#like fuck off tIfFaNy *i don't care*

[that-disabled-princess]

I remember seeing a post about how being aromantic is akin to being allergic to corn, and like... yeah. Being romance-repulsed, loveless, and aplatonic in addition to being aromantic is like being allergic to olives and corn. And also their common substitutes. Olive oil and cornstarch are used in everything. There is no escape.

You tell someone you can't have a food because olive oil was used, and it's "oh, but surely you aren't allergic to olive oil! That's not a real thing."

You can't have a food because there's cornstarch in it and it's, "oh, but it's such a small amount of corn, surely you'll be fine. I know you can't have corn, but a tiny amount of cornstarch?"

You tell someone that, actually, you are also allergic to a common substitute, and it's "so you just can't eat at all? that's so sad!" or "then what CAN you eat? it's so sad you have such a dislike for food."

"Surely, you aren't actually repulsed by romance! That's so sad! And also, you made that up!"

"I know you're aromantic, but you can't actually be uncomfortable with people using the word 'love' as a blanket for emotions, can you?"

"So you don't feel love for your friends AT ALL? You just don't feel AT ALL? How sad!"

It's exhausting.

#i'm so sick of being told my very self is depressing #like fuck off tIfFaNy *i don't care* #i am living my best life #like yes tiffany i AM repulsed by romance and uncomfortable with overly romantic things #i AM uncomfortable with people automatically using ''love'' as a blanket word to describe my emotions and the emotions of those around me #saw a post that was like ''your friends love you more than you know and love you just as much as you love them'' and now i'm venting #sigh #also i don't like the word ''friend'' being used for me unless... well i don't actually know the ''unless'' #all i know is there are a couple people i'm really close to who i'm comfortable with using the word ''friend'' with #and most others are friendly acquaintances /pos #aromantic #loveless aro #amatonormativity #romance repulsed #aplatonic

[jadeslashes]

🕸 being stalked by them.

includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.

warnings: includes nsfw, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. minors please dni.

tw: stalking, nsfw references, mention of dead animals [in jason voorhees’ section].

🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's incredibly calm, collected and calculated about it

honestly most of the time you'd just think when you cross paths with him that he's just Some Attractive Guy

and any time he makes a comment about how you look, or even says something that you think he shouldn't know about you, you pass it off as just him being observant and charming

wouldn't be shocked if he had a couple pages of notes about you

and if you ever got a little too close to finding out what he was actually doing, he'd know to lay off a little (and if anything, insult you like he tends to do to throw you off the scent a bit)

every time he's watching you he's thinking about all the things he wants to do to you, he'd get lost in his own thoughts staring at you until you moved out of his sight

by the time he asks you to go on a formal date with him, you can tell he's a little strange, but you don't know how long he's been planning this exact date with you or how much he knows about you

🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he would be horribly possessive over you, anyone who comes too close has pretty much unknowingly held a gun to their own head

he's ruthless about it too, he doesn't care who they are or how close you were with them, they're getting killed off as soon as possible because his goal is for you to have no one but him to rely on

he'd be doing everything he possibly could to get you in a weakened mental state, so that you'd be more malleable and easier to manipulate

and if he can't be your one and only, he's just going to have to kill you too ig

🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

to be fair, she didn't expect herself to become infatuated with you

she hardly even realized how obsessed she'd become before she was already trying to figure out how to make you hers <3

however unlike most, she wouldn't stalk you before trying to talk to you and flirting with you

you'd be going on dates, spending time with her and getting to know her

and all the while she'd be collecting information, never wanting to be away from you because she's just that into you

🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's the stalker you should be terrified for your life over, and he's not subtle

you won't know who he is, but you'll know that there's something wrong, someone watching you, someone playing these fucked up games with you

he'd leave dead animals in your yard from time to time, and do a lot of things to mess with your head, create anxiety until your every move is filled with complete dread of what you might find next or what might happen if you leave your house

and he's not stalking you with the intent of charming you and dating you, he's stalking you with the intent of taking you, eventually he just wouldn't be able to help himself, he'd need to have you <3

🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's your very typical, almost basic stalker

the hiding in the shadows type who's always watching you from their hiding spot unseen

is he watching you because he's planning to harm you or because he wants to learn about and observe you, maybe even protect you? who knows <3

he knows your schedule and knows where you'll be at any given point in the day pretty much all the time

he'd leave things for you in places where he knows you'll find them, he'll take things like your jewelry, books, or clothes and leave them somewhere else

i could see him having a small notebook full of notes about you scribbled in his messy handwriting too <3

i don't know if he'd ever make himself known to you, but he might eventually leave a trace, a hint of himself behind to give you a glimpse of who he is

⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

the moment you open the lament configuration, there's no getting rid of them

they can appear at will where they want to, and they'll use this to their advantage

no one escapes the cenobites, and you're certainly no exception <3

while the cenobites' main goal is usually to defile and tear apart people's souls, that's not quite pinhead's goal with you

they'd want to keep you around longer, make this torture last

and considering they are completely neutral and never have feelings of any kind towards their victims, you should feel pretty special for the hold you've managed to have on pinhead

you'd never be able to sleep knowing what you might wake up to in your room

and obviously you'd never be able to tell anyone, who's going to believe you when you tell them a cenobite is stalking you and trying to torture you for their own enjoyment? good luck trying to explain what a cenobite even is without sounding completely insane

there's absolutely no getting out of it, you're stuck playing this cat and mouse game with pinhead until they decide your time is up

🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

you would have absolutely no idea, i mean who would ever believe that jennifer check of all people was a stalker?

but little does anyone know, she stalks you extensively, she's literally obsessed with you

she knows all of your socials and lurks them often, knows your schedule, knows what car you drive, knows who all of your friends are

if she found out you were going to a party this saturday, you bet your ass she'd be there. if she heard you were going to the mall with your friends right this second, she'd drop everything and make annita go to the mall with her so she could try to find you

she's much smoother about it than most because she's not the silently stare at you type, she'll come up and talk to you outright

so when she starts to flirt with you and asks you to do things with her, you think she just likes you, you don't ever question for a minute how she knows so much about you or why she already knows where your house is or anything like that

also honestly? her jealousy is insane, the urge to get rid of anyone that got too close to you would be strong to the point she might not even be able to control it

💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

obviously he shows up in your dreams constantly

however unlike with his other victims, his goal isn't necessarily to kill you

whenever he chases you in your dreams he taunts you with fear tactics and tricks

occasionally you'd wake up with little scratches from his blades, which would almost be his way of claiming you, letting you know that he's there, that he's real

and the fact that no one would believe you about your dream demon hurting you in the waking, physical world? that makes it even better for him, he loves to see how he's driving you insane

he'd appear in your dreams every night to the point that it'd become more comforting to you than nightmarish, maybe even eventually you'd stop running away from him

and by then, if you ever didn't dream about him it'd be discomforting, it'd almost upset you

which wasn't even his goal, but he's definitely very happy with the outcome

even the little scratches would start to be a comfort to you, because it means that he's there

🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

you probably vaguely know him actually

not super well, to you he's just a guy you pass when you walk around the park like you usually do on fridays, or the guy you see sometimes at the one grocery store you always go to

you've had conversations in passing with him, and you'd never have a clue how much he knows about you or how many times he's watched you unseen

he picks up on every little detail, things you might not even notice about yourself

and when he finally starts really talking to you, using his charm and flirting a little, you're absolutely astonished at how well you and him seem to click

and you have no clue that it's only because he's stalked you for god knows how long <3

🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he probably isn't very sly about it, i think you'd catch onto it pretty quickly

but just because he isn't slick doesn't mean it doesn't freak you out

whenever you go to school you're worried about seeing him, and somehow he always seems to be way closer to you than he should be

and he's such a starer, you could catch him staring and he wouldn't even stop or try to look away

and the worst part is that no matter how creeped out you get, no matter how many too-strange-to-be-a-coincidence things happen, no one believes you when you try to tell them

that's because he's just such a loud, charismatic guy that everyone seems to enjoy

and because of that, you're pretty much trapped

📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

it all starts with those taunting, random phone calls

they'd start out few and far between

you'd just get a random phone call one night, have a very short, strange conversation with whoever was on the other line, then hang up and that'd be the end of it

until it happened again, and it was the same voice as the last time

each conversation, things would get more and more personal

and when you finally decided to hang up, not put up with this stranger's bullshit games anymore, that's when things would get real

that's when the phone calls would turn into him describing your clothing, the room you're in, and each move you make

he'd have you in total fear, under his complete control <3

#slashers x reader #slasher fucker #patrick bateman x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #pinhead x reader #jennifer check x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jackson rippner x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #pinhead #patrick bateman #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #jason voorhees #michael myers #jennifer’s body #jennifer check #freddy krueger #jackson rippner #slashers

[rafescurtainbangz]

watching porn with rafe

+18 Minor DNI

800 words

Rafe x Female Reader

Master list: link

Tag list: link

Tags: @imyourdaninow @romaescapes @randymeeksistheloml @waywardsoul113 @gri959 @redhead1180

Valentine's Day… What do you get your boyfriend? The man who has everything and anything he's ever wanted, including you.

