miss anything)

-future work: (uppermoon hc's + muzan) (kny) (sfw and nsfw)

-plot: no plot tbh. todays my birthday though :0

-quick notice! : i js wanna note i write for multiple fandoms (ex: kny, bnha, jjk, etc+)

toji is KNOWN for not being gentle in bed, but when he met you, istg he would be so gentle towards you bc he saw you as a piece of shattering glass, but sometimes, just sometimes, he'll be rough with you, and tonight is one of those nights.

toji had came home from work and saw you cooking dinner, you greeted him with a quick 'hello love!' and a beautiful smile, just your face though made him hard. he went behind you, turned off the stove and carried you to the bed, smothering you in neck kisses, his hands roamed all over your body.

and so he could get a better view of your body, he took ALL of your clothes off, revealing your naked body, but he had to give those titties some love before he goes down to ruin your pussy, so he started to pepper some kisses and sucks along your tits, he eventually started to suck and nibble on your nipples, making you whimper.

"M-mmh! S-so goood!" you managed to moan and whimper that out, but after a few minutes, he stopped, which made you complain, but toji had another idea. "hey, since you made me hard, why not suck my dick, hm?" he said while unzipping his pants, taking off his boxers and unleashing that humongous monster shaft of his, "b-but baby, i won't be able to do so-" that was until toji shoved his dick into your mouth, so you kinda had to suck him off, so you did. he let out some occasional whimpers and groans there and there. "mmm, mamas- i'm cumming!" he gripped your hair as he finishes in your mouth, you swallowing it all.

"thanks love, but now I think your beautiful pussy deserves some sucking." after he had said that, he spread your legs wide open before diving his face into your pussy, that's when he started to eat you out, tongue lapping around your pussy, his teeth nibbling on the sweet flesh. a couple of minutes later, maybe around 5-8 mins, you cummed straight into his mouth, he licked off the extra on his lips before he cleaned off his face, then dived his index & middle finger into your sweet drenching hole. you let out a series of moans and moans until you were practically begging for his dick inside of you. "p-please toji! i neeeed your big dick inside a' me, i don't give two fuuckss about your fingers, just dive your dick in, please!"

thats what makes him remove his fingers from your pussy before he flipped you over on your stomach and slamming his humongous shaft into you, you let out a series of 'uhhuhhh's, a-ahhh's!, f-fuck's!' before you were practically screaming it was too much for you. "t-too much a-ahhhh! i-i'm gonna c-cummmm~!" then thats when you cummed, your cum started to even leak out of your pussy and onto your knees about. a couple of minutes later, he cummed hard inside a' you, then he put back his clothes on and continued to make dinner so you didn't have to get up.

but why the fuck did he walk out of the bedroom like it was nothing...

if u can't tell, i love writing fluff.

#i feel so damn embarrassed making this and idfk why ;-;#jjk smut #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #reader x toji #fushiguro x reader #reader x fushiguro #toji x reader smut #reader x toji smut #fushiguro x reader smut #reader x fushiguro smut #:3 #:33333 #-author #darcianz

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Paternity Test

“I think my dad is a demon.”

“Not unheard of.” Carlos, the exchange demonology student, replied.

Liz frowned.

“I'm serious. My mom never talks about him and now there's this weird… spirit thing, following me.”

“Do you feel hot?”

“What?”

“Hot, angry, headaches, skin reddening?”

“No?”

“No signs of a hellspawn then, you're clear.”

“Come on Carlinhos, help me here, you're the only one from that weird magic uni I know.”

Carlos sighed.

“Okay, tell me what happened.”

“It all started 3 months ago.”

I had just arrived home from school. Mother sent me a message saying she wouldn't be home but lunch was in the fridge. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw Mom in the kitchen, frying rice. (my favorite!)

When she noticed me walking in she turned to me with the brightest smile I ever saw on her face. She rushed me to the table saying I should eat my lunch before going to work. And that's when I started to notice some weird stuff.

First of all, her fried rice didn't taste the same. It wasn't bad, but it didn't taste like mom's fried rice.

Second, she would not eat with me, just… stare. It freaked me out. She kept smiling while looking at me, and when I asked if she was going to eat she said:

“Oh no, human food give me stomach aches.”

She said that with a straight face, I didn't know whether to believe she was joking or not.

Once I finished my food she stood up and gently held me by my shoulders. With tears in her eyes she said:

“My daughter, my beautiful daughter.”

Do I need to say that's not something my mother does regularly? She continued:

“I missed you so much.”

And kissed me on the forehead.

It was at that moment I heard the entrance door being unlocked and the distinct voice of my mother saying:

“I'm back early sweety, did you eat already?”

My “mom” froze.

