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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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What do the Tsukinami brothers and Kino do when you cry ?

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Carla : The blood-red moon stood high in the night sky above the home of three brothers and their guest. How long had it been since she had landed with them? It seemed to be forgotten just as quickly as the moon that kept coming and disappearing. With each night, not only the hours seemed to pass, but also her actual destination. She only wanted to stay for a short time and then move on to another stop and yet it had now been many full moons. While the lady saw this rather critically, the two brothers seemed to find it rather pleasant. The heartbeat of the human woman seemed to be a wake-up call in the infinite silence of their house. Not to mention the bewitchingly attractive smell of blood that emanated from her. There had never been any violence and yet she was sure that she could always feel their eyes on her. But this was not the reason why she went towards Carla's room with a few school books and exercise books. She just needed help with her homework this time and since Shin seemed to have found pleasure in teleporting away just before she had him, she had no choice but to go to Carla. She had deep respect for the old vampire. Even if she did not deny that she liked him very much. There was something about him that attracted her on so many different levels. When she arrived at his door she knocked but got no answer. A muffled cough pierced the wood and made her wonder. ,,Carla?" she asked, but again received no answer. Carefully she grasped the doorbell and pushed it down before stepping into the room. Horror was in her eyes when she saw the chaos. It was as if someone had bumped into everything in a fit and torn out all the things and broken them. But what made her heart ache was the sight of Carla kneeling in the middle of the mess and coughing. ,,Carla!" she said hastily and stepped towards him. ,,Stay...away!" he hissed so coolly and threateningly that for a moment she was truly afraid of him. Only when he looked at her did she see the deep red eyes flashing out from under the light lashes. She felt the desire to help him. ,,Let me help you," she said and tried to walk towards him. But before she could take a second step, her books were suddenly torn from her hands and he set them on fire with his power. ,,I said leave!" he shouted and she heard the struggle in his voice. The fear of his Endzeit and the rejection hurt her. She said nothing but the tears that had come to her eyes showed him as a silluette. ,,I'm sorry," she said before running out of the room. Leaving a pained Carla alone, looking sadly at the ashes of the books.

She didn't know if it was hours or minutes that had passed. Tears were still running down her cheeks from despair. I only wanted to help you she thought bitterly and sniffled. She winced as there was a sudden knock at her door. ,,May I come in," she heard Carla's voice. ,,Yes," she said so softly that it was almost a whisper, even though the vampire had heard her. Only a blink of an eye later, Carla was standing beside her bed, holding something behind his back. ,,What...do you want?" she asked, wiping away her tears. Her face showed surprise when the older man suddenly knelt down in front of her and held out the new books. ,,Please forgive me Y/n...I was too reluctant to accept your help. I didn't want you to see me like this, please forgive me " he said and looked down in shame. Hesitantly she picked up the books and saw that he had bought her a new one. ,,I was scared...but it's fine, I'll stay with you next time " she said resolutely and pulled him into a hug. ,,Thank you Carla" she said softly and she felt the cool hand stroking her back for a moment. For a moment he seemed to be cured of Endzeit by his feelings for her.

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Shin : It was night, but the bright white stars were hidden by the many clouds. Only the blood-red moon shone high in the sky. The Tsukinami's home was quiet, as it almost always was. But only their human guest was awake and in the process of packing her bags. She knew it was time to go when she couldn't even remember her arrival, it had been too long. And yet it couldn't have been more than a few months at the most, could it?

How long had she been here under the roof of the two Tsukinam brothers Carla and his younger brother Shin. She liked them both, the one calmer and the younger one more excited. But they were both always friendly to her in their own way. But she didn't know if she could live a life surrounded by them. She just wanted to go out. But they had warned her that there would be dangers out there. Especially for a human woman like her. She had only taken their concern half seriously. What could be out there but a few animals. She put the last piece of clothing in the suitcase before closing it and leaving her room. From there she went into the main hall and pulled a letter out of her bag. A short explanation of where she was going and when she would be back. It's time to go she thought and was about to open the door when it closed again with a hard jerk. Surprised, she looked behind her and saw a confused and uncertain looking Shin. ,,What are you doing?" the older man asked, sounding unhappy. ,,I'm going outside...I appreciate everything you've done but I've been here too long," she said, looking at the letter in confusion. But instead of a good word, she heard the click of the lock closing the door. ,,Shin, please open the door," she said and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she envied their powers, but he only came closer and crossed his arms before snatching the suitcase from her hand in the blink of an eye. ,,Hey, give it to me, I'm not a prisoner!" she said indignantly at his rather childish and unreasonable behaviour. ,,You can't go out, not at night, it's too dangerous," he said and wanted to leave again. ,,Not today! When then, how many times have you said that?" she said, upset, fear and hopelessness spreading through her heart. ,,I'll say it so many times until you understand it's dangerous out there...let's play something...a little distraction" he tried to convince her and smiled at her. In the past she would have said yes and fallen for that grin but now. She just wanted to leave. She shook the door but it did not budge. ,,Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her vision blurred by the tears that were slowly forming. ,,You have no idea," he replied more quietly. Disappointed and hurt, she shook the door one last time before she went past him crying, trying to come to terms with her fate.

But her will was not broken, instead she seemed to be waiting for the next attempt. It was a risky attempt. But she did not want to stay here. Not after the way she had been treated. Tying the varnish of her bed together and attaching it to her balcony, she climbed down in a situation she would never normally do. Only when she reached the bottom did she exhale shakily from the exertion and brief fear. She looked around and yet all she saw was the forest around her and the moon. ,,It's...peaceful," she murmured before she started to move away from the house. She didn't understand what was wrong with Shin, everything was fine. Only when she went further into the forest and heard several cracking noises in the wood did she stop. An animal ? she asked herself and looked around uncertainly. Only when she heard rapid fluttering noises did she look up. Six large bats were apparently flying above her as if they were watching her. That was what she wanted to do, but when she heard a growl and howl behind her, she flinched. A wolf jumped out of the darkness and stood protectively in front of her. ,,Shin," she said, pleased and yet still stunned. The bats fluttered above them for a moment before Shin began to snap at them. Only then did the six vampires seem to retreat. ,,Thank you," she said weakly as she realised the danger of the situation. ,,I didn't want to lock you up, I just wanted to protect you," said Shin who had turned back. ,,I should have explained...I'm sorry," he said, his eye showing guilt. ,,You could have left me to them...but you didn't, thank you," she said before Shin suddenly pulled her into a tight hug. ,,How about I show her the forest now, scaredy-cat?" he said teasingly and was already back in his wolf form. But only to hide the expression of happiness that she was doing well.

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Kino : The believed illegitimate son of the vampire king meeting what began as a mere coincidence quickly became an intimate friendship. A creature and a human woman an unusual duo among the many other species. But it did not bother either of them. They had each other and that was a good thing. But besides the goal of becoming vampire king, he seemed to want to make everyone who had made him suffer in his life suffer as well. A habit she found hard to resent. But what she felt was an unfair choice. His powers were enormous, some rumoured they were even equal to Karlheinz. She herself had never seen said she was only human and even if Kino had already drunk from her she knew that she still knew little of the vampires. Which is why she relied on Kino to protect her and she helped him to get closer to his goal. As it always seemed in this new world for them, the blood-red moon shone brightly in the sky. It shone through the large windows of the dwelling. It shone on her and bathed her in a dark red as well. Her gaze wandered over the landscape before she heard the creaking of wooden thieves behind her. ,,Ki-" she was about to say his name when she turned around and saw the familiar blue eyes of a blond man. ,,You?" she said, confused, as she recognised Shu, whom she had stumbled across in the course of her journey. Also an acquaintance by chance and yet she liked the sleepy blond he had helped her to find her way around. ,,Not so loud, I-" he was about to explain when he was suddenly thrown against one of the huge walls by an invisible force. The blond gave a pained hiss and Y/n was about to run to him when Kino stood in her way. She saw the disgust in his eyes. ,,He's not worth it," the stronger one said and saw the horrified expression in the human woman's eyes. ,,Kino, he is not evil, he helped me!" she tried to appeal to him. But Kino only shook his head. ,,No, he's not like me, he's beneath me, he's like that scum back then," he said angrily and she knew what he had to suffer in his youth. Her gaze went to Shu who had stood up again in the meantime. Emotions overcame her and tears welled up in her eyes. ,,Kino, please let him go," she pleaded as she saw the stronger Shu hurl him aside again. Only when she grabbed Kino's wrist and tried to pull him towards her did she feel a pain in her shoulder. She realised only when she was on the ground that he had pushed her away with considerable strength. Only gradually did he seem to realise what he had done. ,,Y/n... I" he tried, but by then she had already risen to her feet and saw that Shu had used this moment to disappear. ,,Leave me," she said and wiped away her tears. A few days had passed since the incident and she felt the disappointment and discomfort inside her. Once again she stood in the large room. The walls were still riddled with the cracks and dents of the impact, but Shin had cleaned up with his powers. It was only when she heard the vampire's footsteps and turned to face him that she knew it was him. ,,What do you want?" she asked, her tone disappointed. The older one seemed almost overtaken by the situation. Before he suddenly said, ,,I'm sorry...I-I should have listened to you". She raised an eyebrow but when she saw him looking down in shame and regret at his upset state, she knew he meant it. ,,I know what you have been through, Kino. But please try to understand just because you are more powerful doesn't mean you automatically have to fight him," she explained, almost feeling like she was talking to a stubborn child. Who doesn't get his lollipop because he teased. ,,Okay...I'll try," he said and crossed his arms. ,,I didn't mean to push you away," he added and for a moment he seemed more agonised. ,,It's okay...it's going to be okay," she said and took his hand in hers. ,,I mean, we still have a goal," she joked and all at once he hugged her. His face was illuminated by the red moon and covered the slightly rosy cheeks he got. By the forgiveness of his dear friend.

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boiohboii · 10 months

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LMAOOO THIS WITH THE LECLERC BROTHERS 😭😭

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That went well? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

N.B: this had been in my drafts for a while, I hope you like it.

WARNING: SWEAR WORDS. F WORD MULTIPLE TIMES. PREGNANCY PRANK PLOT. MENTION OF COCK AND DICKHEAD (BOTH USED AS INSULTS). MENTIONS OF HITTING / SMACKING AS AN OLDER BROTHER (I DO NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE) let me know if I missed anything!

You didn't know how they managed to convince you, honestly it was a suicide mission, but still you could see the fun in your brothers' reactions, which is why you decided that inviting your brothers and their partners over would be a good way to do the prank.

Setting everything up, you started to get extremely nervous, you didn't know what to expect, all three Leclerc males are very unpredictable even if you grew up together your whole lives.

You knew there was no going back once you heard Carla's (Aurthur's girlfriend) scream from the bathroom, where you had set up the pregnancy test in the bin- hidden but visible enough for someone who would throw something away to see.

Meeting Lando's eyes from across the table, the same thought ran through your heads- well, there's no going back now.

While Arthur rushed to see Carla, followed by Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charles spotted your nervous expression, your bouncing leg and your nails picking at the opposite thumb tearing off the skin. It was the last action that stopped the middle Leclerc boy dead in his tract, you only did that when you think whatever you did or said was downright bad- should stay away and isolate myself bad.

"YOU FUCKING BRITISH BREADSTICK," a strong, enraged voice echoed through the entire building "I WILL MAKE YOU CHEW ON YOUR OWN COCK YOU DICKHEAD."