You pass him the little gift bag, watching his eyes sparkle as he takes it in, knowing he’ll most likely get something shiny purchased on his card. He humors you sweetly nonetheless, giving you that smile that makes your heart race a little faster.

His eyebrows pinch together as he pulls out the flash drive. “What do we have here?” He eyes the little device in his large palm, his curiosity peaks, turning the faux surprise genuine. He looks down at you, waiting for your response, but you simply shrug and giggle. “Alright. Alright. Let's see what my girl got me. Yeah?”

He whisks you off your kitten-heeled feet, taking you into his arms, walking down the long hallways of Tanneyhill to his master bedroom. You let out a little gasp as you take everything in, the usual gifts and flowers, but Rafe loves how excited you get each time, regardless.

“Rafey…” You coo, making the high-points of his cheeks blush as you fawn over his sweetness and how well he takes care of you.

“Daddy’s always got you. You know that, princess,” he hums, dressing your new Tiffany necklace around your throat as he kisses his way to your ear. “Can't wait to see what you got me, baby girl.”

"Why don't you get comfortable? And I'll go put something on," you whisper onto his lips, to which he happily obliges.

You stroll over to the nightstand, littered with gifts purchased by Rafe, eyeing the lingerie sets.

“Somethin’ pink, princess,” he aids.

You change quickly, slipping into the matching silk robe before stepping into your heels again. Snagging the flash drive, you pop it into the tv, sauntering toward the bed as Rafe stalks your movements with a preditory stare, waiting for you to drop the delicate fabric.

His eyes are only on you for a moment before the roll back; Rafe grabbing for you fast, drawing you closer. You straddle his legs, feeling his cock, hard between your thighs.

"Tonight is going to be a good night," he smiles; his hands drifting around to your ass, gripping tightly.

"Mmm... All night long?"

"All night long, angel. Gonna make you so dumb you forget your own name,” he chuckles raspily against your glossy lips.

"You want your gift, daddy?"

“This is enough, truly,” he mumbles as he slides your bra straps off your shoulders. “But I'm a greedy man, honey. Let me have it.”

You reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the remote, pressing play. Rafe’s eyes double with his devilish smile as he takes a rough grip on your curves. “Fuck, was this Moracco?” He rasps. “Did you record-” His voice trails off as he watches your naked body come into frame before adjusting the camera slightly, ensuring the perfect angle for him. “Holy shit. My girl looks fuckin’ good,” he moans before slapping your ass. “God damn. C’omere, princess.”

He snaps at the little band of your thong guiding you to slip it off. You finger the clasp of your bra flicking that away before relaxing your back into his muscular chest. Rafe snuggles into you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as you kiss on camera.

"Look at how good we look. Shit," he sighs; kissing you gently on the neck; drifting up toward your ear. "My own personal pornstar," he groans, sinfully. His soft voice in your ears gives you the giggles. "Ugh... Not the giggle too. Just kill me, princess."

He draws his hands up to your breasts, taking a hold of them, massaging them in his large palms. He circles your nipples slowly, making you whine.

“Fuck, I gotta big dick. You think she’s gonna take it all in that tight little pussy?” He taunts. Rafe’s hand drifts over your naval, lowering to your sex, his other hand resting lightly on your throat.

He massages the inside of your thighs with a heavy hand; dangerously close to where you're craving him most. "Mmm..." you purr. He grabs your chin roughly, directing you toward his lips.

You let out an airy sigh when he slides his fingers through your folds; the tip of his ringed digits dipping in and out of your entrance. His fingers rub around your clit; small waves of pleasure with every stroke of the hand.

“We’re gonna watch this again and again,” his fingers mirror his words; a smile felt against your lips.

“Please, daddy.”

“So polite, princess. So good f’me. Look at you take my cock. Fuck m’givin’ it to you so good," he hums.

"So - So good," you pant as Rafe adds more friction. "Just like that." You plead. Rafe kisses your neck roughly; your heart starts beating faster.

He lets out a wicked laugh as you repeat yourself on camera. “Yes, Rafe just like that. Fuck!” Your desperate cries come pouring out of the tv speakers. He repeats your words teasingly through kisses which only makes you wetter, the squelching of your own pussy making the video hard to hear.

"Bet you can't wait for me to stuff you full of my cock. Hmm? Look at you beg for me. I'm ruining you, honey. Jesus fuck. N’you’re just takin’ me like the whore you are,” he grunts. Rafe adds all four fingers, his strong hands rubbing your bundle of nerves. You hit your crescendo. "That's it, baby," he growls. "Cum for me."

You feel yourself pulsing; shockwaves gripping your body as you ride the waves of your orgasm. Rafe’s fingers slip along your pussy, sinking in and out of your entrance slowly, just playing with you, letting you soak in all your pleasure.

You watch yourself fall apart on camera as Rafe cums with you. The two of you reaching for air, panting and kissing between breathes as he plays with the cum slipping out of your soaked hole, before stuffing it deep inside.

He lift his finger to his lips, sucking them clean before reaching for the remote.

“Round two, princess.”

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x smut #drew starkey smut #rafecore #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x bimbo!reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe x kook!reader #rafe x me #rafe cameron smut one shot #rafe cameron x y/n

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Playing "4 Big Guys" around the slashers

Shitpost idea has been made, so here XD

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

Given the music is VERY adult related, this is 18+ ONLY

OG Michael Myers

Ain't gonna lie, the second you play that song he's probably staring at you instantly. Anger? Disappointment? Cursing your entire family and possible future children? Who knows! It's Michael-Fucking-Myers baby!!!

He's not used to anything sexual overall so hearing a song openly sing about gay sex, and in such a detailed way, would worry him. Not for the singer, no- more on your taste in music.

And don't even get me started on when he hears about shit being involved. The second he hears that being mentioned he's turning off the music entirely, patting your head, and dragging you away so you'll listen to something he likes instead to cleanse that weird mind of yours. Like... Kate Bush or something.

He'd like Kate Bush right? He looks like a Kate Bush enjoyer.

RZ Michael Myers

Judging you, hard. Though he ain't saying it. His aura is practically smellable he's judging you so hard.

Does he like it? No. It's loud, obnoxious, and profound filled. Ignoring the obvious "gay sex and other weirdness" part, the volume of the music reminds him of his childhood.

He's smashing the device the music is coming from. He doesn't care if it's your MP3 all the way to a damn TV or Alexa, he's smashing that shit to pieces if it means he doesn't need to hear it anymore.

What would he put on instead? Calming ambient noises that play for hours on end on YouTube. It's the exact opposite of whatever hellscape you just played. It's better.

Brahms Heelshire

Well first of all it ain't classical, so that's a point on the "I Hate This" list.

Second it's not a piano.

Third it's literally "4 Big Guys"-

Not only is this poor man confused about everything the singer is saying, I highly doubt his parents explained LGBTQ+ to him, he's also hating how loud it is.

"Who puts things up their ass?" - Brahms Heelshire 2024

You turn off the music yourself when he practically begs you to.

You're probably tryna hold in your laughter while he's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck he just heard.

Jason Voorhees

Is there a bigger word for "traumatized"? Because that man earns it.

You're lucky af, if his mom was live she'd hit you with a crowbar so fast- Not kill you tho, she wouldn't dare hurt her boy.

But yeah, he's not saying anything, nor moving. Bro's too traumatized. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE-

You better give him his teddy he fucking deserves it TmT

Laughing his ass off until the shit is mentioned, even this horny gremlin has his limits.

Can you tell I hate shit kinks? XD

He'd want an apology for you blasting that song so far to that section. But no music! He hates Christmas songs, they're so repetitive and they all sound the same anyway.

Bake him a cake, the more unique the better. His favourite so far is red velvet with cream cheese frosting!

Then when he's finished eating you're getting railed by him not longer after, man's not changed. Not now, not ever.

Freddy Krueger

You can play this entire song with this man on REPEAT and he'd be fine with it.

I'd be surprised if he didn't given his track record and.... slicing open his skin to reveal green "blood" and maggots crawling out.

Would he laugh the first time? ABSOLUTELY!

Would he jokingly sing along, probably.

But he would TOTALLY play this song when going after his victims sometimes. Imagine dying and the last thing you hear is:

"4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-"

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Billy is concerned for your wellbeing. Especially when you start singing it at full force with Stu joining in not long after.

Yeah Stu is enjoying this to the max!

Finds it hilarious, who the fuck wouldn't when you've got humour more broken than Brahms' doll-

But seeing you enjoying yourself to this.... absurdity, at least makes Billy calm down from worry. Now he's just concerned your taste in music may infiltrate your taste in movies.

I doubt the man's used to hearing music.... imagine this being his first time hearing it-

OMG he'd probably think this is normal for music.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? XD

If it's not his first time hearing music though? No concern, laughter, nothing. He's neutral, given that this is something that makes you a little chaotic gremlin.

He's happy seeing you comfortable enough around to be a "gremlin" as you call it.

Bubba Sawyer

Don't traumatize him more than he's been already!!

Sure he doesn't realise it, or the fact he's used to it, but the poor guy's already traumatized-

Though he's probably more confused in the whole scheme of things. I mean, he knows what sex is. But just the surface of it.

So he's probably just learnt way too much in such a short period of time.

Oh lord what have you done-

Harry Warden

Okay first of all, why is there no GIF of this man? WTF????