When my real mom finally reached the kitchen, they stared at each other for a moment.

“You again?!” My real mom yelled, throwing the shopping bags on the floor “I told you to leave us alone! Get away! Go! Go!”

She was slapping my “other mom” in the back and rushing her out of the house. I remember the pitiful look on my other mom’s face, she was silent as she left the house.

When I, rightfully, asked my actual mother what the hell just happened, she said we should talk after my shift, so I went to work. When I got home that day, she simply acted like nothing ever happened! She's gaslighting me to this day!

***

“Oh!” Carlos interrupted “Was it that day? The one you were so tired you thought your hand was turning gray while working the coffee machine?”

“Yeah”

“Hm…” he squinted his eyes at her “Crazy, sorry, go on”

***

And then I started to notice weird stuff happening.

First, suddenly I noticed a strange aura on the snake that always follows me around…

***

“Wait, wait, sorry again, the hell you mean the snake that follows you around? Are there even snakes in this region?! Isn't Ireland a snake free country?”

“Yeah, I didn't notice at first, there were plenty of snakes in my hometown, I hadn't realized they weren't common here.”

“And you were not worried that a specific snake followed you around?”

“It wasn't a venomous one, it's a milk snake, cute, like a pet.”

“Holy Shit.”

“Can I?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

“Okay so…”

***

There was this weird aura around it.

Out of nowhere the snake tried to curl around my leg so I grabbed it gently, I looked at its face and I shit you not — I recognized it! The way its mouth stood… it looked like it was smiling, the same smile my “other mother” had at that time!

No need to say I dropped the snake and ran away.

Three days later my math teacher started acting weird as well. You know, don't you? Mr. Walker hates my guts! But suddenly he was being very nice to me. He wouldn't complain about my lateness anymore nor scold me for sleeping in his class. A sudden change of heart was weird but I wasn't complaining. Until I noticed.

His smile. He would always smile at me, with the same smile.

The same as the other mother. The same as the snake.

I wasn't having it.

After school, I cornered him in the parking lot.

“Who are you and what did you do with Mr. Walker?!”

He looked surprised for a moment.

“What do you mean, Miss Ferreira? I'm Mr. Walker.”

“No, you're not.” I rebuked “Mr. Walker can't pronounce my last name for shit. You're not him. What did you do?”

He smiled. The same sly snake-like grin.

“I believe we should discuss this in a place a bit more… private.”

“I'm not going to your fucking second location, you weirdo.” God knows what he had done to Mr. Walker. I wasn't risking it. I watch true crime documentaries, I'm not dumb.

He looked genuinely hurt. Maybe I was being rude. But fuck politeness.

“Maybe you could… choose a place and time? So we can discuss it properly. I swear your teacher is fine.”

He looked pathetic at this point. I was starting to feel bad.

“Okay…” I said and gave him a place and time.

***

We met at a diner. It wasn't late, I had just gotten off work. The sky was gleaming orange on the horizon, streets busy with workers heading home. It was fine. I was fine. I was not nervous. Not a bit.

I wiped the sweat out off my hands as I waited for him.

He showed up. At the exact time we planned. He had the same big smile on his face, it felt… silly.

“I'm glad you chose a more isolated seat,” he said to me and winked, “Let me show you a trick.”

And then the man wearing Mr. Walker's skin suddenly wasn't anymore.

I'll spare you the details of the transformation, but you know how snakes shed their skin? Yeah. That's what happened.

The new… person in front of me was very pale, although their skin had red and black spots all over, very androgynous also, and very lanky. Their hair and eyes were black as the night sky, I could not see their pupils, but I was sure they were slits and I just knew that if I touched their skin it would be cold and damp. The smile was the same though. It felt… comforting, for some reason.

I was shocked of course. And disgusted. Not by their appearance but the “trick” was nauseating to watch.

They grabbed my hands. As I expected, cold and damp.

“Lizzzzz…” they said “I know this is weird, but it's been 17 years and you need to know the truth.”

My mouth dropped to the floor as he said:

“I am your father.”

***

18 years ago, Maria, my mother was living in the Bahian Caatinga. She lived a simple life. Not so good, not so bad. Her parents wanted her to have a good education, so she went to the capital to study biology in college.

Mother had a special interest. Growing up in the caatinga she was used to seeing and handling a fair share of regional snakes. But what most people thought as just a regular inconvenience was her deepest passion.

She loved snakes and would never let her father kill the ones that sometimes sought shelter in her house. She would always hold them carefully and release them back to the wild, leaving the old man to pout and rant “They'll just keep coming back!”.

And that's cute, right? I'm all for helping the local species but… it caused her to receive some… unusual attention.