Now, the Leclerc brothers have heard Lorenzo cursing up a storm before, but he had always been very careful around YN, installing into Charles and Arthur that yes you can swear and joke around with such words and insults around your friends, but not around girls and most certainly not their baby, innocent sister.

Was YN scared? Yes, she had never heard her brother sound so furious. Was Lando shaking in his non existent boots? Absolutely. The young driver started to sweat as soon as he heard the loud cry of his girlfriend's oldest brother.

Flared nostrils, red face and steam coming out of his ears, Lorenzo appeared at the end of the hall looking like he had fought his way out of an amusement park's death train seat.

"YOU GOT YN PREGNANT!"

Now, it was Charles' turn to follow his older brother's footsteps, "YOU FUCKING TOOL BOX! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"YOU WANKER!" now Landk did not expect Arthur to insult him with his own language- the British, but you can't always know what life's gonna throw at you.

Just like how he did not expect to be running around town at 7 PM trying to avoid Lorenzo's shoe that seemed to always re-appear in the eldest male's hands, along with trying to not get anymore bruises from the broken stick in Chales' hands (it broke as the older F1 racer smacked it on his back) all while trying not to question how Arthur even knows that many british insults.

"I feel like we should tell them that it's a prank." YN uttered softly, wincing as Charles has managed yet again to hit Lando, as if it was his birthday and Lando was his pinada.

"No no," Carla giggled as she watched Lorenzo's dress shoe fly across the street "this is fun."

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mamaskullz · 4 months

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An Unforgettable Night~

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┊┋ Pairing: poly!lost boys x black!fem reader

┊┋ The Queen of The Damned/The Lost Boys AU

┊┋ Notes: the reader is a vampire, the daughter of Akasha

┊┋ Tw: blood, semi 18+ fluff

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After the almost brawl in the carousel that was interrupted by the security, David and the boys walked off the attraction staring at the group leaving an eerie smirk, David bumps into you as you were not paying attention where you were walking being mesmerized by the glowing lights on the boardwalk in the murderous capital, Santa Carla.

"Ow!", You said before your eyes opened looking at the person you'd bumped into. As your eyes set on the male through your green golden eyes that were captivating to others, you started observing the male out of habit you have, you seem to catch the intimidating charismatic charm that you were sensing as you completely forgot the rest of the boys that were hanging around observing them as they all had an intimidating vibe to their appearance, almost getting off the topic that she bumped into their friend. "Sorry", You said as your voice spoke with a semi thick smooth accent that you inherited from your mother.

"Are you alright miss?", David gives a charming smile, "Yes I'm fine", you spoke returning the smile looking straight into his blue eyes, feeling the intimidating aura which made your head tilt a bit. "Glad to hear it, would it be rude to ask for your name?", David asks already captivated by her beauty, as the group is looking at her with the same look David was giving but more a curious and hungry gaze towards you.

Feeling the gazes, you were getting as she knew very well what those gazes were as you stopped to think about your next words carefully, as you thought about what's your next response before speaking in a calm but intimidating tone, "Anippe. My name is Anippe.", David smiles and the other boys look and mutter you're name like you was beautiful creature amongst themselves, Marko whispers to Dwayne. "She is one beautiful woman."

"Agreed.", Dwayne agreed with Marko, the group's eyes are glued on you, as you got the boy's attention right away. Marko is giving himself courage up to speak to you. As you saw them speak amongst themselves, with the gelid wind flowing along with the lights were coming from the attractions around ya'll, beaming on your chocolate skin looking up at the night skies seeing the moon for a bit before your eyes were focused back on the boys. "Well, it was nice to meet you David, and I apologies for bumping into you", you said without David giving you his name, you gave them a smirk before walking on your way giving a look back to the group of boys with a confident walk off getting glances from men all around at the carnival.

David smirks as he watches as you walk away. The group starts to follow you from a distance, they continue to talk about you and your appearance. They have all been caught by your beauty, and they are intrigued by you. While you walk on the wooden floors of the boardwalk, you had a feeling that you would be seeing them again but you know that don't want to get caught up with them as your thoughts were on contacting Marius about updates on your parents that are statues and were in Marius watchful eyes before an interruption from your thoughts coming from your stomach, slowing reaching to touch feeling the hunger grow as you stopped in your tracks closing your eyes while coming in contact with delicious aroma clouding in the air above you with your eyes opening looking at the people who were walking by enjoying their time at the boardwalk having a bloodlust gaze but you try your best to resist the sensational urge of the sweet taste of blood until hearing a faint womans voice telling you to 'feed my child' knowing good and well whose voice it was, as your mothers voice was speaking through you with the connection you have since you were birthed as the first child of the queen encouraging her to be the prodigy princess to feed on the humans.

With David and the boys walking closer and closer towards you not letting you out of their sight. The more the group walks the more Marko's gaze becomes obsessive, he has such a strong desire to feed off of you as his mouth waters and saliva drops out of his mouth as they get closer. David is amused seeing one of his men so worked up by a lady, he can't blame Marko he thinks. David begins to walk a bit quicker.

Interrupted from your hunger, your lips grew into a smirk. "Such young ins with desire of hunger, reckless with their abilities", with each word you spoke to yourself, you started back walking but this time you were going to lead them on to their fates, letting them walk into your trap. As you continuously walk, seeing all the attractions on the boardwalk hearing the guy's cat call you while you just don't pay them any mind knowing you can rip out their hearts feeding on them, you already have your eyes on the group of boys that were following you.

The group of boys continues to follow you, as they get closer to you the more your smell becomes stronger and more arousing to the group as they lick their lips, Marko whispers to himself, "She's perfect, look at her, look at her skin and her beauty." Marko starts to follow you at a faster rate, he is now running his fingers through his hair that was full of his golden curls with his mouth is watering. The other boys are picking up the pace while trying to follow up with Marko.

You decided to cut a corner entering an empty alley on the boardwalk where it was dark, and no one could see as you smirk waiting for her boys to enter their fates. To your surprise Marko was the first one you grabbed with your reflexes having him pinned up to a wall your incredible strength looking him up and down observing and sizing him up giving him a smirk. "Such a cutie this one is, but such a reckless one as well. Haven't your teacher ever taught you to be patient when you feed?", Speaking to Marko leaning in closely to his neck sniffing, smelling the sweetest blood of the damned as your hunger grows more to your attention.

Marko's heart is racing from the sudden surprise and the close proximity to you getting a close look at you, he finds it difficult to keep quiet. You could hear his heartbeat and when you started to sniff his neck as he lets out of a shudder. "W-what do you m-Mean?", Marko is trying to keep himself together and trying to keep his cool, but he is feeling the desire and hunger. His body is beginning to feel hot.

A smirk arose hearing how his sudden cool intimidating slowly shrinks by your mysterious intimidating aura, before they were interrupted by the rest of the group appearing as their sights were on the sexual tense scene seeing their boy Marko being the one that was pinned up before your grip lets him go but not entirely as your hands were on his chest. "I was wondering when the rest were joining."

David arrived the closest to Marko, when they got there, he looked at the scene with shock, as Marko had a look of fear and lust at the same time on his face. David can see his men all looking at you with different expressions, one looks with fear, one has the same look as Marko but with a more controlled tone to it. David looks at you with intrigue, he is drawn to you, he can feel the same desire as his men but more under control.

"So much tension in the air mmm~ So much desire out in the open~", Your tone in your voice gotten softer but with a seductive touch towards it with your eyes trailing on the boys as you lean closer back to Marko letting your lips brush off of Marko with the tension get more intense for them, enjoying the looks and desire that the boys were giving like they wanted to devour you, making you theirs, your hunger overtook you but with the sexual tension in the air, you had your mind set that wanted to have some fun with them, changing the course of your plan. " You boys haven't had your thirst satisfied yet?", You'd asked them while you looked deeply into Marko's blue-green eyes teasing him with the soft touches of your lips brushing off of his, giving the boys a little show, already can smell the lust off of them as you started to feel a tint in Marko's tight pants that were trying to poke but Marko tried to keep his growing bulge down. Smirking from the excitement he tried to hide, you lean towards his ear whispering something that will take effect as soon as his slumber comes.

All the boys have a lustful glance watching the show you were giving and wondering what you whispered to their boy, Marko. "Can we have a turn?", Dwayne whispers to Paul jealous of Marko, Paul smiles and nods. David and the boys look at each other with the same desire, David speaks in a hushed voice* "Marko stop being a p*ssy, take charge."

Marko's eyes widen and his hunger grows, he looks at his friends as he pushes himself towards you, as he now tries to hold you by pulling you closer to him. Hearing them trying to encourage Marko to take control you quickly shut it down when you pushed him back with your strength now got him back pinned against the wall revealing your fangs looking at the boy. "What a Bad Boy you are", You teased before your green golden eyes now on the two boys who encouraged him giving them a smirk and a sudden air kiss before your eyes came back to Markos, slowly start to feel the sexual frustration tilting your head , as his bulge became more noticeable for the guys to see with you leaning close to his neck, letting him feel the warm breathe hitting his exposed skin before you licked his neck.

Marko feels the warm breath and his blood boils and heats up. He can feel the blood running through his body more as his heart pumps faster and faster. Until he starts to feel your hand on his covered bulge, attending to it making him wince at the action, wanting more as he slowly closes his eyes loving the feeling of her hands on his erection which made yourself smirk even more while you rub his needy bulge wanting to hear him break out into a moan. With a lot of sexual tension between them as Marko's friend's watches feeling the tint in their pants growing, David speaks up, and his tone is cold and dangerous. "Back off Marko.", David walks up to them, David is staring at you with hunger in his eyes, his blood boils with desire like his other members. David gets in-between the both of you, with you stopping in the midst of rubbing Marko's clothed bulge leaving a sad Marko with a hard-on.

With the sudden let go once David got in between you two, you didn't get mad at it but intrigued at the sight of a hungry David. "Why not? Jealous that he might have the first taste?" Teasing the leader of the group, your hands reaching up touching the cold leather that he was wearing seeing your sharp nails almost clawing the leather making a small indention that would fade with your eyes now deeply into his blue eyes just like you were with Marko's, seeing his desires and how frustrated he's getting taking it as a challenge to test him, to see how long for he acts out. "I know what you desire David, I know what these boys desire. The hunger, The thirst... But I can tell that you only feasted on the humans but never had the taste of the rich blood of the daughter of the damned, meaning You Can't Handle It", Whispering the last bit to him as you got closer staring at his neck before back into his eyes.

"I might not have gotten the taste of the rich blood from other damned immortals, but I am curious, how does your blood taste?", David leans up close to you, as he looks at your neck, getting more and more tempted, wanting your blood, he feels the bloodlust grow stronger, like his body is telling him something. The group is watching them in a trance, and they are all in awe of the scene playing out.

"This our first meeting David" smirking seeing how his hunger is growing with one of your hands moving from his jacket to now cupping his chin. "But since the curiosity killed the cat, I'll gift you what you and your boys will be tasting...", as you spoke while leaning in opening your mouth and sliding your tongue in David's mouth kissing his lips with a desirable passion with it, fighting for dominance letting your tongue explore his mouth before you bit your tongue in the process as your blood gushes in his mouth while you two having a steamy hot kiss, giving the rest of the boys a show.