Second; man's from the mines, man's old fashioned, you've probably just thrown way too much modern shit in his face way too quickly that he's just staring at you, the music video, and then the floor.

Poor miner is so confused, especially when the "cum starts spraying".

Oh god he'll probably think it's like dust from the mines spraying everywhere.

Fucking hell that's a vision-

Tiffany Valentine

Finds it amusing? Yes.

Judging? Not as much as you'd expect.

Girl's been through a wild ride, hearing you blast out "4 Big Guys" from your phone wouldn't be the most shocking thing in the world.

Hell. she'd probably encourage you to start singing along to it XD

Oh she's gonna use that song to torture someone with it. She doesn't know how yet, but she's got the idea in her head now

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #rz myers x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhes x reader #billy lenz #black christmas #billy lenz x reader #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #stu macher #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #harry warden x reader #harry warden #tiffany valentine

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part three

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soundtrack: don't blame me - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and bradley spend the night, but the road to heaven is full of obstacles; some are external, others are self-inflicted. warnings: language, public scrutiny (will be a recurring theme in this fic ha!), bradley is a stand-up guy all round, fluff, smut (d/s elements, praise kink, bit of a bratty side?, fingering, oral [f receiving], dirty talk, size kink, bradley is PACKING, protected sex) notes: i'm back! life has been crazy since i posted the previous chapter, but i just wanna say thank you so so much for your patience and your kind words about the fic so far! big shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse and @teacupsandtopgun for being absolutely GEMS in brainstorming ideas-- this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for y'all <3 happy reading!

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The Langham, Sterling Suite. Ask for Holly Golightly ;)

Bradley smiles at your text, and the cheeky “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” reference. He shoots up a quick reply as he makes his way out to the lobby, fighting hard not to be grinning like an idiot to any unassuming passersby, until—

Click-click-click-click! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

“Hey, it’s Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Oi, Bradley! Give us a smile, mate!”

“Bradley, did you get to meet Y/N inside?”

“Did the boss let you out on a school night, Bradley?”

”How are you feeling about the Sunderland game this weekend?”

It’s a meager distance from the steps of Annabel’s to the curb where the valet has brought out his car, but holy shit. It doesn’t usually get nearly as crazy as this. He’s partied here with Harry Styles, and nobody bat an eye when the guy stumbled out drunk with his left tit out. But maybe it’s because Harry lives in London sometimes, or maybe because he was on a break… unlike Miss Americana on her world tour right now. It makes him pause and rethink how careful he needs to be.

Bradley gets into his car and drives off, trying to tread between the fine line of quick and careful. He can’t help but look over the rearview mirror more often than normal. Fuck, is this how you feel like all the time? He’s no stranger to the spotlight, but rather than the occasional run-ins, nobody has ever been interested in where he went to dinner on a random Tuesday night.

The Langham is barely a mile away, but Bradley sees photographers parked across the hotel with their long-lens cameras and disgusting disposition, and he keeps on driving. Thinking. Restrategizing. Hoping that his vintage aubergine Ferrari isn’t causing suspicion for driving by the second and third time.

He finds a basement parking lot behind the building and pulls up, hoping it’s the right entrance to the hotel. The attendant looks starstruck as he nods and points the way, sending him off with an eager ‘Come on you Gunners!’. And just like that, he makes it into the lobby out of the pap’s sight.

Be cool, he reminds himself, you’re only as suspicious as you seem to be. He comes up to the reception desk, and the girl behind it greets him warmly.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Langham. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Ms. Golightly at the Sterling Suite,” Bradley says smoothly. “Holly Golightly.”

“And who am I speaking with, sir?” The girl looks at him like he seems familiar, but can’t quite place him. 

“...Paul Varjak,” he states, unable to bite back the smile. Oh, the thrill of giving out a fake name with the very real possibility of getting called out on his shit. 

But she nods and grabs the telephone, dialing into your room. Blissfully ignorant of the pseudonym he just gave her. 

Good. 

Let this inside joke be the two of yours alone.

The elevator ride up is peaceful—too peaceful that he can hear his heart beating and his palms sweating. Even the carpet mutes his footsteps towards the double door. Before he even presses the bell, a bodyguard opens the door for him.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” he nods curtly. It’s one of the guys from the restaurant earlier. Middle-aged, stout and rather short, sporting a permanent scowl and a vibe that indicates he’s seen some shit.

“Hi. Sorry, I haven’t got your name…?”

“Guy,” he deadpans.

Bradley wonders if that’s his real name or he’s just saying it so Bradley would get off his case, but smiles anyway. “Nice to meet you, Guy.”

Guy hums gruffly and ushers him into the foyer, an identical hallway of the hotel, with a room on each side. “Through here,” he leads him towards another set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, you are full-on freaking out in your living room. Should you get changed? You’ve taken off your heels, but getting everything off feels so premeditated… You don’t even know if he wants things to go that far. Maybe you can break your little rule and bring out the wine for liquid courage? Gosh, nothing feels right. And it’s been so long since you’ve last done this that you’ve actually gone rusty.

And before you get to decide—in the long, wasteful twenty minutes or so you’ve been pacing, you hear a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

You rush over to get the door and there he is, coming out victorious through the hurdles, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Guy. I’ll take it from here,” you dismiss your security a little too quickly, nodding over Bradley’s shoulder. You’re sure Guy is rolling his eyes all the way back to his room over your lovestruck teenager behavior.

But it hardly matters when this man before you is looking at you like the sun.

“Hey, you.” Bradley beams at you from his spot. As if afraid to invade your space somehow.

And so are you. This feels like that night in the garden all over again. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t some pocket of a park you stumbled into; this is your hotel room. 

Quiet. 

Private. 

Safe.

“Come on in.” You let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him the warm foyer light cast golden upon his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’ve ditched your six-inch heels, or that there’s no one else, but Bradley looks even taller than you remember him. Broader. More… imposing.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. There’s cameras everywhere and I had to—”

“It’s okay,” you try to reassure him. It feels rude to ask if he got caught on camera, but at this point, you had to ask. “Did you… Did they…?” 

Bradley quickly shakes his head. “No, I took the basement entrance, out of sight. We’re good.”

”I’m, uh… sorry for the fuss.”

”Hey, it’s no trouble at all… Ms. Golightly,” he tilts his head, grinning at your chosen pseudonym.

”Yeah, it changes every time. My last stop in Tennessee, I was Clarice Starling,” you admit, making him laugh. “Although I’m glad you got the reference… Mr. Varjak.”

He simpers, very proud of himself. And with that, he takes a step closer to you. Towering over you. Crowding you with his smile, his scent, his body heat… and neither of you makes the first touch. You’re painfully aware of how his gaze keeps dropping to your lips. Bodies drawn towards each other but tied in place for some reason. It seems like despite all the flirting you did at the restaurant, everything goes out the window once you’re alone.

You’re just two strangers, caught in a thrilling game of push and pull. Too scared to tip over and just… fall.

“Can I kiss you…?” Bradley breathes out. He feels foolish for asking, but it’s the only way to make sure he’s not ruining the entire evening.

But you sigh in relief and nod your head yes, and it gives you the push you need to close the distance from him. You don’t know which one happened first; touching his lips with yours, grasping his arms for balance, or standing on your tiptoes on his shoes. He keeps you there, his strong hands securing your waist.

“You’re making me feel like a kid…” It makes you giggle into the kiss, and he can’t not possibly fall in love with the sound of that—with the feel of your lips pulled up right against his.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing…” Bradley runs his hands down your sides gently. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“All night? You mean you’ve been thinking about making out with me while I tell you my life story?” you gasp, feigning shock and offense.

He laughs again. “Maybe for a moment or two there, I’ll admit.”

“I thought you were a gentleman!” you give him a playful smack on his behind, and there’s a flash of… something in his eyes. A spark, or a darkening. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it sends butterflies into your stomach yet again.

Bradley tucks some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m still a gentleman.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…” you sway his hips lightly, “I think you’re very… very bad,” you purr out, your lips barely touching.

He meets you halfway, and it feels like less of a shock this time. You gladly lose yourself in him, knowing you’ve crossed the line now. You finally notice how his mustache scratches your skin in a nice way, how he holds you flush against him, how he just melts into you in the kiss… enshrouding you in his warmth and lighting you on fire at the same time. 

Bradley pulls away, barely just. His forehead is still pressed against yours, your noses are bumping, and his breath melding with yours. He licks his lips and you swear you can almost taste it. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman, kid…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. It’s not one you expect, but it sounds right somehow. “I didn’t invite you all the way here to be a gentleman.”

The twinkle in his eyes darken. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. “Is that right?” Bradley’s hands slide down your hips, finding the swell of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

The air catches in your throat, and you swallow lightly. “Mm-hm.”

Instead, you lead him into the bedroom. Bradley is right behind you, barely a step behind. His hands have found a home on your hips and he seems adamant to stay there for a moment. Insisting to hold onto you because he worries he’ll get ahead of himself before you’re ready. But gosh, you’ve been ready all night and you’re practically twisting your arms around trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Come here, I got you,” he rasps, his heart skipping as he drags the zipper down your back. He’s not sure which one he loves more; the dip of your spine that he wants to trace with your tongue, or the way the dress falls to the floor and reveals what’s underneath that prim and proper pink dress.