Suddenly, — no matter where she went — there would always be a snake around. She didn't notice at first, after all, what are the chances? But it was the same snake every time. A male milk snake, very common in the area but, That's weird… she thought, yet, what could she do? Even if she was superstitious, wouldn't that be a good sign anyways?

She got used to it eventually. And everything was normal. At least until St. John's day.

It was during the June holidays. Her village was going all out for the festivities that year: colorful banderoles from pole to pole, stands of all types in the street, the laughter of the children in their costumes filling the air together with the winter smells of corn, peanut, stews and alcohol brought by the cold breeze, the music never stopped, from the sanfoneiros at the plaza to the home speakers blasting all genres of music.

It was night, but the village shone as if the sun had never set.

It was during the festivities that a strange man, who later claimed to be called Conrado, approached her.

Extending his hand he said:

“Care for a danssssssce?”

Oh, he must be nervous, Mom thought, how adorable. And took his hand.

The dancing leads to flirting, and that leads to kissing, and kissing leads to… well, you know.

He promised to go see her the next day, at the cathedral by morning. She accepted, of course, after all, she had to explain that she had a boyfriend in the city… oopsies. But when she went there… there was no man, only that same snake that always followed her around.

And that was when he realized, and oh boy was she pissed.

Seriously? A snake demon?! A STALKER SNAKE DEMON?!

The snake did its best to be understood, to explain itself. But it could not talk, so I guess it didn't work.

What made Mom angrier was the fact that she didn't get her period the month later… neither the next month, nor the nine months that came after. And then I was born.

Years later, when I was… uh… five? she moved to Ireland — the only place with no snakes she could think of — to further her education, claiming I would also be safer here.

It took a while for “Conrado” to find us, most specifically, me. But he is very happy he did. He's been watching over me ever since.

***

“Wait, you said she had a boyfriend back in the city?” I asked.

“Hm? Yessssssss… I didn't mind though…”

“That means I could also be his daughter.”

He gave me a sad look.

“Yessssss but, I feel you aren't…” He looked even sadder. “But you musssst have notisssssssed, right…? That you are different.”

“No. I didn't.”

Was my skin a little weird? Yes, but I'm a teenager. Do I have some speech impediments related to s and z sounds? Yeah, but lots of people have it too! Was my sense of smell stronger? Yeah, but that's not out of this world. Was I a bit stronger than normal for my build? Yeah, well actually no, y’all are just a bunch of wimps.

He looked at me with the saddest expression I ever saw on a man, he looked… pathetic. Exactly my mom's type, that I can't deny.

“Okay, then…” he sighed, “but if you notice something… anything, you can call me, alright? I'm staying in the woods next to your house, just scream into a tree and I'll find you.”

He was about to leave, but then realized something and turned back to me.

“Also, take this,” he handed me a rock with a hole in the middle “You might not be my daughter, but I still want Maria's kid to be safe.” aw

And he left.

***

“And that’s it.” Liz finished her story with a sigh. “He can’t be my real dad, right? I would have noticed it…”

“Liz,” Carlos said in a deep voice “Did you notice that you didn’t blink a single time in this conversation?”

“What?”

“And that your hands and arms have camouflaged themselves on the table?”

“What?!” Liz looked down and sure thing, the color of her hands was completely changed, blending in with the table. Liz's mouth was on the floor.

“Also, everyone thinks I am enrolled at a regular university, no “weird magic uni”, for the institution is spell protected.”

Liz was flabbergasted “Then how? I…?”

“Only special humans or magical beings are able to know the truth about the university.”

“...”

“You should call your dad.” Carlos said “Also, you're almost finishing high school, right? I think you'll be getting an email soon…’’

“I… don't I need to apply first?’’

“The mystic arts university works differently, it's more like they come for you, no application needed.”

“I… I'll get going.” Liz stumbled.

Needless to say, a certain snake was very happy that evening. And feelings aside, Liz could not help to feel relieved to have a uni waiting for her already, admission exams were such a pain in the—.

#original #mystical uni shenanigans #writeblr #writing

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Namor x F Reader I don't own the character First time writing Description Establish Relationship Reader has had a bad day like A REAL BAD DAY NAMOR CONFORTS YOU. Hurt/Confort. Sorry for spelling errors Warning violence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" you screamed at the ocean you screamed until your throat went raw the tears streaming down your face you had had a real bad day first you got into a nasty fight with your dad with him calling you all sorts of horrible names and throwing things around the house. All you did was tell him to keep the toilet seat dry after using the restroom. You left before the tears could fall.

Afterwards you had to go to work at the local restaurant and to your horror you were working with the terror twins Mandy and Karen they would make you do all the work while they themselves doing the bare minimum and made your job many times harder than it had to be. You tried to complain to the manager but the manager was constantly stoned out of his mind.