David doesn't hesitate, he lets you kiss him letting you win the fight of dominant this time as he kisses back passionately. Your blood tasted rich, with unique flavor to it, it was a strong hunger you had given to David that he had never tasted. David pulls you in and the lust between you two is so much that his blood boils. He has the same lustful expression as Marko has. The other boys are watching intensely, they are jealous of David, but they also want to feed from you, all of them are starting to drool as they are so hungry to taste your blood.

Breaking the steamy hot make out session you given David letting some of your blood coming from your tongue drip onto your chin, seductively licking it as it was started to heal on its own while she looks at David. "There's Plenty of More where that came from but not tonight... Once we meet again, I'll let yall get the whole meal that'll have you desire for more", As you smirked licking the tip of his lips taking a step back from him with you looking at the rest. "Boys", You spoke before you speed off in the night disappearing from their sights almost forgetting your hunger as you'll probably find a rat or if you're lucky a pig you come across to feed on. But now you have the boys to think about and wondering how impatient they'll get when the night comes.

As soon as you speed off the group look at one another with the biggest grins, the boys are drooling, and they talk about how beautiful you were. "Damn, she is hot. Look at the way her blood was so delicious and rich, she has such a sweet taste.", David spoke already replaying the steamy kiss in his head. "She is definitely one hot chick, she knows how to kiss like a goddess!", Marko responds with the aching hard throbbing bulge you left him, as the boys all nod their head in agreement, all of them licking their lips, some of them sniffing the air still smelling your scent.

David wipes his mouth from the residue blood you had left, it has a sweet taste. "We will meet her again.", He says to his boys. "For now, the hunt is on. We need to prepare for the next hunt." The boy's nods hyping each other up but they were still hungry after the encounter with you has left them even hungrier especially David, they went back to who their original target was. As the boardwalk starts to close with all the lights turning off all at once, the security guard was heading towards his car after locking up, feeling a gust of wind picking up his head turned to look up seeing the boys hungry, hearing his screams of fear, they picked him up off the ground feeding on him in the sky. With another poor soul had been chosen by the group of hungry vampires, they all attack and consume the security guard. Each and every one of them is getting more and more satisfied as they consume the rich blood. The group is finishing off the last bit of blood, as a group they seem happier and more content. David looks at his boys and looks at them each individually. "Well that was fun, but I sense something special on the horizon, something or someone we shall be hunting together." He grins as he looks at his boys eagerly.

~A/N~ Hope you enjoyed this~

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b00tyliciousbabe · 8 months

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my baby daddies - ep. 1

my comeback era xx

arón piper x male reader

summary: inside edition the slutty thoughts i have for mr piper xx

notes: hi ppl, hope y’all missed me. i’m back, after like a year of hibernation, with another imagine! hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series (‘the DILFs’ and a surprise one 🤭) so stay tuned! plus y’all better thank me, I lost this draft not once, but TWICEEEE! happy with this iteration though.

apologies in advance y’all this is gonna be chaotic…and my spanish is very rusty.

you met arón on the set of ‘elite’ because you were in between working with the hair and makeup team whilst designing the costumes. You had familiarised yourself with the entire crew and made loads of friends but from day 1 it was clear that your connection with him was unparalleled. the pinnacle of romantic chemistry. it’s giving one of those moments in the films when the two lovers have their meet cute, staring into each others eyes and the rest of the world is just in their peripheral because at that moment only two people exist - you and him. From then on, the whole crew shipped you guys together, with your work besties ester (who plays carla) and mina (who plays nadia) urging you to make out with him. He too was not exempt from this teasing, and a lot of his fellow male cast mates lowkey pressured him to ask you out. Whilst the premiere was coming up, you began sorting out the final designs for the next season, he ran into the studio wearing nothing but calvin briefs.

“Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.” He said desperately. You were taken aback. You’d never seen someone look so hot while they were needy.

“hey arón, what seems to be the problem?” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “can’t you see I’m practically naked?” You bit your lips taking in all of him “failing to see the issue here” which garnered a chuckle from him. “please y/n i’m so lost right now, i have no clue what to do” arón began panting which made you panic a lil bit. Placing your hands on his chest, you calmed his beating heartbeat “it’s okay, you know i’ve got you” Pulling one of your personal designs from the rack, you dressed him like he was your ken doll.

“i can do my own buttons you know,” he smiled watching you concentrate and manipulate the fabric to accentuate his features “i know but you wouldn’t be able to execute the vision i had for you in my mind” his eyes softened “you base your designs off me?” you looked up and met his gaze. “i’m not tryna give you a big head or anything, because it’s already quite elliptical, but kinda i guess.” he giggled as you watched his smile make his face look even cuter. “awww you got a lil crush on me,” aròn chuckled as you playfully beat his chest. “i mean, you’re handsome af I’ll give you that,” you felt his chest heaving with passion “why do you ask?” aròn held both your hands stopping you from working. “y/n,” you look up, all doe-eyed, surprised at the lack of distance between your lips. he breathed closer, opening the gates to your mouth as he graced you with a peck that lasted what felt like ages. the rest was history; that night he debuted the two of you as a couple to which was met with so much love.

you are at your gushiest whenever aròn smiles. it just makes you feel so happy seeing him so cute and all. stroking his cheek in the morning staring at him grinning in his sleep - probably dreaming of you.

the art of communication has always been strong in your relationship. your spanish-german bf was trilingual and meeting you pushed him to learn more on the side. your spanish was decent, certainly nothing to be proud but it improved drastically working on the show and being with aron. you were also highly proficient in two other languages and so he was adding to your roster. your relationship with him was a testament to the betterment of both people in a couple, you both pushed each other to try new things.

aron’s love language is definitely physical touch closely followed by gift giving, and so it made sense that he would buy you jewellery (even giving you his own) so he could both adore and adorn you. your favourite present he’s ever given you was the ‘A’ necklace he flaunts in a lot of his insta posts. he just loves seeing it around your neck - he’s yours. he even has an ‘A’ tattoo that now always reminds him of you.

even in the bedroom the necklace pays a huge role:

“my pretty little muñequita, fuck you feel so good.” he praised, railing you painstakingly slowly in missionary. you watched his eyes mirroring your overstimulated expression, as it darkened with his desire for more. you moved to his necklace which swung gracefully with every deep thrust. “ughhh” aròn’s moans got even loader you picked the pendant up and put it in between his teeth to muffle him. the sweat began to drip off his face as he began to imprint his teeth into the crystals, groaning in pleasure. “Nghhhh nghhh nghhh” it was getting too much for him as he dropped it, all red, hot, and bothered, directly into your mouth. You bit it seductively making your bf smile. other times when he’s hitting it from the back in prone bone, your hot bodies are cooled by the ice around his neck providing an amazing sensation when he spurts his warm cum inside you.

aròn is pretty decently hung, a bit on the skinnier side, nothing monstery, but deffo larger than average and it bends to the left. his favourite position is probably missionary; he wants to see the pleasure he’s giving you. the moans, your eyes, your lips, he wants to soak it all up and treasure every single expression you make whilst he’s inside you. you really like cowgirl as you’ve noticed it gets the most laughs and smiles from him, your biggest weakness. aròn loves it as well. the sight of you holding his pecs, bouncing up and down his pole as he grabs your ass sends him into overdrive. “shit mi amor, ughh, fuck, you sure know how to ride my dick.”

his kryptonite is oral. he’s such a whore for that mouth of yours. you guys waited for quite a while to have any nsfw activity because you wanted to establish a deep romantic connection first. so about 6 months into your relationship, you gave him head for the first time and OH MY GOSHHHH. you were coming back from date night, aròn wore an unbuttoned white dress shirt with chains and rings, all styled by you. it was raining and y’all decided to walk around the city and so tour chivalrous boyfriend offered his blazer to stop you from getting cold. you had never been more attracted to him. the way his wet hair laid messy on his head, abs protruded through his drenched shirt, it turned you on. so when you got into his apartment, you grabbed his hand and took him into the bedroom.

“despacio baby” he chuckled. you pushed him onto the bed, straddling and welcoming him with a kiss. you felt him grow beneath your ass, a sign for you to get on your knees. “y/n, wait what are you doing” aròn says as you began to unbuckle his pants. you didn’t hear, your brain too loud with horny thoughts to answer him. “cariño…” he held your hands at his belt. “are you sure you want to do this.” he asked worriedly, knowing how important sex was to you. “i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” you mirrored his smirk, as he moved his hands, unbuttoning his shirt whilst you pulled his pants to his trousers. His tan cock stood strong, pink tip peaking through his freckled foreskin. he had a light brown bush leading up to his happy trail, urging you to lick down from his abs to his balls. “I’m so hard right now,” you started bobbing up and down and noticed how much of a panter he was. when he was close you started to deepthroat, to which he responded with a loud moan, yanking his dick out of your mouth and giving you the nastiest facial ever.

fucking loved it, as if he couldn’t love you more already…you were such a cockdrunk slut for him.

music plays a huge part of your relationship. when you guys are in the sheets, the symphony that comes from your bedroom is actually next level. oftentimes, aròn catches you humming and singing in the shower, to your embarrassment. “why are you hiding your face, your voice is incredible.” he praises. for his upcoming album, whilst in the studio, you came to check up on your bf bringing your freshly homemade brownies that you knew he loved. you knew aròn had been having a bit of a hard time completing one of the final tracks. as his team listened back to the record your bf was getting frustrated “ughhh it’s shit!” as he growled chucking song sheets across the room. “y/n you’ve got to speak to him, no one else is getting through to him and we are on a tight deadline” the executives who were present at the times warned. “he’ll be ready, i can assure you” you urged everyone else to leave the room. “aròn.” he didn’t answer. your tone softened, “papí…” you moved to him, noticing how tense he was getting. he looked up at you with teary eyes, hurting at how anxious he was getting. you knew what to do. “come on.” he followed u back into the recording booth. the track was playing, and all you did was talk, he spoke about his issues with fame, love, and life, and it was the perfect outro/interlude. you also added background vocals and harmonies into his tracks and the media went wild for it!

#gay #bottom male reader #aron piper #smut

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One step from you

Paring: modern!prosecutor!Aemond Targaryen x commissioner!reader

Synopsis: a surprise dinner invitation, forces closed off prosecutor Aemond Targaryen to start rethink his life.

Warnings: Aemond's social anxiety, dumbass to (maybe) lovers, reader's overbearing family.

What brings Aemond to dinner with your whole family is the botulinum outbreak in the county.

He means no disrespect, when he elects to interrogate your mum you, obviously, can’t; he would have never expected the woman in front of him to explain him, lengthy and with extreme precision, how to prepare: marinated vegetables, tomato puree and many complicated, traditional dishes.

After he was done with her, he had felt full, not unlike after a wedding feast and he had only had one espresso for breakfast!

You found him still at the precinct late that same night, you obviously working on other cases, him drinking that terrible, horrible, no good coffee from the vending machines in the corridor.

You’ve been meaning to talk to him, to say how sorry you were that your mother had dumped centuries of culinary history on him, while not answering the questions, but you were on the cusp of discovering the heads of a big drug ring, and had managed to come back to your office just half and hour ago.

Despite having worked with him countless times, you find prosecutor Aemond Targaryen to be aloof and difficult to talk to, even when it concerned work matters; not that he’s ever been rude with you, just that you find yourself unconsciously checking your posture and don’t really know how friendly you can be with him, even after years of working together. It doesn’t help that you have a crush on the man that forces you to act more distant with him, that you’d be with anyone else: you can’t risk rumors to spread.