A tiny scrap of lace held by a black strap on either side of your hips, framing the swell of your ass perfectly.

And he swears, for a split second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck…” he breathes out.

You can’t turn around fast enough. It might be a good ‘fuck’, but what if it’s a bad one? “What’s wrong?”

Bradley just blinks at you, for no other reason than how your nipples are poking out the side of the skimpy triangle of your bra. And that your lipstick is smeared on the edges from kissing him.

But of course, your mind is already racing from the lack of response and you’re already thinking, oh no this was a bad idea I shouldn’t have worn this—

“Hey, hey…” he sees your face fall and your arms come up to cover your chest and he immediately steps in. Holding you close, hoping to give you comfort. “Is this all for me?”

Oh, shit. Maybe if you close your eyes tight enough, you would melt to the floor. “I know, it’s a little much—”

“No, that’s not what I asked…” Bradley tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. “I said… Did you put these on for me?”

Your breath comes up short, and you nod ever so slightly. You don’t even trust your own voice not to betray how much you want him to like it. How much you want him.

“It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He smiles into your lips, kissing you there. Spelling out how he feels with his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours. “Such a good girl…”

That flips a switch in your brain and he can see it. Your eyes go wide, your posture changes, and all of a sudden, you look so… small in his arms. So vulnerable, so beautiful. So perfect. 

Suddenly, he’s holding the world in his arms. The sexy little thing you call panties is a pesky little nuisance now, and he can’t wait to get it off of you. His broad shoulders are keeping your legs open, his nose nuzzling your pubic bone as he looks up at you.

Bradley lowers you down on the side of the bed, settling on his knees before you. Committing every inch to memory by touch, from your ankle to your knee, up the inside of your thighs. When he reaches the scrap of fabric at your core, he feels it slick. He smirks. “What do we have here?”

Your face heats up. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? No words are coming to your head—not when he’s drawing patterns over your pussy, making the lace glisten all over. And when your panties are positively ruined, he draws his hand back and licks the offending fingers in earnest.

And all it takes is a taste to send him into a frenzy. 

“Fuck honey, need to taste you…” he murmurs between feverish kisses all over your legs. “Can I?”

You nod fervently, feeling like he’s got you under a spell.

“Use your words, kid.” He grins, playfully biting the inside of your thigh.

The sharp sensation makes you yelp, and you grip his hair in reflex. “Yes, want your mouth on me, please…”

“Good girl, asking so nicely…” he chuckles, satisfied with your response. Then, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. That dainty scrap of lace you call panties is a pesky nuisance now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to get it off of you. With your legs hiked up on his broad shoulders, he dives into you. 

A taste, as it turns out, is an understatement because what Bradley does is devour. 

“Oh, fuck…” you gasp sharply at the contact.

With one hand pinning your thigh open, he laps you up in earnest, figuring out the many ways he can make you squirm. Time ceases to exist because it feels like he makes you come in no time, but also he’s been down there forever. But he goes on and on and on until his name comes out in a desperate chant of lust and need. 

“Bradley Bradley Bradley…” she grinds shamelessly into his mustache now, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation on your part. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“I know, honey. I got you. It’s okay.” It’s an oddly wholesome thing to say in a moment like this, but maybe you’re a hopeless romantic at heart, because sweet nothings get you off.

Your orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt, and you find yourself arching into his mouth. The more you take, the more he gives—or is it the other way around?— It seems like he takes as much pleasure in it as you do. Maybe even more, as he holds onto you as you squirm away overstimulated.

“Bradley… wait.” You grab a handful of his hair, trembling breathlessly.

His mustache glistens when he comes up for air, and he finally (finally!) takes off his suit jacket as he stands up. He eases up on the throttle and lets you breathe for a second. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, watching you spread out like a feast for him. Legs open, bra askew, hair fanned out on the pillow… God, he’s so lucky.

When he returns on top of you, you’re eager to pull him by his belt buckle, but he brushes your hand away. You frown in protest. “But I wanna touch you—”

“It’s not your turn yet, honey,” he chides you teasingly.

“You just had your turn!”

He shrugs, nosing your cheek. “Well, it’s still my turn, so…” Bradley closes the gap again and kisses you openly.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue makes you dizzy, but it can’t distract you from the buzz of his fingers rubbing your devoured pussy, sending shivers down your spine. It’s entirely too much, and you keel over from the contact.

“Somebody’s a little sensitive, huh?” He grins, easing the throttle a little.

“Fuck you…”

“Well, if you say so.” He slides his middle finger in.

“Ohhh… Bradley…” you buck up your hips and moan. But in comes another finger, and you swear it feels like all of him. 

He’s wound differently this time, like a man on a mission. With his fingers crooking and stroking your silky walls, beckoning you to come closer, while you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to hold on. But his teeth yanks the edge of your bra to set your nipple free, and his sly tongue finally gets a taste… all resolve goes out the window.

“Come on, honey. I know you got another one in you…” he breathes out, undoing the front clasp of your bra so he can suck your tits with all his might, willing you to come.

And frankly, who are you to say no?

The burst of pleasure hits you from your core to your fingertips. If he wasn’t pinning you down on top of you, you would have probably floated away. But you’re firmly laid on the mattress and feeling everything. Your eyes blink back into focus as you come down from your high.

You pant, staring at him in disbelief. Nobody has ever put that much attention on you in bed before even taking off his clothes. “You got a baseball bat in there or something?”

“Something like that.” He rolls his eyes playfully. Jokingly, you assume.

You take his arm, kissing his wrist, “Can I touch you now?” sticking your tongue out to lick his digits clean of you. Putting on a show as you suck his fingers. “Please?”

He throws his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He can’t resist that doe-eyed look you’re putting on, nor can he resist you undoing his shirt buttons. He can play dominant all he wants, but he knows that the truth of the matter is, he’s all wrapped up around your little finger. “Okay, okay. You win.”

It’s a mess of unbuckling pants, kicking off shoes, and tossing clothes to the floor. Your hand reaches out to trace his gleaming skin, every ridge of his abdomen. You’ve seen the Calvin Klein campaigns and the Men’s Health covers— and gosh, he looks like a dream. But when that thing just springs up to his stomach when he pushes his boxers down…

You didn’t expect him to manifest straight out of your wet dream.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about your baseball bat,” you breathe out, head tilted as you stare at his thick cock. The vein that runs along the side, the way it curves slightly to the right, the length that makes you clench at the mere thought of it… Fuck, it’s pretty.

Bradley chuckles sheepishly. He knows how big it is, he’s heard all the jokes in the locker room, but hearing it from you hits different. “You scared?”

You should be, a little. But without flinching, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “Nah, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Gosh, he loves you. He’ll have to remember not to blurt that out too early. “Okay, big girl,” he chuckles, kissing you one last time before rolling off of the bed.

His sudden disappearance out of sight makes you frown. “Where are you—” you prop yourself up on your elbow, seeing him fish out a packet of condom from his trousers pocket, “Right. Safety first.”

Bradley nods, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it on. There’s something so hot about how a man looks just before he fucks someone. “Mm-hm. Gotta make sure we’re both covered.”

“Do I need goggles and a helmet, too?”

He pauses as he straddles your hips. “Maybe next round,” he cheekily quips back. The idea of you wearing nothing but a helmet and safety goggles weirdly makes his cock stir, too. But you’re already lying naked under him, and he doubts that much will deter his hard-on.

Bradley pushes himself into you a little, and your eyes water as you whimper out in a blur of pain and pleasure. And here you thought two of his fingers felt full…

He stops in his tracks, trying to gauge your reaction. He nearly lost his mind over how tightly you’re clenched around him, but he doesn’t want to presume. “Too much?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek. 

Your breaths run ragged as you look up at him, almost in awe. “You’re just… so big…”

He laughs breathlessly. He hates to brag, but it’s true. And as much as he’s enjoying the way you flutter under him, he has to ask, “Want me to pull out?” Please say no, please say no, I don’t think I can handle it…

“N-no…” you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. “But I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Bradley smiles at what has to be the most adorable look he’s ever seen from you. He kisses your forehead in reassurance. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay? I promise.”

Feeling this small and vulnerable so soon after meeting someone would usually set all kinds of alarms in your head. You never know how a guy would take it. But in this moment, nestled in the crook of his neck, among the mix of his perfume and aftershave and his natural musk… all you want to do is stay. “Okay,” you nod softly.

“Let’s try again then, hm?” He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “Open up, love.”

With a deep breath, you bite back a whimper as you take him deeper, still not quite all the way in. “Hurts…”

Bradley stops again, his concern fully taking over now. “You sure you want me to keep going…?”

“Yes!” You surprise yourself with how quick and desperate you answered him. Your eyes shut, trying to offset the warmth setting over your cheeks, as you make the dirty admission, “I… I like it when it hurts.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bradley has to remind himself not to come on the spot, because holy shit. He wouldn’t go this hard on a woman so early in the game, but… his head is dizzy from how innocently you said it. He takes a breath to pull himself together. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

The air is heavy. The room is silent. You can hear the shift in the tension as you smirk, “Yessir.”