And today they must hae been in a real Bitchy mode spilling dirty food on you and calling you names under their breath. And the customers were no better the heat wave was making everyone short tempered you lost count how many customers yelled at you for things out of your control. It but it wasn't till the restaurant closed up that it really got bad you were taking out the trash when they cornered you Mindy grabed your hair and pulled you to the ground and when you tried to get up Karen gave you a kick to the stomach knocking the air was out of your lungs and keeping you grounded but it wasn't over Mandy got you to your feet only for Karen to give you a backhanded slap knocking you to the ground you tasted blood. You tried to fight but it was two against one and they were much bigger than you. You are 5'0 these girls are 5'8 there was no way you would win. The beating felt like it lasted hours but in reality it was no more than ten or so minuites according to your phone. You were hurting but you forced yourself to your bike and made your way to the beach your safe space you would come here everytime you felt like your emotioins were too much to handle or just wanted to be alone and sing it was secluded and hard to get to.

It was also here where you meet him.

Your Kukulkan you met him a few years ago The moon was beautiful you came here because you wanted to sing and play your guitar without being seen you had just a finished a song when you heard some clapping that spooked you you turned around and saw him emerging from the sea Dark hair, Beautiful Caramel skin covered in jewels with wings at his ankles you thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

" That was beautiful" He said " Thank you i wrote it myself" you blushed you never herd someone compliment your singing before your shyness prevented you from singing infront of people "i'm Y/n what is yours" you asked " My people call me Kukulkan but my enemies call me Namor are you an enemy? He asked with a menacing tone getting closer. Out of instinct you stepped back clutching your guitar to you chest "No... I am not i've got no reason to be." you said back unsure on what else to say.

"As you say you have no reason to be do not be afraid i was swiming near by and heard singing i did not mean to frighten you. You have a lovley voice," Namor says his whole demeaner changed he sits himself down hoping you do the same and you do and you begin talking he tells you about Talokan and himself and the marine life it was fascianting to learn and you told him about your life your mom died when you were young she loved to sing so you do to to keep her memory life. How your dad sucks and you are waiting to graduate University so you can go away and never come back you tell him about your dreams of going to medical school and becoming a doctor and fears which suprised you. you had never told anyone this and yet here you were telling it to a man you just met a complete stranger but you coudn't deny there was something about him that made you feel safe like it was gonna be okay it felt warm and before you realized. It was starting to get late and you need to go home because you had class in the morning. "will i see you again?" Kukulkan asked with hopefull tone, you couldn't help but smile "How about tomorrow night?" You responded Kukulkan Just nods "until tomorrow" he says and then you part ways.

True to your word you return the next night and meet him again many times you bring your homework and notes so you can study a bit and you would talk about your classes and what you were learning it never seeamed to bore him instead he seemed quite interested he would ask questions and help you study by asking you questions from the books but he would make sure there was time for play because all work and no play is not good he would bring you gift like shells and pearls you tried to refuse but he would give you puppy dog eyes and you would always relent He taught you his lanuage and told you things he had never told other people. And before you knew it you had falllen in love with him.

You remembered the first time you kissed him it was after seeing the results of a very difficult exam that you were so caughted up in your joy you just kissed him which supprised you. You imediatly backed away unsure of what to say or do with one hand he just gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him and the other one he put around your waist pulling you closer and slowly as to not scare you without breaking eye contact he kissed you and you felt your nerves go haywire and you deepened the kiss it was the first night he made love to you and oh how you felt loved for the first time in a long time you felt loved you felt seen.

You smiled at the memory it was one of your favorites.

At this point you had sat yourself down your head on your knees and you were just sobbing so hard your body was shaking you didn't hear foot steps rappidly approach.

He was on his way when he heard your cries and immidiatly rushed and what he saw made his heart stop Bruises covered your ams and legs He gently knelt by you and tried to get your attention "In yakunaj! Ba'ax tuukul a.Ba'ax ku yuuchul? Ba'ax uuch" ( My love! what's the matter? what's wrong? what's happened) He had never seen you in such a state he placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up. Kukulkan frozed your face had brusies a black eye a busted lip. You didn't say anything you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed and sobbed. Kukulkan wrapped his arms around you and just held you whispering sweet nothings after a while your sobs quited but the shaking didn't.

"In Yakunaj paakat in" (my love look at me) Kukulkan said concern in his voice "Maax beet le ba'ala?" ( who did this).He tells you his voice like iron. And you just spilled everything by the end you were crying not as hard as before but it didn't matter seeing tears was not something Kukulkan liked to see not now not ever. "shhh my love it is okay i'm here i'm here, i'm sorry im so sorry you had such a bad day i should go and kill those three for daring to hurt you. It is unforgivable" Kukulkan's voice was hard he was trying to keep his rage in. The only thing stopping him was that you were still in his arms shaking in distress and he was not gonna leave you until you were fully calmed down even then he might not go yet.