Surprisingly enough, it’s him who starts the conversation.

“Commissioner, I thought I was alone with the night shift.”

“I’ve just returned, sir.” You stared at the vending machine for a second. “I’m sorry about my mother, she told me you interrogated her”

“She was more offended that I believed her a bad cook, than the botulinum outbreak accusations.”

“Sir, my mother is the best chef in the county.”

“I haven’t disputed that”

“By implying that her food might be contaminated, you basically did, sir.”

The way he stared at you made a smile break on your face. It’s safe, no one is around to see it.

“I’ve never said that. We have no idea where the botulinum comes from, let alone which hotel is the, metaphorical, patient zero” he said, stiff

“My mother has her own set of priorities, sir. She might not know much about accounting and how to run that side of the business, but in the kitchen? She’d be able to run the place blindfolded and with her right hand behind her back” you couldn’t stop smiling.

Despite how at odds you and your mother are, sometimes, you are proud of her and of the way she had carved her space in a male dominated world.

“I am merely doing my job” he answered, his face set

“I know sir” you tried to school your expression, but the smile didn’t want to go away (danger! Danger!). “And I will tell her how hard you are working to clean everyone’s name”.

After that the conversation abated, you tried not to gag while drinking your coffee, he stared at you, puzzled as to why you find what he’s just told you so funny.

Despite what Aegon tells him, Aemond is keenly aware of the complicated dance of social interactions, he just finds himself with two left feet, in a world where everyone else is a mix between Rudol'f Nureev and Carla Fracci. Take this moment with you: you two were chatting, you are being friendly and he couldn’t respond in tune, even if he wanted to because he had no idea how joke about your mother info dumping on him, who barely knows how to fry an egg.

“Oh, Gods be good!” You said. “I need some shut eye before we start interrogating the detainees.”

Someone else, anyone else, would have found a witty way to ask you how the investigation was going, what escaped his lips was a dry

“Do you think you will close it soon?”

“I hope so, sir,” the smile on your face less prominent. “We all want to see the results.” You answered feeling the easiness of your conversation abating

“Then good luck”

“Thank you sir,” You answered. “Good luck to you too.”

You bid him goodnight and left him to stare at your retracting back, telling himself what an idiot he’s been in being so awkward with you.

You don’t really see him, too overwhelmed with your drug ring case to go look for him and ask how the botulinum outbreak is going; you know that the people at the hospital are getting better, it’s the rest of the story that you are missing. You make a point of not asking your mother, whenever she calls you, not even when she mentions Aemond: it’s a slippery slope to mix work and family life together.

You stumble upon Aemond, again, late at night. You had foregone the celebrations with your team, after closing the drug ring investigation, to spend some time alone in your office to relax, since both your brain and body are still running high on adrenaline, and you’d rather not crash where your subordinates might see you.

The police station is eerily quiet, the echo of the steps of the night shift barely reaches your floor and the sky is dark outside, the moon hidden by a thick blanket of clouds: it might finally rain.

You jump out of your skin the second Aemond calls you from the shadows, you are positive your heart will explode with fear and adrenaline.

“Sir!” You shout, one hand going to your chest

“Commissioner.” He says, eyeing you

“What are you doing here? It’s late!” Comes out with too much emphasis and he winces inwardly

“I could ask you the same question.” He answers, tone clipped as usual

“Jesus weep!”.

Aemond feels sorry at having scared you so. He knows he is light on his feet, but he thought you’d be able to hear him coming: you’re a cop, after all!

In his heart Aemond knows he should leave before the silence becomes too awkward, he might have a handful of seconds before your breathing goes back to normal and he is forced to perform, badly, some sort of small talk.

Sometimes he hates this divide between him and the rest of the world.

He is getting ready to retreat, when you surprise him

“Have you already eaten dinner?”

He doesn’t know what to respond and why do you care?

“I have some food mother sent me and I don’t feel like eating alone.” You say with a brilliant smile on your face.

Aemond hesitates. You mother’s hotel has been cleared of any responsibility, still he has investigated her: it’s not proper to eat the food of a former suspect, he should politely say no and go home.

The idea of returning to the hotel room he occupies, even since he had to relocate for his first assignment, dampens his volition: the room service has already closed and he doesn’t have any food in the small fridge; on top of that, the idea of eating take out again depresses him when he knows homemade food is within his reach.

Before he can’t stop himself he accepts your invitation. You’re glad he’s answered immediately, or you would have lost courage yourself.

The walk towards your office is short.

Aemond misses the old location of the precinct: a Renaissance building, dusty and a bit moldy, but with character and beautiful frescoes on the ceilings. The new place is depressingly anonymous, all metal and white walls.

He appreciates what you’ve tried to do with you office: the plants and the frames on your desk give the room a spark of personality, whilst maintaining a professional atmosphere; the couch near the window looks comfy and, he suspects with a twinge of tenderness, that you might have taken more than one nap there.

There’s an exaggerated number of Tupperwares and jars on the desk you use for the meetings with your men, all the containers neatly wrapped, the contents written on the paper with a flowery handwriting.

“I told you, sir. Mother exaggerated, as usual.” You tell him with mirth in your voice. “Do you mind moving everything on my desk? I need to set the table.”

With that you head towards one the filing cabinets, open one of the drawers and extract a colorful tablecloth, plastic plates and cutlery, to his immense surprise. Gently you put everything on the top of the cabinet, in order to rummage so more, to produce a tube of plastic glasses.

Again, the divide he feels stops him from saying anything funny when you turn towards him with your arms full and stare quizzically at him. He elects to keep silent as he moves everything on your desk, while you set the table for two.

You two work in silence to unwrap everything and he marvels again at the sheer amount of food that’s on the table: various preserved vegetables, bread, savory pies and desserts.

He sits after you and waits until you’ve served yourself, before trying a bit of everything.

He suppresses a moan of appreciation at the way the flavors explode in his mouth; the food he buys doesn’t taste this good, even what the cook at home used to prepare can’t compare, the various ingredients and textures meld perfectly on his tongue.

“Do you like it?” You ask, after a while, to break the silence.

“It’s excellent” he answers.

“Do you understand why mother was so pissed that you thought she isn’t a good chef?”

Aemond stares at you, eye fixed into yours.

“I’ve never said that. Even the best professional might make a mistake which results in people developing food poisoning.”

“Not mother, sir. I’ve been raised by her side, in the kitchen. I know how precise she is with every preparation, the conserves mostly. She knows the dangers of food going bad. She’d rather throw everything out, than risk hurting someone. She’s so strict, that she only uses the food that she grows in the garden; everything she serves, she knows the origin. Even the juices are home pressed”

“You know how to prepare all of this?”.

He hopes his incredulity doesn’t seep in his words. You don’t look like the kind of person who would slave in a garden and in a kitchen to prepare traditional meals.

“I do, sir, and I would make my own food, if only I weren’t always here. It takes time and energy to organize your work and then prepare everything. Have you ever participated in making tomato sauce? You need a lot of people, time and space, it takes days!”.

Aemond focuses on your face: he’s never seen you this animated. When you are with him you are always serious and controlled, now there’s a spark in your eyes he’s never seen, the air around you vibrates with an energy he’s never experienced when you relate him the results of your inquest. You look alive in ways, he thinks, no one has ever seen here.

“I can’t say I have.” He answers, putting the fork neatly beside the plate. “My family doesn’t hold these kind of traditions”.

He grimaces inwardly, like every time he shares tidbits of himself with the outside world, waiting for his interlocutor to use the information against him.

“It’s fun, sir. You are absolutely destroyed afterwards, but seeing the fruits of your labor on the shelves, makes for it.”

You say with a smile that covers for no judgment, he realizes. You are merely chatting with him and he can’t detect any ill intention on your part; he’s not used at doing this, talking with people with the only intent to pass the time and get to know them.

“Will you tell your mother that I have appreciated everything she’s prepared?”

“I will, sir. Be mindful, though, she might start sending you food as well.”

“Why would she do such a thing? She doesn’t know me.” He is honestly surprised.

“Because she’s a feeder. She’s told me at least trice that you look too thin and she fears you are living off supermarket food. Unfortunately she comes from a generation where stating opinions on someone’s body is the norm, but she means well.”

“You can assure your mother I am eating healthy food. Not homemade, because I don’t have a garden, yet it’s not frozen meals.” he finds himself saying with a smile.

It’s not a lie, not the complete truth either, he hopes the cook at the hotel chooses the best ingredients, but he doesn’t have that kind of back knowledge to know.

“I’ll try my best, sir. Despite you having to investigate her and her hotel, she likes you. She’s told me what a gentleman you have been throughout the questioning, calling her ‘Mrs’ and listening attentively. She’s added something I shouldn’t say out loud, though.” You say, evading his eye.

“Commissioner, I don’t think anything your mother said about me warrants you keeping the secret. I don’t think she insulted me.”

He is intrigued now, and this is better than asking himself why he feels so at ease with you.

You play with the food on your plate, trying to find the right words.

“She said you reminded her of her grandfather. He was a farmer, but he had studied in a seminary, until his own dad had passed away and he was forced to quit to help feeding his mum and siblings. He was known to be well mannered, even when plowing the land, and well spoken. People noticed how lord like he was, they didn’t see the mud on his boots.” You take a sip of water. “I have never met him, of course, but all the tales about him focus on his bright intelligence and gentleness. He was wasted potential, but back in those times his family couldn’t do anything about it. All his neighbors used to come to him to solve their problems with borders, cattle and the like, because he was always capable of finding a solution that was good for all parties.”

Your eyes bore into his lonely one, your hands pick at the bread on the table with nervousness.

“I’m sorry if I have offended you, sir.”

“You haven’t.” He answers. “He sounds like the kind of man anyone should aspire to be. It is a great compliment to be compared to him.”

“Oh thank God!” You say, the breath you’ve been holding escapes your lips in a huff.

You didn’t know how he would have taken being compared to a simple farmer, when you know well enough how old and important his family is.

“Is there anything else your mother said?”

“No, that’s it”.

It’s not entirely the truth. She’s repeated you how handsome Aemond is and that you should find out if he has someone in his life, because he looks like the kind of man who is just perfect for you. He doesn’t need to know that and how much you agree with you mother.

“Would it be awfully impolite if we don’t finish everything?”

“Oh no sir! Those are my rations for at least a week. It is physically impossible to eat all!”

“You shouldn’t have shared it with me, if it was supposed to last you for so long!”

“Nonsense, sir. I offered because I was happy for you to have a meal with me. And I have other food at home, not homemade, but you will not tell mother, right?” The smile is bright on your lips.

He stares at you fondly. This is the first time in a long while, that he’s felt not so detached from the world around him, almost at ease with you.

“On my honor, commissioner” he smiles, without even realizing it.

He helps you put the food in the containers and throw out the trash.

You two argue on your way to the exit, because he wants to carry everything for you, it looks heavy and he is gentleman, after all, to which you answer that you are used to carry and lift more than this bag.

Outside, the first summer storm is raging, fat drops of water falling almost horizontally on the pavement.

“Is your car nearby, commissioner?” He asks, voice raised to make himself heard.

“It’s that one!” You answer, pointing at the beaten out Cinquecento parked on the corner of the street.

“Are you sure it will withstand the storm?” He has to ask, the thing looks ancient.

“It will. It’s more patches than everything else, but it still runs strong!”

With a huff you don your raincoat and fit the hood on your head.