There you are, you little devil. Bradley simply grabs you by the hips and bottoms out inside you. Your face goes slack while your cunt tightens around his cock, and it blows his mind.

He starts out slow, torturously so. Stuffing himself inside your crevice and dragging himself out, willing you to feel every inch. Every ridge. Until your body loosens up and twists around in the throes of passion. Your mouth falls open, your little gasps and moans coming and going as he pleases.

The unhurried pace is nice for a few minutes, when you’re still adjusting to his size. But now that he’s snug inside you, you’re simply aching for more. Your hips arch up into him halfway, a little more urgent, disrupting the rhythm with a pleasant stutter.

He notices this and smiles. “So eager… what’s the rush, hm?”

You answer with a groan. He has a penchant for asking you questions you can’t answer, this man. “You feel so good, baby…” you murmur headily, hands desperately grasping on him—his arms, his shoulders, his back…

”You feel even better.” He nips at your pert nipple, relishing in your angelic little filthy cry. Fuck, he can feel the exact motion of your pussy tightening for him. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that…”

”Then don’t.”

His eyes flicker onto yours immediately. You’re gonna be the death of him, he swears…

You grab his hair by the fistful, keeping his gaze. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

”Oh fuck—” he doesn’t stand a chance. His body reacts faster than his brain could compute, and he holds your hips flush against his as he buries himself as deep as he can. Every twitch of his cock sends you reeling, and your pussy clenches and unwinds in your climax, following him down from his high to yours.

Free falling, hand in hand.

Bradley rolls off of you and you would complain, if it weren’t for the way he immediately pulls you into his chest. Thank fuck. You’re not quite ready to untangle from him yet. Not when your breaths still run a bit ragged, as if accidentally catching each other’s. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels unlike your regular out-of-town hookup. No, this one’s different. But not a word is said between you on that for different reasons— each of you holding your cards close to your chest, as close as you’re holding each other.

#nowhere to go but up from here on out folks!! #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #footballer!bradley #footballer!bradley x popstar!reader #top gun imagine #top gun au #ava writes #fever pitch

[ruewrote]

𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader WARNINGS: rude customer, fighting & strong language GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wash by bon iver WORD COUNT: 756

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today was certainly not your day.

starting it off by being late for work was of course not ideal, silently hating your boss for making you come in so early after opening.

the catching up wasn't even the worst part of it since you were used to rush hour, but having a new hire fumbling every five minutes didn't really help your patience.

so on top of being late, doing the usual morning rush, having to practically retrain your co-worker everything. your boss decides to be a dick and rush you on your lunch break, not being able to eat half of your sandwich then you were back at it again.

right now you were on your last straw. trying to keep up with some stuck up kooks long ass coffee order.

the sigh of relief you let out after finishing it almost wiped you out, taking so much of your time and concentration. you turned around putting on your best fake smile.

"tiffany!" you announced, eyes scanning the room landing on the short blonde whose nails were aggressively tapping against her phone screen.

"oh that's me!" she giggled as she wobbled forward in her tall heels, grabbing the drink off of the counter and taking a sip of it.

"oh my god who made this is disgusting! this isn't what i asked for."

"excuse me ma'am that was me and i made it exactly how you ordered it." you spoke to her, clenching your teeth praying to the gods that she wouldn't test you.

"hm no it isn't, you wanna try?" she said whilst taking off the lid off the drink to then throw the contents inside in your face, going to leave after doing that.

leaving you stood there in the middle of the jammed shop, everyone silent and looking at you.

you just laughed, tongue pressed to your cheek, tilting your head back as you ripped your apron off, running out of the shop after her.

tiffany clearly didn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her, but she definitely felt you turning and pushing her to the ground. her phone breaking against the concrete.

you dropped to your knees, straddling her hips getting a few punches in. her crying grew louder when you stopped and got off of her.

"i don't give a fuck who you are. respect your retail workers!" you pointed down at her then ran off to your car trying to ignore the fact that everyone had been staring at you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you banged on the door of your boyfriends house, hoping that he'd be in.

you heard the muffled talking getting closer and louder to the door before it opened. revealing an angry rafe on the phone, seeing you made it turn into worry, him ending the call grabbing your hands helping you into his home.

"sweetheart, what happened?" he questioned, but you just fell into his embrace, sobbing so hard against the material of his shirt.

even with you being a sticky mess, he wrapped his arms around you bringing you even closer to him not caring about his clothes, only you.

"shh it's alright, you're okay. i'm here."

after a little while of him holding you rafe brought you to the bathroom, your crying now subsided. he convinced you to stay the night with him as he ran you a bath.

helping you strip yourself of your clothing, holding your hand helping you into the water. leaving you so it could soak off the majority of the dry splotches.

"you wanna tell me what went down, love?" his words soft as he sat himself beside you on the floor of the bathroom.

"i... i don't even know. it all happened so quickly..." you told him everything about your day from the beginning to now. he grabbed a soft sponge and soap, gently grasping one of your arms getting to work on making them clean as he listened.

"so...it sounds like she deserved it." you laughed at that, feeling an invisible weight be lifted off of your shoulders.

"i guess so."

he then moved onto washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp making you physically melt into him.

for the rest of your bath you laughed and joked, talking about everything you were gonna do after you were out of the bathroom. almost forgetting what happened.

you were so glad that you had someone as amazing as rafe, knowing that you never had to struggle as long as he was around.

© ruewrote.

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[freddysglove]

slasher reactions to an s/o with nipple piercings

includes: billy lenz, herbert west, pinhead, amanda young, chucky + tiffany, candyman, and freddy krueger.

insipired by @sl4shcelebr1ty's post about this. i loved it but wanted to add my favorite slashers too :)

tw: mention of body mutilation. nsfw !!! 

billy lenz

- absolutely flabbergasted

- billy is from the 70s. and sheltered.

- PLEASE. MAKE IT COMPLETELY CLEAR. HE CANNOT YANK ON THE BARS.

- they will become the main focus of every lewd comment he sends your way

- "pretty piggy. do you want billy to hurt you too? pull on them?" while he's sitting on top of your shirtless body

- non-sexually, he just thinks it's another exciting thing that makes you unique and interesting.

herbert west

- he's seen much more drastic things in and on a human body so i can't imagine he'd be too shocked

- it would probably be a turn on for him, though, especially if he didn't expect it

- might tease you about it a little bit

- would probably make a little comment in the moment after he took your shirt off like, "oh, hmm. you could've warned me, y/n. i'll have to be careful not to chip my teeth"

pinhead

- ...

- i mean

- LMAO

- yeah i don't think they'd be too fazed

- would probably praise you a little for it since they know it was most likely very "painful" for you

- would ask you how the pain felt

- they'd definitely want to put more piercings in your body

- obviously they wouldn't want to stop there, though.

- "you like them there, why wouldn't you like them covering you, my dear? coating all of your flesh? please, wait here, allow me to gather the pins-"

amanda

- she would be both adoring and jealous

- with her line of work, she couldn't deal with the healing and the possibility of getting them snagged and ripped out by a victim when attacking them

- so she'd have to get her joy by playing with yours instead

- would probably love to tug on them just enough to where you were in pain

- "oh poor baby, did that hurt?"

- then she'd immediately do it again

chucky

- would literally go, "oh ho ho."

- he would be so excited.

- like amanda, he'd want to tug on them, but he wouldn't be nearly as gentle.

- please establish a safe word because he seriously might tear them through your nipples.

- not purposefully but just carelessly.

- naturally, your chest would be his new favorite thing

- even when you're fully dressed he'd be staring at them and smirking to himself because he knows something other people don't

tiffany

- i picture her as a soft praising dom

- she'd touch them so gently and kiss them while talking about how pretty you are

- would leave so many lipstick marks over your chest

- if you wanted more piercings she'd be so supportive

- but would want to do them herself

- yes she has no former training, and ???

- if you were adamant about getting them professionally done, she'd still come along to hold your hand

- don't be surprised if your piercers go missing after touching you though.

candyman

- would speak in poems about how beautiful they are

-youlookabsolutelyalluringmybeautifuliwanttobeonewithyou

- would show you how much he adored them by spending hours worshipping and kissing them

- there are no bounds to his love

- might wish he could get matching ones so that he could have something constantly inside his body that was a part of you as well

freddy krueger

- you'd wish you never told him

- would make so many dirty, violent jokes that you'd be nervous being too close to him

- when you finally let your guard down to be intimate with him he'd be all over your chest

- top focus

- "it's only a dream, doll. come on. let me play a little?"

- the only one who would purposefully and shamelessly rip them out of your body while fucking you

- sorry :(

#slashers #billy lenz x reader #herbert west x reader #pinhead x reader #hellraiser 1987 #amanda young x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #candyman x reader #freddy krueger x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers/reader

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down. 

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1, 600 

Warnings: none for this part, there will be smut later

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda ​​​ @hamatoanne ​​​

You honestly didn’t know how you could forget about something so important. You and your best friend Helaena Targaryen decided to spend an afternoon at her house, watching movies on their giant screen in the cinema room, eating popcorn and having good time. You were choosing what movie you want to watch first when your mum sent you this message “Where the fuck, are you Y/N?” you didn’t understand what is going on. Then you opened your Google calendar and you started cursing. Your little sister has a school recital at her nursery school and you totally forgot about it. You rushed out of the door, panicking, your eyes wide with fear. Your mum was really strict. You could be 22 years old but you were still scared to make her mad. And coming late to your sister's school recital would make her mad for sure.