"N-o-o don't they are unworthy as much of assholes they are they don't deserve it" you tell him as much as the idea sounds amusing you knew it was wrong " Just hold me please " Your voice breaking Kukulkan is quick to shush you and does as you say he holds you tight like you might slip away at any moment when you have fully calmed down he gently strips your clothes off and sees the extent of the injuries you suffered he is angry for the brusies are everywhere. But he puts his anger aside and just focuses on kissing the bruises he redresses you and gently picks you up and goes to an outcropping of rocks where the both of you will be more conceled from prying eyes grabs the blanket that you left there a while ago wraps you up and just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms he longs to take you to Talokan away from here but he saves that question for another day right now he just holds you

#namor x reader #kukulkan x reader

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 7 months

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And Now, the Long Awaited; Cataganda!

“Ferncloud is a cat who decided early on in her adulthood that she wants to stay in the nursery den taking care of children, and also having a number of children herself - making her akin to a kindergarden teacher and kind of a stay at home mom at the same time The fandom opinion of her is a lot better than it used to be, but back then people viewed her and characters like her who chose this instead of the regular work as lazy, selfish, good for nothing because they werent participating much in hunting, gathering or fighting (+the occasional mysogyny), the fandom viewed them as taking from the capable and stuff. For Ferncloud this got even worse due to the fact that she had multiple litters of children herself, which resulted in people calling her a 'the baby making machine' and viewed her as such instead of as a character. This got so bad it convinced one of the writters to straight up kill her off, saying ''she has had it too good''. Suprisingly, when a male character (Fernsong) decided that he wanted to take the role of a den dad, noone thought of him as lazy or anything afaik, but that is a more recent matter"

“Oh god where do you even START with leafpool? Ill try to make this as brief as possible but essentially, Leafpool is a medicine cat (a doctor and a religious figure at the same time, able to talk to cat heaven). One of the rules of medicine cats is that they are not allowed to have children, but because the authors wanted to sprinkle in some drama and hetero romance, she had a brief thing with a guy from another clan (which the cat heaven encouraged her to do and was ok with at the time), which resulted in her getting pregnant. This resulted in her having to give her children up to her sister (which was also encouraged by the cat heaven) and having to watch them grow without her. Eventually it gets found out, and she is punished for this by having her rank be stripped away from her and being publicaly humiliated (and almost being poisoned by her daughter), though the guy she had the fling with basically gets a slap on the wrist and then gets a promotion and gets to stay with his new wife without any humiliation or anything. Leafpool eventually manages to get her rank back though. Later on after some stuff happens she dies in a fight alongside her sister, and the cat heaven is suddenly pissed at her for breaking their dumb as shit rule to the point that they declare a trial for her to see if she is worthy of cat heaven or cat hell. She manages to get into heaven but notbefore getting more humiliated. A trial like this barely ever happens and characters who have done much MUCH worse things then her never went through it and got into heaven without any problem (for example Ashfur who litterally attempted to kill 3 children in a fire because their mother didn't want to be with him yet gor into kitty heaven no problemo bc apparently he just 'loved too much') And there's more to be said but thats mostly of the specific parts i havent read so Anyway i think that Leafpool should be allowed to be pissed off and fight cat heaven and god for what it did to her”

“Basically she (Squirrelflight) is a character that some parts of the fandom love to be misogynistic towards because. Uh. She thinks that sometimes doing the good thing even if it means breaking the rules is a good and necesary thing (the same thing that her dad was very very much known for and done multiple times earlier in the series yet noone complained about it)? Which she gets redicilously punished for by her shitty husband who is also her boss? To the point she is treated as a uncapable child and demeaned constantly by him? And then she gets viewed as abusive as him because she sometimes can try to stand her ground against him and isnt a completely helpless victim 24/7? Oooo what an evil woman”

“In her book she had an illegal crossclan relationship and got pregnant with illegal halfclan kits. Now the big issue with that was that their current deputy (second in command/next in line to rule) was going to retire soon, and she was one of the candidates. The other was Thistleclaw, her brother in law. She did not like him, thought he was violent (he was), and did not want him to be next to rule the clan. In fact he encouraged his apprentice/student to beat up a kitten who was on the border.

"The kit squealed in agony. "Show it your teeth Tigerpaw," Thistleclaw goaded. Tigerpaw sunk his teeth into the kit's shoulder..." He literally once said "It's too easy to invade. Too many invaders. Only fear will keep them out. We must mark our borders with the blood of our enemies."