“How are you going home, sir?”

“With that.” He answers, pointing to a car that costs like your annual wage. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve driven that through worse conditions.” You stop for a second, unsure of how you should say goodbye. “Well, goodnight sir.”

“Good night commissioner.” He answers.

He stays on the door until you are safely in your car and the thing, miraculously, starts.

Few days pass; he has so much work he might drown in it, yet he has the time to focus on you every single time you two pass the halls of the precinct and of the courthouse. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing, at first, you’re there and he greets you, because his mother has taught him good manners, it’s when he is consciously looking for you, that he realizes what he’s been doing.

It’s strange for him to look out for someone who is not his immediate family: keeping and eye on his siblings has always been a sort of second nature, even though he’s not the first born, because they are his blood and he’s supposed to. You are a nobody, a subordinate, yet he realizes, as he’s pouring over some documents, that his subconscious has been focusing on you for a very long time, the change now being, that he wishes to see more of that spark you showed him during your improvised dinner, at least when you stumble upon him.

For your part, you try not to think about the dinner too much. It had been lovely to see a more human side to your colleague, the downside being that whatever interest you had been developing for him, now has more energy to grow. Your mother is of no help either, she keeps asking about Aemond, as if you were in any position to know any personal information and no, you don’t want to know if he’s single or not, it’s not like you have any chance with him, who has shown zero interest towards you, beside work.

You should have known better.

You mother has a tradition: Friday night family dinner, when she gives the reins of the hotel kitchen to her second in command so she can cook for her family only, and spend time with you all.

She’s been particularly pressing this week, you simply thought she wanted you relax with the people who love you, after the grueling months spent chasing the drug ring. You were wrong.

The first bell should have rang when the space in front of the family home is full of cars. The second when you spotted a car that looked suspiciously similar to Aemond’s posh one. The third the second your mother bear hugged you and then dragged you to the kitchen, chatting like a car salesman to stop your questioning.

“Mom, what the hell?”

You finally manage to interrupt her when you see your colleagues, and their families, helping setting the tables in the back garden.

“What?” She stares at you with fake innocence in her eyes.

“Why is my team here?”

“Oh dear. Didn’t I tell you? I wanted to celebrate your hard work!”

Your mum is many things, a good actress she’s not.

“No, you didn’t.” You say exasperated. “And you called me constantly the past week!”

“Oh, I am getting old and forgetful. I’m sorry dearest.”

You know she isn’t and you are certain she hasn’t forgotten about telling you. You almost start grilling her with questions, when she chirps amiably.

“Oh, look who’s managed to come!”

With horror you see Aemond with a casserole in his hand, your older sister directing him on where to put the thing.

“Mom!”

You think you are going to have a heart attack. You are positive it’s going to happen now, because your heart is beating too fast and you feel like fainting with embarrassment. If you die you don’t have to talk to him, to justify your family probably berating him.

If you’re fast enough you can run to your car before Aemond spots you.

You haven’t considered your mother’s grip on your arm, and your nephews’ sudden influx of love towards you, the three little monster screaming your name and hugging your legs: you are positively struck where you are.

If only the ground were to swallow you.

“Mom, do you have the slightest idea of the family he comes from?”

“Yes, of course I do. They all look dashing, but him? Absolutely breathtaking”.

God please take me now, you think, anything but this!

But God is nowhere to be found and is deafer than ever to your prayers when you see your sister talking to Aemond, who then turns and spots you.

You can’t run away now. Maybe a stray thunderbolt might hit you?

“Good evening commissioner”

“Good evening sir”.

You try to look dignified, pretty difficult when there’s a gaggle of children holding on to your legs and you want to die.

“Children, will you please let me go?” You ask.

“Are you going to run away?” Says nephew number one.

“Mum said to get you, so you would stay!” Adds nephew number two.

“She said you’d try to bolt!” The third one nails the last nail on your coffin.

If you longed for death before, now you wish to burst into flames.

“Why would you leave, commissioner?” Aemond looks sincerely curious.

“I will not. Children, please!”.

The three little monster seem to be happy with the damage they have caused and run away, to play.

“You know how kids are, sir. Minds full of wonder. God only knows what they’ve heard!”

“I think we can use our first names tonight, we are not at work, after all.”

Engrossed as you are in your embarrassment, you don’t hear the insecurity in Aemond’s voice

“Yes sir.” You catch yourself .“Aemond. I hope my family wasn’t too berating.”

“They aren’t. A bit loud, but it calls for the occasion.”

Inwardly he lets go of the breath he was holding. He knows it’s stupid but, like every time he takes a step out of his comfort zone, he feels himself preparing for the worse, for his little attempt to be crushed by the outside world.

“Are you two going to stand there and look pretty, or are you going to help?” Screams your brother in law from where he’s minding the barbecue.

“You do your thing.” You shout back. “And I’ll do mine!”

“He is right. I think there’s more that needs to be set on the table.”

You agree and desperately try not to notice how good Aemond looks.

At work he wears conservative suits, tonight his slacks look comfy and soft, the neckline of his white shirt deeper than the ones you are used to see him wear. His gorgeous hair is in a complicated braid that enhance his beautiful face.

Yes, you need to busy yourself.

Your mum has overdone herself. For the usual Friday dinner, she just sets the table, tonight the whole area is illuminated by strings of light and there’s flowers and plants everywhere. The tablecloths are the finest she owns, the ones she uses only for important occasions. You are moved by the hard work you see here, knowing full well how demanding the hotel is, yet you are pissed that both your mother and sister have ambushed you so; you wouldn’t have refused to come, if you’d known that Aemond would be here!

“What were you two thinking?”

You have managed to snag your sister and drag her in a hidden corner of the garden.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“I am going to throttle you”

“You are worse at lying than mom is! You have any idea of who Aemond is?”

“I perfectly know who he is. He’s the man who’s making me regret I am married and loyal. He’s so dreamy.”

“What for? You work with him!”

“It’s not the same. We don’t have that kind of relationship!”

“But you’ve eaten with him.”

“How do you know that?”

Whatever high ground you thought you had, disappears from under your feet.

“He thanked mum for the food and complimented her, when she called him to invite him tonight.” Your sister says nonchalantly

“How, in the name of God, does she have his phone number?”

At this point you are beyond flabbergasted

“You should ask her! Now come, it’s time to eat!”

Your sister grabs your arm and your nephews appear out of nowhere to help her drag you to your chair which is, lo and behold, next to Aemond’s.

“I’m going to kill you!” You manage to whisper in your sister’s ear

“Enjoy your dinner!” She says with so much saccharine in her voice, you are afraid her teeth will fall off.

Aemond had to prepare himself for tonight, telling himself that being social for one night would be fine, even fun. He knows your men, his consideration of them is almost positive, considering they are cops. Compared to most of their colleagues, they are bearable and not corrupt, which is a first. On top of that, he has already had dinner with you and the experience had been lovely, you were lovely and he couldn’t say no to a mum, his own mother would kill him, but his heart had beaten a tad too fast while he was driving here, the idea of having to deal with so many people, in an unknown context, scared him.

At the courthouse or the precinct, he has a script in his head he can follow, here? He’s left to his own devices and that rarely ends well.

Surprisingly enough, for him, the welcome he received from you family was warm and made him feel like he had always known all of them. Even being, gently, bossed around by your older sister, felt right, not like she was overstepping.

But he can still feel the glass divide between himself and the rest of the world.

It is a strange feeling, to be somewhere, with nice people, and knowing that there’s this distance he can’t overcome. That he can talk with people, break bread with them and yet know that he’s seeing the whole scene from the outside, instead of being part of it, as if he’s the spectator to a play.

Even you, sitting by his side, chatting and laughing, the delicate scent of your perfume in his nostrils, barely manage to breach the gap that had always distanced him from the rest of the world.

Your mum, for her part, tries to make him participate in the conversation, as if she’s aware of the way he’s feeling. But she can’t know, he tells himself, no one has ever been able to, why could she?

And she seems to be intent to feed him like a pig. Aemond can’t say no to her, not when she puts food on his plate and tells him to try this dish, which she had made especially for him; Alicent would kill him if she’d ever knew he had caused grief to a fellow mother, who has worked hard just for him.

“Do you want to get a breath of fresh air?” You ask him during a lull between courses.

“I wouldn’t mind it.” He answers, hoping the relief is not too noticeable.

You hope no one notices you two slipping away to go to the roof of the house. On your way there, you stop in front of an ancient daguerreotype.

“That’s him.” You say.

Aemond behind you hums, his eye admiring the old face staring back at him.

The man looks nothing like him, the huge mustaches occupy his face, giving him a serious look, but that’s not why he understands your mother’s reasoning: it’s the aura he can feel exuding from the daguerreotype, the power that only knowledge gives you, the one Aemond had always felt during his studies, what truly made him feel strong and capable, against a world he rarely understood.

“Thank you for showing me his picture.” Aemond says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart: our family, our roots, it’s all we have, when everything is said and done.

“And this one is my granddad, his son. He’s the one who started the hotel, from his literal home”.

The photo he looks at is yellow with age, a man staring at something just over Aemond’s shoulder, the typical pose for pictures of that time; you look a lot like him, he realizes, in the shape of your eyes and mouth.

“Let’s go, before my sister sends her minions from hell!” You laugh, making your way up the staircase.

The night is warm but a gentle breeze moves your hair, as soon as you and Aemond arrive on the roof.

Like many houses in this region, it is flat and had been used for centuries to store rain water and hang the drying clothes; Aemond notices your family has comfortable garden furniture here and a closed beach umbrella.

Ignoring everything, you head for the edge of the roof, where you can feel the breeze more; Aemond follows you, taking the time to observe you.

You look like summer in your pretty dress and wedge heels, your hair styled and not up in the conservative bun you wear at work. Yes, you are pretty, not that you aren't in your usual clothing, it's just that these illuminate you, make you look happier and livelier. He understands your fashion choices at work. He once heard another female police officer saying that she would have dressed more feminine, but then, where keep her gun? And the field is still so male dominated that showing any other kind of traits, would immediately mean becoming laughing stock.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” A tinge of anxiety marks your voice

“I am. It is different than my usual Friday night, but a good change”

“I’m glad. My family can be hard to handle, even for me.” You say, shielding your face with your hair

“They are a peculiar bunch indeed, but nice and welcoming.”

Silence falls between you two again, broken only by the music coming from downstairs; it’s not heavy, though, Aemond muses, he doesn’t feel the need to either leave or try to awkwardly fill it with words, before the other person decides it has been weird enough. In his life, he only felt like this with his beloved sister Helaena: she never minded sitting by his side, just quietly enjoying life.

“This is my family’s ancestral home. It had been expanded and changed, but my family has been living here since centuries. My grandfather used to rent out all the rooms he could, that’s how the hotel started.”

“It must have been hard.”

“Yes. Many sacrifices were made, but he didn’t want his daughter to slave in the fields all her life.”

“She still decided on physical labor, instead of a managerial position, though.”

“The key is that it was her choice. She wakes up every morning and still wants to do it. It is a luck not everyone has.”

“Do you still have it?”

Aemond doesn’t know where the question comes from, he’s usually mindful of someone else privacy, but with you that invisible, glass divide with the world, seems to become thinner and thinner and he deludes himself with thinking he might truly reach through it and touch you.

“I do, and I don’t sometimes.” You admit, eyes not meeting his. “I love my team and what we do, I just miss how exciting my life was undercover, and after, at the internal affairs.”