“She is going to kill me, Hel. No, do you know what is worse? Tiffany will be so disappointed that I won’t see her dancing and singing. She is Snow White, she got the main part. How could I forget,” you were talking so quickly that Helaena almost couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“I need to call Uber, but I will still be late,” you whined. 

“You don’t have to, I have perfect solution for you,” Helaena clapped her hands and pointed to front door. Her little brother Aemond sat astride on his big black motorbike ready to go somewhere. 

Well, there was nothing little about Aemond Targaryen, from his tall frame to his big ego. He might be 2 years younger than you but it felt like if he is the adult and you the kid. He was making you so nervous simply by his presence. He had this bad boy dangerous aura around him. He wasn't home very often, but when you met him in the house he usually ignored you or just simply hummed at you as a greeting. You honestly doubted that he even knows your name. 

But he was stupidly handsome. You would never admit it to anyone but you had the biggest crush on him. He was everything you shouldn't crave but you couldn't stop admiring him from safe distance. Aemond and Aegon both played football for the school team and they were good, really good. You were a huge football fan so you dragged Helaena to every single one of their games taking it as an opportunity to drool over him without anyone noticing. She didn't care about the game or the results but she was really supportive sister and loved cheering for her brothers. She was always sitting next to you in Aegon’s or Aemond’s jersey, shouting their names and dissing anyone who dared to tackle them down. You usually cheered for the whole team, only shouting Aemond's name when he scored. Which was quite often. He was the playmaker, he operated in the middle of the field, creating chances for his teammates. But he also scored a lot of goals so you had plenty of chances to scream his name loudly without making any suspicions. 

 “Aemond, do you have free time now??” Helaena asked, batting her eyelashes at her brother, knowing that she is his only weakness.

"No," he said shortly, taking off his helmet, revealing the cascade of silver blond hair. You had hard time to not start drooling. What the hell is this guy’s secret? What is he doing with his hair that it looks so shiny and healthy? 

"Come on Aemond, what do you have so important to do, right now?" She whined and tugged at his sleeve. 

"I have a date," he smirked.

"It's not a date, it's a booty call," she corrected him and he raised his eyebrow at her. 

"Don't give me that look, you don't want to date this girl, whoever she is, you just want to fuck her. She can wait 30 minutes, I just need little favor. Please Aems," she pouted her lips at him and he sighed. 

"Ok, what do you need, sister," he gave up and Helaena squealed. 

"You are the best," she hugged him. 

"I need you to give Y/N a lift to the nursery school, her little sister has a recital there and she forgot about it," she clasped her hands excitedly. 

Aemond lazily turned his head and gave you the once-over, like if he just noticed you standing next to his sister. 

"Hel, I can really take an Uber, don't bother him, when he is busy," you tried but she shushed you.

"Nonsense, Y/N! You can't make it there in time, Aemond drives really fast, you will be there before your sister even notices that you are not there. Wait a second, I will give you my helmet," she said and ran inside the house. 

"Sorry, I really don't want to bother you," you apologized but he ignored your apology.

"Get on the bike before she comes back, you are in rush, aren't you?" He said impatiently and you blushed at his rudeness. You hesitantly walked towards him and realized that you don't know how this works. You have never taken a ride on a motorbike.

"Ehm, I am sorry, but where should I sit?" you asked and he raised his eyebrow at you but didn't say anything.

"I mean, should I sit in front of you or behind you. I have never sat on a bike before?" you added nervously, getting more and more frustrated by his silence. 

He leaned closer to you, invading your personal space. 

"When a woman sits on a bike in front of me, she usually faces me," he smirked and chuckled wickedly when he saw your confused face.

"In that position I can look her in the eyes as she bounces on my cock, so if you don't plan to do that, I suggest that you sit behind me," he added and his violet eye bore into yours. You really wanted to slap him for talking to you like this when Helaena burst out of the door with her hot pink helmet. 

“Y/N, why are you not sitting on the bike already?” she shouted and placed the helmet gently on your head when her phone started ringing.

“It’s Cregan,” she shouted excitedly.

“Hey, baby boo,” she said with love sick expression on her face, she waved at you and disappeared in the house. You and Aemond both rolled your eyes at this, you weren’t the biggest fans of the Stark boy.

“Well, Y/N, why are you not already sitting on the bike?” he mocked you, the sound of your name rolling off his lips made your toes curl in your shoes. He was a jerk but really sexy jerk. You decided that you won’t let him see how much he embarrassed you and you quickly sat behind him. He probably hoped that you will run away from him, crying and he could go to fuck his “date”.  

“If you don’t want to die, you need to hold onto me tightly,” he said and put on his black helmet with silver and red dragons painted on the sides. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his waist.

“Tighter, you hold on to me like a baby,” he barked and you hesitantly tightened your hands around his muscled abdomen.

“For fucks sake, I don’t have time for this,” he groaned and grabbed your hands pushed you closer to his back. You were glued to him, your legs pressed against his strong thighs, your face buried into the leather of his black jacket.  He turned on the engine and you felt the strong vibrations for the first time in your life. You didn’t expect it, the vibrations felt so good against your pussy that you let out a quiet moan. You quickly stopped, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Aemond didn’t comment on it so you assumed that the sound of the engine was so loud that he didn’t hear your pathetic little whimper. He quickly drove off their house and headed to the town center. Helaena was right, he was riding super fast it was definitely more than was the speed limit. You were holding onto him for dear life. He stopped in front of the school getting everyone’s attention. You got off his bike, your legs slightly shaking. You took off Helaena’s helmet and he for some reason took off his helmet too, his platinum blonde hair shinning in the sun, so everyone around could clearly see who gave you this unexpected lift. He ignored you and unlocked his phone. You stared at his long, elegant fingers moving across the screen of his expensive phone in strange fascination. Everything about him was perfect, too bad that his personality didn’t match his exterior.

“Do you want anything else from me, angel?” he smirked, not taking his eye from the screen.

“What should I do with Helaena’s helmet?” you asked him, blushing at the pet name he just used.

“Not my problem,” he said and cursed.

“Well, I guess I will keep it and return it to her later,” you said and he kept ignoring you.

“Fuck,” he frowned at the screen.

“Ehmm, so thank you for the lift, Aemond,” you gulped and wanted to turn around and walk to school.

“Hey angel,” he shouted and you looked at him.

“She ditched me,” he waved his phone and tucked it into his back pocket.

“You owe me a favor now, angel. I will collect it soon,” he winked at you, put on his helmet and rode away, the loud roar of his engine disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. You watched him riding away with your mouth hanged open. What the fuck is he thinking about himself?  

You looked at your watch and quickly hurried to the school entrance. Your mum was waving at you from the main hall, you waved back when a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Why did you come here on Aemond Targaryen’s bike?”  your boyfriend Jason Lannister asked you and you looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Part 2

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen

[kyleoreillylover]

HI i just want you to know i love you for being literally the only person on here who has written for tiffany <3

Thank you for your kind words!! Just for that, here's a Tiffany imagine just for you that's been sitting in my drafts for a while :)

Wake Up Call 🩷

Summary: You and Tiffany have to get to the arena early, and she gives you a wake up call you'll never forget.

Warnings: Smut!!! Pure filth!

Tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav

“Baby, it’s time to wake up.”

Feather light kisses grazed over your soft brown skin, making your brain slowly pull away from the depths of sleep. More light kisses gently coaxed you into consciousness. Despite the temptation to meet Tiffany's sparkling blue gaze, you kept your eyes shut, allowing yourself to revel in the sensation of her soft lips against your skin, hoping she would just let you sleep peacefully. 

You were surprised when for a few moments, it seemed like Tiffany would actually let you sleep in, her kisses becoming less insistent. But just as you began to drift back into slumber, you felt her circle her tongue on your neck, making you groan and instinctively lean into her touch. You could practically feel her smirk against your collarbone as the teasing continued. 

"Are you awake yet, baby? We have to be at the arena early today." She murmured softly, her breath hot against your ear and your cheeks flushing at the sound of her voice.

"Noo…" You tried to lie, not opening your eyes to get her to continue her teasing.

"Oh really?" She sucked on your sweet spot before lightly grazing her teeth with her tongue, causing you to gasp in pleasure.

"That sucks. I was gonna try give you a little reward today..." She paused, giving you the opportunity to imagine what exactly she wanted to do to your body today. Her fingers brushed across your inner thighs where they were wrapped tightly around her middle, eliciting an involuntary shiver down your spine. Then the pressure from her hand changed to your hip bone. "But I guess I'm gonna have to punish you some other way." The words made your heart jump with excitement. Her words made you crave more...

"Tiffany," you whined, finally opening your eyes and meeting her sapphire blue ones that had a cocky glint in them "Oh, so you're awake now?" She teased, her fingers trailing sensually along the inside of your thigh as her fingers played with your panties.

"Yes-" You cut yourself off with a choked out moan when she teased your clit through your pajama pants and underwear, drawing a small whimper from you.