Her kits being halfclan wasn't known, so that wasn't a problem. What was was that she had young kits. At one point she is allowed by her leader Sunstar to go to the gathering despite her nursing kits. If he doesn't usually let nursing cats go to the gathering, he's definitely not going to make one deputy. When he found out she's pregnant he said "I had hoped that one day you'd follow in my paw steps, but StarClan seems to have a different path for you." He made it clear that he would now choose Thistleclaw.

Their religious healer Goosefeather insists that she needs to be deputy instead of Thistleclaw. He said "If Thistleclaw becomes deputy, it will be the end of ThunderClan." And "But these kits will drown in blood like the rest of their clanmates unless you act." As medicine cat, he's able to speak with StarClan (their ancestors) and recieve prophecies from them. So what he says isn't just intuition, it's also backed up by visions of the future (he's also uniquely able to see the future).

Speaking of visions, she has one about Thistleclaw: "Something dark and sticky was flowing down his pelt. Blood! Thistleclaw was drenched in blood. It oozed from his fur and dripped from his whiskers, staining the snow around him scarlet. ... She caught Goosefeather's eye, and he nodded. He'd seen it too. A vision of ThunderClan's path if Thistleclaw was to lead them."

Because of all of this, she decides to give her kits up and bring them to their father to raise. It's a tough decision, but the future of her clan is at sake. It's also winter, which means that when she makes the journey one of her kits freezes to death. She feels terrible about it (and about lying that a fox took them), but Goosefeather insists that it was the correct code, and she gets the deputyship. When she gets it, her leader says that he chose her over Thistleclaw because "...I don't want my clan to be led into endless fighting. Our borders are strong enough without being marked over and over again in blood." He was also worried about Thistleclaw's violence, but still would have chosen him if she was still nursing.

When she gets the nine lives of a leader from StarClan, her sister (speaking for StarClan and with their knowledge) says "...our clan walks a safer path now." And "You were chosen long ago, and StarClan has never regretted its choice."

All of this goes to say that she made the right choice. Even their ancestors (who can see into the future) agree with her choices, and that she is the right leader. However, a lot of the fandom does not agree. I've been into these books since 2008, and been in the fandom on many sites. Bluestar is a controversial character, and two of those reasons are for giving up her kits, and distrusting Thistleclaw. In text it is explicitly said and shown multiple times that she made the right choices, and that Thistleclaw would have been a violent leader, and yet people don't agree.

People will say that Sunstar totally would have made her deputy even when she was nursing kits (despite that being false in the books) and therefore her giving up her kits was pointless. They'll say that she should have gotten her kits to their father without riding their lives. Anyone she told may have reported her, and she definitely would never have been deputy then. And she told their feather that she'd meet him that night. If she waited for a night with better weather, he probably wouldn't meet her, which would be worse for the kits.

Then a lot of people defend Thistleclaw, saying that we don't actually have proof that he was violent/would be a bad leader, and that Bluestar just didn't like her sister's mate. He encouraged Tigerpaw to attack a small kit, and it probably would have led to the kit dying if she hadn't stepped in. He attacked a cat who was on their side of the border, but was alone and had an excuse, and may have killed him if she hadn't stepped in. Goosefeather - who had visions of the future - repeatedly insisted that Thistleclaw was dangerous, and that the prophecy he'd had about her meant that it was her job to stop him. Yes he has been wrong before, but that was interpreting one omen, and that wasn't a drawn out thing. Finally, their ancestors agreed that she'd done the right thing! In later books they do absolutely have flaws and are often wrong, but that's later! There's nothing to say that they were wrong this time. And yet I've seen a lot of Thistleclaw apologism and people hating and blaming Bluestar. It's been over a decade of me seeing people say these same things.”

“Mapleshade is one of the extremely few female villains in warriors and is arguably the first one, but her actions that people debate more about are more morally messy in what got her sent to cat hell (since all the characters here are cats) as she was avenging her dead children by killing those she believes were responsible for their drowning after she tried to cross a flooded river after being chased from home. Despite the mixed mortality of her story she's been extremely vilified, especially in comparison to other characters in her story, or seen as a completely justified. There's a lot of divide over her, especially in older days of the fandom where most either loved or despised her. Some of the fandom that loves her sees her as a innocent kitty who was never wrong for seeking revenge and deserves to kill everyone else involved which screws her character over in the other direction. I've seen multiple times her being called many derogatory comments and swears with people misinterpreting her story to surprising degrees. For example, at the beginning of her book, we learn quickly that Mapleshade pregnant with the children of anothet cat she is in a secret relationship with a cat who lives in a different colony and is very enamoured by him and slightly possessive. I've seen people state that she baby-trapped her partner in this instance. They are both completely normal cats living in the forests in a rather normal relationship. I've also seen other people directly state that she was completely justified in all her murderers, and believe she should have murdered the innocent pregnant women she wanted to kill. Her character has been so heavily misinterpreted by both making her a completely evil killer and a justified avenger who did nothing wrong.”