“Do you want to go back to that?”

You don’t answer immediately, you let the wind blow through your hair and the lights from downstairs dance in your eyes.

“No, I don’t think I want to. It’s just that this job sucks the life out of you, sometimes. All the violence and the filth and having to shield the people I love from that makes me feel. I think I miss more the person I was, the way I used to look at this work, like a source of a better change for this world. Now that I am older and wiser, I realize that, at best, we try to empty the ocean with a spoon, at worse, we are protecting those who have reduced the world into what it is.”

If he were another person, Aemond would have reached for your hand, to give you comfort, but he is who he is and doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t expect your question.

“What about you, Aemond? Do you still wake up with the same drive you used to have?”

“I do.” He is surprised by how fast he answers, but this had been a surprising night, it’s OK. “I see all of it and it makes me what to double down on my work. But I understand: you are supposed to protect, but whom, truly? The poor person who steals out of hunger, or the company they steal from?”

“You’re lucky then.” You say with a sad smile on your lips

“I probably am.” What you don’t know, it’s that it’s the glass divide he sometimes despises, that helps him keep a distance between himself and the ugly parts of his job.

“I feel like my mind is always there. I cook and clean, play with my nephews and chat with my mum, and a part of me is always pouring over the files. It’s never ending.”

“I have a bike.” He blurts out “We can go on a trip, take you away from your routine.”

He truly doesn’t know where the invitation comes from. Not that he wouldn’t like to go on a spin with you, but when did his brain decide to unlock like this?

“You don’t look like the kind of person who owns a bike.” You are so surprised that you’ve forgotten the sadness of the conversation.

“It belonged to my family for years. It even has a name: Vhagar.”

And I lost my eye for it, he thinks, but doesn’t say.

“I very much would like to.” Your mouth says before the silly embarrassment caused by your crush can stop you.

“It is lovely plan, then!”

Your sister’s voice makes you and Aemond jump in surprise. How long was she listening? You suspect long enough, judging by the way she puts her arm over your shoulder to hug you sideways.

“I hope you have space for the desserts!” She says, dragging you towards the stairs.

“Desserts?” Comes, a bit strangled, from Aemond

“Oh, mum has overdone herself tonight!” She gleefully answers.

By the time the food is finished, Aemond feels like he could easily roll home: he is full like he had never been before. He jumps up and offers his help, when it’s time to clear the table, maybe a bit of exercise might help him and clear his head as on why it’s so easy to reach to you, of all the people in the world.

Aemond finds himself with a carton of food, near the trunk of his car. He had tried to, politely, refuse, but your mother simply ignored him and put even more food in it.

Aemond is closing the trunk, when your mum arrives with a bag of conserves and trusts it in his hands.

“I cannot accept. It is too much!” He says.

“Oh, nonsense.” She answers. “I am happy to give these to you.”

“But you’ll need those for the hotel.”

“I have more than enough stored in the kitchen there. These are the ones I use at home.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can.” She gently puts her hands over his. “I know how hard it is, accept a stranger’s kindness and reach out of what comforts you. But it’s worth trying.”

Aemond doesn’t believe in coincidences, but you appear in his line of sight and make a beeline for him.

“Mum? You are needed. I’ll help here.”

Your mother bids Aemond goodbye, who answers with a strange expression on his face that makes the alarm bells explode in your head.

"Aemond?" It is so strange to use his given name so freely. "Is everything all right? Or were we too much?"

His eye focuses on you, he doesn't look like a deer caught in the headlights anymore, yet his face is more animated than what you're used to see.

"Everything is fine." He says, your name follows, his voice pensive. "Your mother possesses far more insight than I thought."

You don't really understand what he's implying, it feels like he's talking more to himself than to you.

"She is an extraordinary woman."

And she truly is, to see him, for who he is, without making him feel naked and defenseless.

"Yeah-." You answer without really understanding the topic.

In silence you help him put the food in the trunk of the car, making sure nothing will be broken.

The air feel pregnant, of what you don't know, but you feel like he's going to say something and he's looking for the right words.

"About that little trip." He finally says.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still want to go?"

You don't know it, but his heart is beating so fast he's afraid it might explode.

"I can't wait. I've never ridden a bike in my entire life."

Another man would have probably said something crass about first times, he simply closes the hood of the car.

"It is the closest thing to flying you'll ever experience. You'll have fun, I promise."

"Good." There's a smile on your face. "I love fun!"

Aemond is driving home. He feels emptied by all the social interactions, yet happy, like he's not going to need to recharge, and it's a first.

His mind drifts off to Helaena and the cryptic words she's told him when he moved here, about strange twists and turns that lend to where one least expects it.

Was she talking about you? Only time will tell and, this uncertainty, doesn't scare him, for the first time in his life.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Aemond taglist: @phantoms-main-blog @fan-goddess

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen

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thelostboys11 · 5 months

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Hey! (Don't know if your requests are open but if they are) Could you do a poly lost boys x male Cheshire cat reader? (Who has a variety of powers and is stronger than them) I just wonder how they would all interact/react

If not that's ok.

Thanks!

The Lost Boys x Male Cheshire Cat Reader

A/n: I'm basing this off of the live action version of Alice in Wonderland. I hope you don't mind. And I'm sorry I took so long to post this.

Warnings: None (I don't think).

Word count: 657

Since you're Cheshire Cat, you have many abilities, you're also able to visit the human world.

You are also able to transform into a human form.

Well you have to human forms. One of them looking like a regular human and the other with the outfit you would most likely wear in Wonderland and with ears and tail.

One of your favorite places to visit in the human world is Santa Carla, California.

You would come and go because you would have business in Wonderland every once in a while. But in your free time you would usually go to the boardwalk in Santa Carla.

While visiting Santa Carla's boardwalk one night, you came across the boys. I mean how could you not, they're impossible not to notice.

You looked different from most people on the boardwalk and so the boys eventually took notice to you.

All of you started to hang out more and more and during this time, you all started to get closer.

You managed to figure out that they were vampires without them ever telling you or hinting it to you. You're smarter than they think.

But they surprisingly hadn't figured out what you were. They did think that some of your behavior was strange but they just thought it was part of your personality and didn't think much more of it.

Wonderland started to need you more and more than it normally did so you would either have to sneak out of the cave or make up an excuse to leave early without becoming suspicious.

Eventually one night you had to leave early on a night the boys had planned with you.

Since you had to leave early and the boys didn't have anything else to do now, they decided to secretly follow you.

One of your powers allows you to create a portal back to Wonderland and it doesn't matter where you are, you'll still end up back into Wonderland.

As the portal opened, the boys looked on in awe. They hadn't seen anything like that before. They knew other mystical creatures were out there but had no idea what kind of creature could create portals.

They watched you walk into the portal and a few seconds later, they followed in behind you.

Once they had walked in behind you, the portal closed.

You hadn't noticed they followed into the portal behind you, so you continued to do what you normally would do. You then turned into your Cheshire Cat form.

The boys were clearly shocked at what the saw you turn into. They were honestly amazed by it.

Paul then excitedly ran up to and hugged you tightly. Once he got his hands on you, he started to feel how fluffy you were.

In shock and a bit of panic, you disappeared into thin air and reappeared in a different spot.

Once you realized it was just Paul, you let out a sigh of relief.

You then got onto him and the boys for scaring you like that and for also following you into the portal.

For the rest of the time you spend in Wonderland, the boys follow you around the whole time. Paul and Marko would be asking questions the whole entire time. Dwayne would want to pet you. David would probably be protective over you every time you talk to or encounter someone in Wonderland.

After getting back out of Wonderland, the boys would want to see you in your cat form more often.

Once they find out you have a human form that has cat ears and a cat tail, they want you to be in that form almost all of the time you spend with them in the cave.

Everyone would become more cuddly with you but David wouldn't want to admit it even if it's very true.

They would love it if they were able to make you purr, which honestly isn't too difficult.

A/n: That's all I have for now. Let me know if you want more!

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #cheshire cat #alice in wonderland #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x male reader

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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Show Me Your Firetrucks (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You, Bob, the Daggers and the kids get to experience an event in Bob's hometown that's been happening for the last 22 years

Notes: This fic is dedicated to the civilians and first responders of NYC, those who are still with us and those who were called home on that fateful day. To the firefighters, police and first responders, we are forever grateful for your service. (The music that inspired this fic can also be found here, I highly suggest listening to it while you read along).

Cheyenne Falls, Oklahoma

September, 2023

You and Bob were a little less than pleased at the prospects of having to get up so early, your children still at the age when they needed sleep and with them just having started school, which hadn't made anything easier.

Auggie and Patrick excitedly ran into the firehouse where Bob's brother, Sean and his teammates all worked. Both of them ran to their uncle who eagerly scooped them right up off the ground in a big hug.

"Uncle Seanie I ate a bug at school!!" Auggie exclaimed proudly.

"Oh did it taste like chicken?" he teased.

You laughed but Bob rolled his eyes. Typical of his older brother who had always told Bob that bugs tasted like chicken when he was little.

"Well hello, little brother of mine," Sean greeted rather cheerfully. "I see Auggie inherited the male line's shit eyesight."

"Yeah and that was only after he ran into the screen door and broke it two years ago," Bob chuckled.

You, Bob and Sean watched as Auggie and Patrick ran around the firehouse garage, wanting to try on the helmets, boots and jackets that were far too big for either of them. Sean's wife, Zoe, had come down the stairs from the loft just a few minutes later in a pair of ripped jeans and a navy blue t-shirt bearing an NYFD logo.

"Did we miss anything?" Natasha yawned as she walked in with her and Cole's son, Gabe.

"Nope, you haven't missed anything yet," Bob chirped.

"Good because I haven't had coffee yet and the ghoul is driving me crazy."

"Hey I'm going to the donut shop across the street for coffee, does anybody want anything?" Zoe announced.

Everyone put in their orders, including yourself and by the time Rooster, Rusty and the boys had all shown up with Baby Carrie in tow, Zoe was back with your orders.

"Looks like we've got some future firefighters in the family," Rooster remarked, adjusting four month old Carrie in his arms.

"Oof, I shudder at the thought," Bob answered.

Sean snorted and stifled a laugh but went stiff when Bob gave him the dreaded look as a warning not to say anything else.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Hangman announced loudly as he strode in with one twin girl on each of his hips. "I come bearing my trophies!!!!"

He set a giggling Missy and Molly both down on the concrete floors, their little sandaled feet flapping as they chased after their cousins. Mickey showed up with Isabella, Sebastian and Rodrigo some moments later, Coyote following with Paloma, Carla and Baby Tiago while Payback and Maverick were the last to arrive with their own kids and Amelia. Missy and Molly ran straight for Geneva and Neveah while TJ remained happily perched on his father's shoulders. Maverick's two little adopted ghouls were excited beyond words when they saw all the firetrucks and equipment on full display.

"I have never seen a bunch of kids so excited like this before," Sean chuckled as more people began to gather in the fire station.

"Doesn't even begin to describe it," Penny told him. "That's all they play with at home is toy firetrucks."

Everyone shared a few good laughs and caught up with each other over the coffee and donuts that Zoe had brought back. Soon, the whole station was almost full of people, some who were close to Bob and others who were just ordinary members of the community.

"Looks like it's gonna be a good ride this year, little brother," Sean remarked.