"I think I need to make you more awake," she teased. Her fingers dipped lower, moving further apart to play with the sensitive part of your folds and rubbing circles in the center of your wetness until you couldn't stand anymore. You gasped and arched into her touch. 

"Fuck." You managed to choke out between moans as her finger teased you again, circling your clit while she rubbed circles in your entrance, still clothed. You squirmed, unable to hold back any longer as your hips bucked upward against the bed frame in desperate attempts to relieve the building tension building inside you.

"This mornings about you," Tiffany whispered hoarsely as she pulled her finger away, ignoring yoru groan of frustration "And don't move unless I tell you to." She instructed, then quickly removed both of your panties and placed them on top of her discarded clothes. Before you could protest, she pushed herself onto her elbows and looked down at you with that intense look you always loved.

You bit your lip to stop from moaning when she leaned down and licked one nipple before sucking hard until it hardened, then moving her mouth up and down and around your breast before returning to suck on the other breast. 

"No, let me take care of you." You protested, pushing yourself toward her with a groan of protest.

She gave you a look, but didn't seem upset. “Remember what we talked about last night?" She asked, her expression turning serious as she straddled you, pushing you down farther than normal so that she was hovering over your face.

"Yes, but-" You tried to protest, only to be cut off by her kiss this time as she rolled her hips forward and began grinding down on you. Your mind instantly went blank as you tried to focus on anything else, but your desire for her won out as you moaned loudly into her mouth. Tiffany smiled victoriously at your moan.

"You need to take care of yourself. You're my girl, and you've been doing better lately, but you need to get used to letting me spoil you." Her thumb found its way between your legs, going to your swollen clit and rubbing gently back and forth, until all thoughts had left your brain. Only one thing mattered - Tiffany... Tiffany.... Tiffany. The thought came back to you almost immediately when she flicked her thumb against your clit with a firm pressure before sliding two fingers deep inside you.

"Fuuuuck!" You cried out as you grinded against her, heat rushing all throughout your body as her fingers worked you slowly. You could already feel yourself getting close to climax and desperately needed release, but if she wanted to go slow she wouldn't find that happening anytime soon."Fuckk! Fuckkk!" You yelled again, thrusting up against her and pushing her fingers deeper inside you. "Please... go faster."

Tiffany's lips went to your neck, and you could feel her wicked smirk on your skin as she sucked your sweet spot once again, sucking hickeys into your dark skin.

"Hmm. I don't know, Baby. You didnt listen to me this morning. Maybe I should just make you wait until you've learned your lesson." Her fingers went even slower, circling your clit slowly, so slow you could barely handle it. You needed her right now, needed her to make you come undone only in a way she knew how. 

"Please, please, please. I'll be good. I'll let you do whatever you want. I'll let you spoil me. Please. Fuck me!" You begged desperately, gripping onto her forearms and rocking your hips up against her in search of more friction.

Your words seemed to break through to her, as her fingers suddenly became quicker and quicker as if she'd become addicted to the feeling of her own fingers inside of you. "Alright, fine. But just remember what I said, or else this will be the last day you get to be spoiled.

"Mmm, okay," You hummed as she pushed her thick fingers into you. Your whole body jerked forward involuntarily as she moved faster, and your head fell back onto the pillow and your eyes closed, the heat pooling inside you growing with each movement of her fingers and every passing second.

"I'm so close, babe. So fucking close." Tiffany's eyes darkened at your words, the smile on her face growing bigger and wider with each breath. "As you should be." She commented cockily before driving her fingers even harder into you, making you scream in delight.

Tiffany pulled back slightly and watched your face for signs of impending pleasure. When you moaned and arched upward, she continued pumping her fingers into you, hitting that spot in your core that you knew she knew would make you go crazy, until you were shaking with the force of your orgasm. "Let go for me, baby. You deserve this."

You collapsed against the bed as Tiffany continued to pump her fingers, enjoying the feeling that coursed through your veins as she pumped into you relentlessly, leaving you weak and panting as she withdrew her fingers and kissed you, sucking her juices from your neck. 

"You are a godsend." You breathed out once you regained control of your senses. Tiffany shrugged nonchalantly. 

"Well, you know what they say, it's my job." Her smug grin was enough to make you laugh, her laugh turning into a yelp when you flipped her onto her back with a grunt and climbed on top of her, positioning yourself between her thighs.

"Nu-uh! What did I tell you?" In one swift motion, she flipped your positions, laying you underneath her, your body pressed flush against her own.

"I am spoiling you, whether you like it or not. But since you wanna be difficult, I guess I shall have to teach you a new lesson.." She purred, looking at you mischievously before getting up, grabbing something from the drawer and coming back to sit beside you.

"Sit up and close your eyes" You did what you were told, sitting up and shutting your eyes. She slipped underneath you, wrapping her arms around you and placing kisses on your exposed stomach and neck, causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

As your breathing increased, so did her pace. Soon she was panting heavily, her warm breath against the nape of your neck sending chills down your spine and your breathing speeding up. You were so caught up in the feel of her and the spell she put you under you didnt even feel your hands being pulled on top of the headboard until you heard a click.

"Tiffany!" You whined, your eyes flying open to see that she'd snapped the handcuffs on. You struggled against them, but it was no use. She smirked at you, hands caressing your thighs slowly as she laid beneath you, her face dangerously close to your core.

"I told you I am gonna teach you how to accept my help." She said in a low voice as she slid her hand down your leg and stroked your inner thigh, watching as the goosebumps broke out on your brown skin from the feeling. You bit your lip as her hand reached higher.

"By sitting on your face?" You quipped nervously, trying to push away from her to no avail, trying to ignore the wet heat spreading between your legs. Tiffany chuckled.

"Exactly. I get to watch you squirm. And you get to finally relax." She propositioned calmly, as if she wasn't driving you crazy this very moment and wasn't pressing closer to your core. Her tongue glided over her bottom lip, and you felt your chest tighten.

"Just enjoy it, sweetie." She mumbled before leaning down and giving you another wet kiss. Then slowly, deliberately she tried to lower your hips down onto her face, your glistening core teasing her with each dip down. She was so close to tasting you. So close.

The feel of her hot breath fanning your sensitive nerves was too much for you to resist, but you tried to pull yourself away from her, but she just held you tighter.

"Come on. Let me take care of you" She whispered, bringing you closer. Your breaths grew shallow, and you tried to hang on until she finally got annoyed and circled her tongue against your clit. Any fight you had left melted away as you moaned loudly, your entire body tensing as you dropped down onto her face, unable to hold back any longer.

Her tongue licked up your slit, running along your entrance before flicking it up and down at a steady pace to savor every inch of you, to savor the taste of you.

"Tiffany!" You moaned loudly. She didn't reply, just gripped your hips to make you grind against her face, sucking on your folds greedily and loving every single second of it.

She slurped at your folds , licking up and down your slit while her other hand went down to your core, her thumb playing with your clit, massaging and rubbing circles on you as her mouth devoured you.

"You taste so fucking good."Tiffany groaned, her words vibrating into your pussy as your hands pulled onto the handcuffs, trying to find something to hold on to. Your moans egged her on as she continued to lap at you until finally her mouth was on your clit and she was swirling her tongue around it, sucking hard and fast, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly, her hands still on your hips keeping you from bucking off of her.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as you tried to hold yourself together, but she felt you holding back and sucked harshly on your clit, almost ripping it apart, which caused you to whimper and grab onto the sheets below you. The sudden pain made her pull away for a short time so you could gasp for air before going back to work on your clit, the two of you both moaning loud enough to wake up your neighbors.

But Tiffany didnt care, as far as she was aware, neither of you had a home. Neither of you cared about what anyone thought. Or maybe you didn't. Hell, you were hardly thinking straight yourself at the moment, your brain completely gone. All you could think of was that her mouth, her touch, her body against yours, everything about this moment, you wanted more.

Tiffany's fingers fingered you in figure eight's, her tongue alternating between your pussy and your hole as she sucked you so hard you couldn't breathe. You could feel the familiar sparks shooting throughout your whole body and you were so close, so close, you needed her touch. Your eyes rolled back as your moans echoed through the room and your nails scratched against the headboard. You were so close.

"Tiffany!!" You moaned out as you felt yourself getting closer and closer .

"You're close, aren't you baby?" She murmured against your core, as she began to move faster, pumping faster, sucking harder. You gasped for air as the tension built within you, a high pitched keening sound escaping your lips as your grip tightened on the headboard.

"Let go for me." Her voice vibrated throughout your entire body as she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist andhoved two fingers deep inside you and pumped them, making you grind against her face. "Come on, baby. Just let go." She coaxed softly, as the pleasure built inside of you and you started to lose your balance on the bed, falling down onto her and pushing yourself further into her throat as her fingers danced on your clit and her teeth grazed your swollen bud, making you cry out again, and the feel of her tongue swirling around your nub was your undoing.

You came with a guttural scream that resonated throughout the bedroom and the only thing you can hear is Tiffany's raspy voice, chanting your name lovingly. 