“Squirrelflight can’t do so much as breathe the wrong way both in-universe and within fan perception of her/the series. Her mate, Bramblestar, is manipulative and even abusive in canon (mind you, none of this is treated as bad in canon and Bramble is portrayed as a good guy except when the ghost of Squilf’s evil ex takes over his body for a while but that’s a whole other thing). Bramble fans will tell you she deserves it for being “just as bad.” Which… no. Someone going behind their abuser’s back on occasion or arguing with them a few times isn’t equivalent to that person constantly berating them and manipulating situations just to argue with them. Oh yeah so real quick about the shitty ghost ex thing. Ashfur is a cat incel basically and while this part of the fandom has died down over the years there were definitely people back in the day who thought they should be together even though when he was alive he threatened to kill her and her adopted children all bc she wouldn’t date him and he wouldn’t get over it, just because “waaah his manpain and angst.”’

“Ferncloud was not vilified as much as the fandom wanted her dead in the past. For having children. Warriors cats is very msogynistic series despite the writing team being all women as far as I know. Female characters rarely get nuance and they either die young or eventually become a mother for seemingly no reason. Ferncloud was notable in that she became a mother very young and had her first litter of kittens shortly after becoming a warrior which is the equivalent of high-school graduation in warrior cats with her mate, who has been an adult for 90% of her life. Throughout Ferncloud's life she had three litters of kittens, with 4/7 surviving to adulthood. This is not an unusual number of total kittens for real cats and most couples in warriors have 2-5 children. Ferncloud herself was born into a litter of 4 kittens and her granFernclouddmother had 5 kittens across 3 litters depending on if you believe the retcons. Despite the normalcy of this in the series itself Ferncloud has been heavily referred to as a baby factory, both jokingly and derogatorily and many people calling her lazy and unskilled as well since she chosen to be a permeant resident of the nursery and help bring up other cats kittens after having her first litter. The complaints eventually lead to a lot of people saying she should die and stop having children. Later the authors commented the reason she was killed off was because of all the dislike towards her from fans. Her treatment from the fandom literally got her killed off.“

#warrior cats propaganda #warrior cats #the bluestar propaganda was how I found out about the character limit btw :)

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annaraebananawriter · 11 months

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Hi, I'm just about to go to bed but I thought of yet another little fanfic idea I thought I'd share with you all before I forget--

A few centuries ago, in a remote village, there lived two brothers, Dream and Nightmare. Their mother cared for them, and she was the unofficial leader of the village, too. However, when the boys were young, around 6ish, their mom died. The village, feeling lost, looked to them for guidance, though the adults shortly realized they were far too young to lead. The villagers took it upon themselves to teach the young boys and train them.

They quickly found that Dream excelled in making sure everyone was fed and cared for, all the making of a strong and good leader. Meanwhile, Nightmare excelled in any kind of scholarly area, acing tests and flying through books. The villagers discussed the boys frequently, and most of the adults favored Dream over Nightmare, finding his social butterfly personality charming, while his brother’s tendency to stay tucked away in the house reading a bit frustrating. A leader couldn't keep their head in a book and take good care of their village, after all.

So, slowly, they gave the important lessons to Dream, busying Nightmare with test after test, gradually marking lower and lower to make him focus on getting the grades up, all in hopes of keeping from getting suspicious as to why Dreams lessons were far longer than his were. And why did Dream walk out of the lessons with such different homework than his? It looked far more wordy, too complex to be for school. The teachers never gave him much answer when he asked: "Dream simply outgrew the regular schoolwork."

Nightmare, used to being the academic one, grew worried about his place in this village. Mother always said he would be a great person to go to regarding decisions for the villages' problems one day. She taught him to have pride in how smart he was. But these teachers marked him low, made him feel stupid, chiding him on taking too long to answer a question, for getting too excited and rambling on, all because he recognized the subject matter from a book ge read the other day.

At first, he tried hard to get his teachers to see him, to tell that he was smart, too, just like Dream. He deserved the special lessons, too. But the longer this went without notice, the longer the teachers dismissed him, and the more time the manor halls were empty and he was alone, waiting for Dream to get out of lessons, he grew tired of trying. He stopped doing his schoolwork and stopped participating, which only made the teachers madder. The teachers told him to quit acting like a baby and do the work they gave him or waste away into nothingness. Nightmare, angry because they still didn't understand, yelled back about how he didn't see a point to work if he didn't get recognition for it. The teachers didn't take this kindly--in fact, they slapped him for it.