"I know," Bob chuckled as he sipped on the cinnamon flavored coffee. "We've got almost everybody in town here and more."

Sean nodded with a bit of a wistful look in his eyes, remembering Joe's two brothers, Stephen and Christopher who had been in New York, one a firefighter and the other a police sergeant. Though both had survived, Sean knew too well that there were others who had not been as lucky.

"Hey," Joe greeted happily as he strode up to his sons. "You two numbskulls ready? Michael's got ants in his pants from waiting in the police cruiser with the K-9."

"We'll get the kids ready Dad," Bob told him.

Joe and his sons both hugged each other tight. "This one's for your uncles," he croaked.

Bob met up with you and the kids to help get ready for the ride. "Am I gonna do good Daddy?" Auggie chirped.

"You will Auggie," Bob laughed, putting the much too large fire helmet on his son's head. "Just remember what Uncle Sean and Chief McKenzie tell you ok?"

Auggie nodded, pushing his glasses onto his nose as his little hands helped button the tiny little jacket that Chief Dan McKenzie had found for him and some of the other children who had come to join the ride.

Father Daly, the firehouse chaplain, led everyone present in a short prayer, giving the blessing for the ride, praying for the souls of the departed and those who were still in the line of work. When he had finished, the brass bell in the yard began to ring loudly, signaling for everyone to jump in the trucks.

"Bye Daddy, we'll see you later," Auggie chirped as Bob lifted him into the cab of the truck with Sean and Chief McKenzie.

"Bye buddy, I'll see you when we get to the city," Bob said, giving his son a kiss before the doors were shut.

You, Bob and the others each jumped into a truck, the kids all riding in the cabs or in the backs with the other firefighters. You gave each other a look, his hand gripping yours tightly as the trucks began to roll out of the station, the sirens going as soon as they were part of the way down the road.

You and Bob hung onto the back rails as the truck rolled down the road with the long line of firetrucks and police cars not far behind. The wind rushed through your hair as the procession rode through Cheyenne Falls, heading towards Oklahoma City. So many others from in and around town had come to stand on the streets, cheering everyone on and to show their support.

You and Bob had never experienced anything like this before, the exhilarating feeling filling you both from head to toe. Bob held your hand even tighter as you hung on, ready for the 110 miles into Oklahoma City, side by side with the man you loved.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #pete maverick mitchell #penny benjamin mitchell #amelia benjamin mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben paybak fitch #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

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bumblesimagines · 7 months

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“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

- Carla

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

pronoun: male, he/him/his

"I can't believe him sometimes." Lucrecia sighed dramatically as she swirled a glass of champagne, carefully watching the way (Y/N) engaged with Cayetana. She laughed along with whatever he said, hands touching on his arms and neck with a coy smile. It made Carla's blood boil.

They weren't serious. They couldn't be. For the sake of Polo, her ex and his brother. Their relationship had been simple at one point. A light-hearted rivalry filled with banter and teasing, even after Polo stained his hands with the blood of Marina. Then, it changed due to one too many drinks and poor decision making. (Y/N) wanted things to be normal, Carla needed things to change.

Lucrecia suddenly laughed and slapped her hand over her maroon-colored lips, eyes crinkling with amusement. "I just realized she looks like you, Carla." She giggled and Carla's jaw clenched.

"I thought she was your friend, Lu. Or are you only using her for status like you always do?" Carla spat and the amusement vanished off Lucrecia's face. The blonde turned on her heel and tossed her purse aside on the booth, steely eyes turning back to the two by the bar.

"Carla?" Lucrecia called questioningly but she ignored her, striding down the stairs and crossing through the dancefloor. Cayetana smiled widely at (Y/N) and she laughed, hand moving to rest on his forearm. Her eyes moved to look at Carla and immediately widened, retracting her hand faster than lightning. Carla only had to arch a brow for Cayetana to bid him goodbye and go the other way.

"Carlita," (Y/N) sighed and leaned back against the bar, turning to look at her in mild annoyance. She took Cayetana's spot and eyed the drink she'd ordered.

"We need to talk."

"We had this conversation already. Polo fucked up big time and it's taken a toll on him. He drinks more, acts more reckless. If he finds out I slept with his ex, who know what'll do to him. You and I are friends and that's that."

"Maybe I don’t wanna be just friends with you. Maybe I want you to stop revolving your life around what Polo wants. He's not a baby anymore, (Y/N)."

"You're right, he's not a baby. He's a murderer who hasn't been caught and forgive me if I don't want him to lose his shit again and hurt someone else. Marina lost her life 'cause she chose to sleep with a thief and 'cause Polo loves you so much he wanted to make you happy."

Carla's throat tightened, gaze turning to search for Polo's figure among the crowd. "I didn't ask him to get the watch back." She murmured.

"It doesn't matter, Carla. He did it for you regardless. I'm thankful you... you helped him. But if you want anything more than friendship, I'm not sticking around."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #elite #elite x reader #elite x male reader #elite x you #elite x y/n #carla rosón caleruega #carla roson #carla roson x reader #carla roson x male reader #Carla Rosón x reader #Carla Rosón x male reader #Carla Rosón x you #Carla Rosón x y/n #polo benavent #lucrecia montesinos

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diakaoniii · 2 years

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— carla tsukinami

Your wrists tightly bound by metal chains linked to a stone wall. You yanked firmly on the heavy metal chains, but they held firm. Carla was amusedly watching you struggle with your metal chains. You'd be here forever if you kept going at this pace. You knew that you had brought everything on yourself because of your foolish escape attempt.

You could almost feel his rage erupting in waves.

“Kisama... Did you truly believe you could get away from me? Good grief, you're a dumber woman than I imagined…”

He approached your chained form, his footsteps echoing in the dungeon.

“C-Carla-San… Please, I’m b-beseech you—” A harsh slap unexpectedly cut your words short.

*SLAP*

His palm brushed up to your soft cheek. The harsh slap was followed by searing agony. At the hit, your head jerked to the side. Your cheek was bruised. Your mouth was open, and blood oozing your mouth. Your eyes closed tightly in pain and terror.

“Silence. I'm not interested in hearing your nonsensical apologies, woman.”

He turned around and grabbed an invisible item. You opened your eyes in fear when you heard the sound of whips. Your wet eyes met the thing in his palm. You struggled once more. You looked at the thing in his hand as he turned to face you.

A whip made of sharp leather tendrils. Made for slicing skin.

Your terrified gaze met his golden eyes full of cruelty. His eyes were devoid of any sympathy. There was nothing except cruel delight. Your terror pleased him.

As he got closer, you shook your head in terror and your apologetic eyes into his golden eyes. You were so overcome with terror that all you could do was trembling in front of him and look at him with those terrified eyes that plead for mercy.

“Now, I will break your mind and your body until there is not a single part of you that is not in awe of me, woman.”

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6lostgirl6 · 2 years

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Hey, can you do a fem!Reader x Poly Lost Boys where the way that they meet reader, is she is beating tf out of a guy (probably surf nazi) for not taking no as an answer. Like she has a lot of anger issues and if just laying into this guy. The boys see this and immediately are in love, especially our little ball of rage and chaos Marko. Wherever it goes after that is up to you though. Thank you!!!

Spitfire Pt. 1

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

TW: Cursing, (Briefly) Sexual Assault Towards Reader, Fighting

Arriving in Santa Carla as its newest resident for the summer was supposed to be thrilling. There were new places to visit for various forms of entertainment, interesting individuals to meet, and possibly discovering a sweet summer romance. Well, as the newest resident, you definitely received that. If you don’t count getting almost fondled by one of the locals during one of your summer nights while checking out the boardwalk that held such entertainment, ruin your fun.

You were leaning against the food stand while waiting on your order. Your arms crossed while your elbows rested on the counter. You took in the bright colors from the various lights illuminating the boardwalk. After a while, you suddenly felt fingers go along the length of your thigh exposed by your skirt. You shivered, not from excitement but rather disgust and a wave of anger from being touched.

“Hey baby, what are you doing leaning over with a skirt like that?” A voice purred, thick and deep indicating it was a male.

Just as quickly as the fingers appeared, it went away as you hastily straightened yourself. You turned towards the male in question, your clenched fist hidden from sight at your side.

“None of your business and don’t fucking touch me again.” You said, glaring at him with your (e/c) eyes, a frown upon your face from how upset you were.

“Hey, don’t be like that! I was only trying-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, already walking away from the food stand, losing your appetite from the stupidity that this guy essentially possessed. While passing other individuals enjoying your night, you faintly heard the sound of footsteps rushing after you. Suddenly, you felt your wrist get snatched and pulled back the opposite direction from where you were heading.

Already knowing that it was the harasser, you quickly pivoted towards him, punching him across the face. The force of the impact forced the guy to let go in order to stabilize himself and cradle the side of his face that you punched with a yell.

“What the fuck,” His eyes darkened and he straightened, getting ready to return the favor, “You fucking bit-”

Without missing a beat, you avoided the assaulting arm that was hurtling straight for you, grabbing his arm in order to force his body towards you. Raising your knee, you knocked it into the guy’s stomach which made him fold over while simultaneously grabbing his hair and bringing his nose towards the same knee you used. During this, a crowd began to form wondering what the commotion was about and staying to watch how far you would have been able to beat up a man. With an angry yell, you punched him across the face making him fall to the ground, cradling his face and stomach with pained groans.

You smirked at his displayed anguish and pain from the strikes he received across his face and the ultimate blow to his stomach. Mentally patting yourself on the back, you turned away and pushed yourself through the crowd to spend the rest of your night enjoying the boardwalk, thinking that this would be the last time you would have to deal with him.

From a short distance away, you failed to notice a group of guys sitting on their bikes entirely enjoying the scene, especially the smallest one with curly long hair. Marko, ever the creature that enjoyed such violence, felt like he felt his undead heart skip a beat within his chest. Glancing towards his brothers, he noticed that they seemed to have the same awestruck look upon their faces.

He smirked, leaning over his handlebars with his head tilted while his gaze lingered on you as you drifted further and further away towards the entrance of the boardwalk. Essentially, while watching you earlier, he was ready to jump in and defend your honor when the guy grabbed your wrist when you tried walking away. However, seeing you in action that was almost equivalent to his own burst of violent engagement with the same group of Surfer Nazis made him feel like he was falling in love at first sight.

He sighed with a dopey smile on his face, “Guys, I think I’ve finally fallen in love.” He said, glancing at his brothers that were already staring at him with dark smirks of their own.

Paul chuckled and leaned back on his bike, taking another drag of his joint that he was almost finished with. “Why don’t we meet the little spitfire?” He jested, making Marko chuckle along with him.

Dwayne, silent the whole time could only watch you with a sense of softness. He thought you were gorgeous and seeing you defend yourself was extremely attractive. He glanced at David, giving him a nod and a small affirmative that he was on the same page.

David threw his cigarette to the ground, stubbing it out with the heel with his black boot and pushing back the kickstand to his bike. He wouldn't admit it, but just the same as Marko, he felt the same twinge in his chest upon seeing you and monitoring the way you handled yourself.

“Let's go then, boys.” He said, chuckling while revving his motorcycle while the others hollered in excitement. Quickly taking off, the others followed him towards the direction you went. Easily, you were on foot and it wouldn't be hard to catch you.

While walking down the street, everything was quiet and peaceful in comparison to how the boardwalk went. You could finally relax and enjoy the rest of your night before you went home. However, that ended when you could hear the distance rumbling of four motorcycles closing in behind you.

#fem!reader #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hey.. no clue if you do smut for the LOSTBOYS, but this one is for my silent boy Dwayne.

(Male) reader who dresses a lot like Bill. S Preston Esquire (cropped t-shirts, flannel And colorful jeans) meets Dwayne after bumping into him on the boardwalk and let’s just say things get a bit.. ✨Spicy✨ your David smut was magical btw!<3

Use Your Words

Dwayne x Male reader who dresses like Bill S. Preston Esq.

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!

I haven’t written any smut yet so I think you may be thinking of @misslavenderlady ‘s hypnokink smut with David that I reposted:)

This is my first request ever so I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, handjob, daddy kink

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After years of pinching every penny you could, spending your days mowing lawns and washing cars, you had finally saved enough money to travel to Santa Carla. Most people new Santa Carla as the murder capital of the world, you knew it as the thrifting capital of the world.

Ever since you could remember you had been obsessed with clothes. You were kind of a shy guy, so it was easier to express yourself through what you wore rather than what you said…or didn’t say for that matter. You couldn’t wait to comb through the racks and racks of cozy flannels, colorful jackets, brightly colored tops, and whatever else Santa Carla had to offer.

You headed down to the boardwalk where you knew the best selections would be. You flitted from store to store combing for hidden gems in the sea of pieces. It was getting late as your scouring was coming to an end for the night. You walked along the boardwalk to your car with bags full of great finds, including a bunch of vintage Adidas tees you planned on cropping yourself, when you collided with a…brick wall?

No wait, that wasn’t a wall, it was…a stunningly attractive man? His brown eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked you up and down. You blushed as you realized you had just collided with his incredibly toned, bare chest. You sputtered put an apology as you tried to slide past him but he gripped your arm loosely. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be alone in Santa Carla at night? It is the murder capital of the world after all.” You shot him a confused look as you glanced down at your watch. It flashed 2:48am and your jaw dropped. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, have to the man and half to yourself. “I better get back to my hotel.”

“Hotel?” He asked, “you’re just visiting?”

“Yeah, flew in this morning, I head back on Thursday.” You replied.

“Well if you’re only in Santa Carla for a few days, you can’t waste your time sleeping.” He said. “Why don’t I take you around instead?”

“I don’t even know your name,” you stated

“My name’s Dwayne,” he told you, “let me show you the best that Santa Carla has to offer.”

You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline at his offer. Something inside of you was screaming to accept and let the gorgeous man take you around. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ “Sure Dwayne,” you said, “show me the best Santa Carla has to offer.”

That was how you found yourself pressed against the wall of the grimiest alleyway you had ever seen. Dwayne had you completely caged in by his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was palming you though your jeans with one hand, and massaging your exposed abs with the other. A moan fell from your lips as he leaned forward to nip at your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Dwayne was a big guy, you were overwhelmed by him, his frame pressed against you, his scent all around you, his touch all over you, it was intoxicating. Dwayne, as if he could read your mind, chuckled into your neck as he continued to kiss and bite at you. “Please Dwayne,” you whispered as you moaned, “I need more please.” “What do you need baby?” Dwayne asked, still latched onto your neck, his tone teasing. You shivered at the nickname. “I- I want you to touch me,” you said shyly, “please.” Dwayne let out another laugh as he continued to palm you. “But I am touching you,” he replied. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes but…but touch me more.”

“More how?”

“You know how.”

“How can i know if you don’t tell me? c’mon baby, use your words, I know you can do it.”

His condescending tone made your toes curl. You opened your mouth to ask for what you wanted, but before you could get the words out, Dwayne’s tongue was shoved down your throat. You moaned into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He took the hand that had been on your abs and used it to capture both your wrists and hold them against the wall. He stopped palming you to unbutton your jeans, chuckling as you whimpered at the lost contact. He pulled away leaving you breathless. “Aw baby,” he said, “cat got your tongue?” Dwayne pouted at you mockingly. Making you flush red as the jeans you were wearing. “That’s ok sweet boy,” he whispered while stroking your cheek, “daddy knows what you need.”

He pulled your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your hardened cock to slap against your stomach. He put his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had appeared, over the head of your shaft. His fingers curled around your length, stroking you slowly with one hand, while he rid you of your cropped top with the other. You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his huge hand around you. He stroked you firmly, his expert fingers working you slowly.

His slow pace wore on you as you found yourself again wanting more. You whined and bucked up into his hand, silently begging him to speed up his strokes. He squeezed you a bit, making you gasp in ecstasy, but did nothing to increase his pace. “Pleaseeee” you begged. “Please what baby? I thought we talked about this. I can’t read your mind now can I?” Dwayne asked you with a smirk. Tears were forming at the corner of your eyes as Dwayne continued his ministrations. You knew exactly what you wanted, but for some reason, when you opened your mouth, the words couldn’t make it past your lips. All you could do was let out an exasperated whimper. Dwayne sighed mockingly and clicked his tongue. “Such a shy boy, let daddy take care of you.”

Dwayne sped up his strokes and started to fondle your balls while keeping enough of his body weight on you to keep you pinned against the wall. He relatched onto your neck while you moaned. “Being such a good boy for daddy, letting him take care of you like this.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You flushed and panted at his words as you felt your orgasm building. With each stroke you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if Dwayne could sense it, he leaned into your ear again and whispered “wanna cum baby? You gonna cum for daddy?” You moaned, “yes daddy, m’ gonna cum.” You gasped as thick ropes of cum sprayed from your cock into Dwayne’s hand. You slumped against the wall, painting from the intensity of your orgasm, Dwayne was an artist with his hands. “Dwayne,” you breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.” Dwayne smirked as he manhandled you onto all fours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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#the lost boys #dwayne lost boys #dwayne x reader #Dwayne x male reader #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys fic #the lost boys smut #male reader

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lazywerebat · 1 year

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hello again 🫶

i am the biggest sucker for angst and comfort

how would you feel about this, the lost boys x trans male reader who’s got really bad daddy issues

the type of daddy issues they make you find comfort in men, seek their love and approval for everything, just really bad attachment issues

so it’s just the reader and his daddy issues affecting how he is with the boys 🫶🫶

Losing My Mind !

Polyam! Lost Boys x TransMan! Reader With Daddy Issues

a/n; thank you for request! i think i may or may not went overboard with this but idrc cuz it was rlly relatable to write! i wrote it based of off a this very very relatable song to me! hope you dont mind that TvT!! also at very end i decided to turn reader into a vampire because that just came to me :))

word count; 6.2k

warnings; reader having bad daddy issues! reader having multiple panic attacks! reader having suicidal thoughts ( not mentioned but hinted )! reader being turned into a vampire!

“LEAVE ME ALONE”

you yelled as you slapped your room door and locking it. You could hear banging on door and yelling coming from other side.

You were laying on the floor in silence and fear, asking yourself over and over again ‘Why the hell am I here?’ and are you losing your mind? Your world has turned to dust ever since you came out to your dad, you thought he would be happy to have a son, you always heard from him that you were meant to be boy. How he would could you his perfect son and now when you are, everything turned upside down. You felt like no one was around, if you could scream you would but you couldn't make a sound. You knew you were slowly dying inside while tears were coming from your eyes and won't stop. You knew you would be like that all night until you heard a sound like someone is throwing rocks at your window. You slowly stood up, wiping away your tears, trying to looking like you weren't crying. You open window to see your four boyfriends waiting for you to come, shit you forgot you were supposed to meet them at boardwalk half hour ago. You didn't bother dressing up because you were wearing [band] t-shirt, jacket Dwayne gave to you, black ripped jeans and boots. At this point you didn't care how you looked around them you were happy that they were in your life and that you could trust someone. You hoped your dad wasn't in living room or near it, you were slowly coming down stairs trying to not make any noises until you exited the house. That went pretty well,

“Heyy baby!”

you heard one of your boyfriends call, you went to them and gave them all kisses and hugs. Soon after that you went to boardwalk as promised, none of them questioned why you didn't show up at promised time. They probably thought you forgot cause of your bad memory issues but what was important to them is that you were there with them. Boys and you were walking down boardwalk looking at many rides and many arcade Santa Carla has to offer. You would asked them if you could go to some rides, go to arcades or anything, which happily they would agree not questioning why you needed their approval in first place, they thought it was cute you asked them to make sure its okay with them. You were having fun until your eyes landed on your father, whose looking at you with either anger, disappointment or both. You didn't realise you went away from boys, everything was mute to you and that feeling was coming back. You didn't knew what boys seen in you and when they looked at you. You were sitting on floor, back against some building, head between your knees while arms hugged your legs. That question repeated in your head ‘Should I end it all?’ if you couldn't be free from all of this or boys seen a fighter in you not ready to leave with a burning desire to live. You felt a hand on your shoulder and someone speaking to you but you couldn't manage to hear what they said. Feeling of bare chest, hand stroking your back while other hand hold you tight made you realise you were in Dwaynes arms. By that you knew others were with you or they were near. You couldn't really see your surroundings as your vision was complete blur. You just heard him comforting you, making sure you were alright and yes or no questions. You closed your eyes as you calmed down, you went more into his chest seeking for more comfort and he happily gave you more. Soon you felt kisses all over your face, some praises and hand stroking your back.

“Is he feeling alright?”

questioned David, Dwayne looked up to him and nodded. David was glad you were doing better. After you calmed down you went to beach. You were sitting on Dwaynes lap as he was giving you kisses on your neck and cheek, David was next to you while Paul and Marko were in ocean, splashing each other and laughing. You watched as they swam in ocean which some people called life. You were always looking for an escape from everything happening in your life recently, you didn't know what that would be, maybe reading comics, drawing, reading or sleeping? You didn't know. Maybe it could be just staring at ceiling in your room as memories of your father and you flooded your mind, how you would have a fight, having good moment together, him teaching you how to properly use a gun and many many more. You were drowning and drowning in memories of your father and you that you didn't realise David was calling you.

“Hey Y/n. You okay?”

he asked while looking at you, you shaked your head to stop memories then look at him while nodding signaling to him your fine. He just looked at you to confirm it and you gave him a smile,

“Im seriously fine Davey, don't worry!”

you reassured him. This time he was one to nod, you didn't know if he believed you or not, you also didn't know if he was reading your mind. You knew that they were vampires, they told you themselves. You were looking around the beach until you spotted a father and a son having nice moment together. You had that feeling again like you were bounded in chains with a stone in youre chest while lungs were filling with memories, you were drowning in them so fast and it was getting harder and harder to breath. Boys noticed your behaviour and took you to cave, they probably read your memories and knew what was going on. You were this time in Pauls arms, David walking around the cave, Dwayne sitting on couch observing everything while Marko wasn't here, you didn't knew where he was. After some time he came with some bottle covered in some shiny gems or whatever they were called as he gave it to David who came to you. You looked at him,

“Come on kitten, drink up, be with us for eternity and forget him.”

he assured, as he was holding bottle in front of you waiting for your answer as everybody else. You didn't care, you knew you would be safe with them that they would protect you forever. You were still recovering from what happened at beach, so your hands were shaking but you open your mouth. You watched him grin while he poured liquid in your mouth as you heard cheering from others.

“We know exactly someone perfect for your first kill handsome.”

Paul mentioned as he held you and gave you kisses. You drank all liquid from bottle and smiled, David held your chin as he kissed you. You knew you were perfectly safe and protected with them.

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