Stunned, Nightmare could only listen as the teacher berated him for being so selfish. From then on, he kept to himself, and he played the part the adults wanted him to play. All while nursing a stirring jealousy and bitterness as he watched Dream step into a position of leadership, hours upon hours of work and work, most of the time away from the manor.

Dream, on the other hand, was shaped for leadership and nothing else. He was taught to put the village above himself, above Nightmare, above anyone he might love. The teachers told him a leader wanted the best for his people, and the best was always everything you could give and more. When he transitioned from schoolwork to village work, he's unsure, but it was not a sudden change; he looked over his work one night and had a slow realization that this was not the schoolwork his brother was getting, no, it was something far more important. And he never got a break from this work, not like his brother did. It just piled on and on, more problems appearing the minute he solved one.

One day, he complained about this workload, saying it made his head spin. He had had so little sleep that the ceiling seemed to dance around his head. This day, the teachers had apparently been in a bad mood, for while they would normally laugh and gently chide him, this day they screamed: "Leaders do not rest until all of their village's problems are satisfied. You do not get to rest until we say you can. You do not deserve to." Needless to say, this woke Dream up well, and he apologized quietly and said he would do better.

Trapping this as a lesson in his head, Dream changed. He accepted his leadership position with no complaints, throwing himself into his workload in hopes of getting done fast enough to still make it home in time to eat supper with Nightmare--he rarely made it. Taught to be selfless, nothing more than a tool used to better the village, Dream lost himself, the lines of who he was and who his teachers wanted him to be blurring.

Dream also hid away a spek of jealousy as he watched him brother lounge on the couch at home, reading all day long. It seemed like he was so free, able to do as he pleased. He was free to be himself and nothing more, not expected to be something untouchable, something immovable, invincible.

Both brothers envied the other; Nightmare for how loved Dream was, Dream for how free Nightmare was.

Eventually, all the time away from home, away from his brother, wore on Dream. He messed up more and more, too distracted by the ache of missing Nightmare, and the villagers noticed. They snapped at him to pay attention. In secret, they planned. Nightmare was distracting their leader, and if this continued, their village would be ruined. They planned to fix this by getting rid of the distraction for good.

Nightmare's sickness started as a cough. It lingered and lingered and drove him mad. He grew feverish, too, barely able to get out of bed some days. And it all came to a head when Drema returned one night to his brother passed out on the floor of his room, blood dripping out of the mouth. The doctors could do nothing, leaving Dream anxious and Nightmare bedridden.

Dream, unable to take the tragic news that his brother could not be helped, searched and searched for his own cure. He came up with nothing--until. He saw in a book, a dusty old thing hidden away in Mother's library, writings about creatures in the woods around the village that are rumored to grant a wish of any kind. Even to cure and uncurable disease.

Hopeful and desperate, forgoing the warnings of the book to not make deals with beings you cannot trust Dream snuk away during the night and pleaded with the creatures to save his brother: "I just want to see him smile, please. I will do anything for you, be anything for you, just please save my brother."

And the creatures did.

But not in the way he wanted.

Nightmare died the next day. And Dream, overwhelmed with grief, shut the manor gates and ignored all attempts the villagers made to fet him out, no matter how much they yelled and threatened. He hoped he might wither away, join his twin in death, but he never did. Even though he did not eat or drink for years. Turning his anger towards the damn creatures that caused this, he stumbled back to the forest after decades of hiding out, and he screamed at them: "This was not the deal!"

"Wasn't it?" The creatures replied, "You said you would be anything. So be someone we can talk to for years to come. We gifted you, you see. You can learn so much from us and us from you."

"I asked you to save my brother. I told you to make me see him again."

"And you will. We just never said when."

Dream heads back to the manor, still shaking from anger. But sure enough, around winter, he finds a small child in the woods, abandoned and about to die of hypothermia. Taking pity, he brings the child home and cares for it until it is well.

When the child wakes up, he asks him his name.

The child blinks. "My name is Nightmare."

(Basically: In this AU, Dream and Nightmare are cursed so that one of them is immortal and the other one reincarnates, and the one who reincarnates always stumbles into the immortal ones life, and yet always dies young.

Dream watches his brother die over and over, having to rebuild their brothership from the ground up because Nightmare doesn't remember him when he comes back.)

#undertale au #utmv au #dream sans #nightmare sans #dreamtale #dreamtale au #i am so sorry if this is messy #as said #i am about to go to bed #i will come back later and explain more if i can #maybe clean some things up #but let me know what you giys think!#goodnight!!

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