Once you finally stopped moving against Tiffany's face and fell limp on top of her, gasping and sweating, your brain finally caught up with you. You lifted yourself up carefully and sat on top of her as you heaved for air. "Holy fuck..." You muttered softly, letting out a breathless chuckle when Tiffany lifted herself up and looked at you, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

"I told you I would take care of you, princess." She grinned proudly. "And I'm always right ." You snorted at her comment.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night." You replied sarcastically before she slid away from you and sat up, taking the handcuffs off of you. "But seriously, I love you." She turned and cupped your cheeks gently, smiling brightly at you.

"And I love you too, princess" She replied before bending down to peck your cheek softly. "You know me taking care of you doesn't mean that you are weak, it means that I trust you. If I could give everything from the universe to anyone in this world, I'd give it to you." You blushed lightly at the sincerity in her voice. "I want to give you everything you need too." You praised her back, earning another smile before she leaned up to plant a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Now, we gotta get to the arena in a hour and a half, so how 'bout you hop in the shower with me and I'll give you another wake up call?" She winked playfully and hopped down off the bed and into your master bathroom.

You stared after her, your heart skipping a beat at the mere sight of her wearing nothing but your shirt. And nothing else. You swallowed hard and quickly followed her, determined to make her heed her words.

"You better keep your promises, Tiff." You yelled as you ran after her into the bathroom, not wanting to spend one minute less in the shower without her.

And she definitely kept her promise.

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 9 Nutcracker (Chucky-Doll version)

Day 9 brings for the first time ever a fic about the doll version of Charles Lee Ray, bear with me on this everyone lol

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns for reader used. Doll, just doll, nothing weird happens but if you don't like that this isn't the fic for you.

"You know, you're like the size of one of those nutcrackers now"

"Jesus Christ, why the fuck did I think coming here was a good idea?"

"Oh c'mon Chuck, you love me. Plus would you rather be here with me or with Tiffany?"

"I'd rather be actually in fucking hell then with either of you if I'm honest"

"You're such a stick in the mud, Nutcracker"

You grinned at the doll standing on the side opposite side of your bed as you. He had shown up a few days prior and it took you a minute to realize your former serial killer boyfriend was now inside the doll. Apparently some voodoo magic or something along those lines had happened to get him in the doll but you really didn't care.

"I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Nutcracker."

"I didn't say you were, I said you were the size of one"

He rolled his eyes but sat down beside you. The tv in your bedroom was playing some cheesy love story Christmas movie on it that neither of you were really paying attention to.

"Do you like...need to eat?"

"What?"

He asked unimpressed.

"Do you need to eat? Like you're a doll now but do you still get hungry"

"Look doll, I've only been a doll for like a week now, I haven't even figured most of this shit out"

"Well if it's been a week and you haven't felt hungry or eaten maybe the answer is no"

"I mean I guess babe sure-"

'You are really the size of a nutcracker though"

"If you mention a nutcracker one more fucking time"

"I'm sorry chuck!, you're just so cute and portable now. I can get one of those baby carriers and carry you around in it"

"No. No baby carrier"

"Oh c'mon! I can carry you to victims houses and everything."

He gave a grunt in response and you could HEAR the eyeroll he gave you from his place next to you on your bed. Just because Chucky was a doll now, that didn't mean he was immune to your teasing.

"Ya know somethin' chuck?"

You asked much quieter as you turned in bed to face his small figure.

"What doll?"

"I'm happy you came to find me instead of Tiffany"

"Really doll? and what would of happened if I would've found Tiff first instead. Would you have been jealous?"

He asked in a cocky tone, you knew he was teasing you.

"Fuck you Chuck, you do look like a nutcracker"

You said turning around in the bed to turn the bedside lamp off. You heard him let out an offended gasp.

"I'm not a fuckin nutcracker!"

He exclaimed but joined you in laying all the way down.

"Sure you aren't Chuck"

You teased one more time as you lulled off into sleep. The next morning you awoke before Chucky and decided to go run some errands and maybe get a little payback for him accusing you of being jealous of Tiffany....which you totally weren't...of course not.

You were down in the kitchen, making breakfast for you and Chucky until you heard a yell come from the bedroom.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm not a goddamn nutcrack!"

Chucky apparently liked the nutcracker clothes you had bought him when you went to the store, maybe even better then his good guy doll overalls. You grinned to yourself, maybe one day you would convince him to transfer his spirit into an actual nutcracker for the holidays.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #12 days of ficmas #ficmas #charles lee ray x reader #charles lee ray #childs play #cult of chucky #seed of chucky

[rayslittlekitten]

Rich Girl Mood

“Toff Girl” (aka “Damsel” Universe) Masterlist

A/N: I started writing this a long while ago but have been sitting on it because I was still trying to figure out the end game (I still am) but I'm a little closer and I think however this series ends, this chapter I think is still solid for what it is so I finally finished it. This I think gives more insight of the reader character than her relationship with Ray. Title and chapter inspired by "Rich Girl Mood" by Dounia and Kehlani (YT link below)

Rating: T

Word Count:  3,294

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader

Plot: Another year, another birthday party.

Contains: angst, recreational drug use, hurt, jealousy, light mentions of D/s relationship, collars, cursing

After your cryfest in your car, you cleaned yourself up and went in to see your parents briefly and sort of lied about a missing pair of shoes. You then feigned looking in your old bedroom which has become a bit of a storage closet for you. You also act surprised when they hand you the gift box Ray mentioned. You told them you would send Mickey and Ray a thank you card.

You're now back at your flat staring at the big Tiffany blue box while stuffing your face with your favorite pastries from Astrid's Cafe and Bakery. You put the mostly eaten slice of cake down and pull the shiny black ribbon loose. Of course it feels so soft. Ray probably spent a good quid on the ribbon alone. You wouldn't be surprised if it was made of actual silk. Only he would do something so extra.

You take a deep breath and finally lift the lid. This asshole even took the time to wrap your things in tissue paper? You roll your eyes and huff. You grab the small cream-colored envelope sitting on top of the neatly and carefully folded white delicate sheets. You flip the envelope open and pull the card out.

Hi love,

I hope this letter finds you well. I figured you'd eventually want your things back, especially your shoes. I know they were one of your favorites. I even took the time to polish them for you since last time you had scuffed them. There are some things in here that I also thought you should have as I have no more use for them.

Take care,

Ray

You gently tear open the tissue paper and as expected, you find your heels looking shiny as new. You see what else is inside the box and find a few things like your toothbrush, toiletries and some clothing, neatly folded and stacked in true Ray fashion. You know he had your clothes washed, dry cleaned and pressed as well, including the outfits he picked out for you. You look through them and choke up a little seeing your collars carefully placed between the perfectly folded clothing. They're all there, including his favorite, the one with a little bell on it. You tilt your head curiously when you find a small velvet box. The rock in your belly is creeping back in. You stare at it for a moment before reaching for it. You nervously grip the box between your fingers as you take your time flipping the lid open. You let out the breath you'd been holding when you don't see a ring, but instead you feel your heart breaking all over again seeing your day collar. The same one you ripped off your neck and threw at him.

Your eyes blur up for the millionth time today and you swipe your fingers over them. In the corner of your eye, you notice another envelope sticking out from under the clothes. You reach for it and pull it out. Flipping it around, you notice it's completely unmarked. You open it and pull out two business class plane tickets to Greece. Confused, you look in the envelope again and find a folded piece of paper. You pull it out and open it up.

I had planned to whisk you away for a week for your birthday, but I can't use these anymore so I thought maybe you can. Enjoy your birthday, my love.

-Ray

This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair. Not fair to you, not fair to Ray. You don't know how much more your heart can take.

***

Over the next few weeks, you go on a date or two with Fred just to get out of your flat. You've been sulking and comfort eating and sniffing Ray's cardigan long enough. The dates were fun, but if you're honest with yourself, while Fred is a really nice guy, he just doesn't do it for you romantically. You had to be upfront with him as you didn't want to string him along. He deserved to know the truth, but thankfully he took it with ease and understood. You did invite him to your birthday party though and you know someone who would actually pair real well with him. You usually don't play matchmaker, but you think you've got this one in the bag.

Speaking of birthday parties, you just wanted something small but your parents insisted on throwing something for their only child. They do this every year, but you let them because you know it's really just an excuse for them to throw a fancy party to show off to their fancy friends. You know after the first hour or two of greeting people you either don't know, don't remember or haven't seen since you were a wee child, you're going to disappear into the garden shed to get sloshed on expensive liquor and smoke the best weed in all of England with your closest friends like you did when you all were younger. Growing up around so much money, you've always hated the posh snobby kids who thought they were too good for anyone, but you have a small group who were never like that and you always stayed close to them. Everyone else at the party can fuck off and freeload on the booze and food.

You do a once over glance in the mirror to check your makeup and hair. Your hand touches your bare neck and after a moment, you get up from your vanity chair and slip on your heels and smooth out your sickeningly expensive dress. It clings on to your every curve and dip. That’ll sure get some lookers. You still feel like something is missing though.

"Darling, are you ready? Guests are waiting!"

"I'll be right out, mummy!" you shout back.

You quickly go through your overnight bag and pull out a box. You open it up and look at the jewelry for a moment before putting it on, then take one final look in the mirror and you're satisfied with what you see. It doesn’t hold meaning anymore, although it’s sentimental to you, but it has always comforted you, feeling it snug around your neck. It was like your security blanket. It made you feel safe because whenever you wore it, you always knew Ray was close by.

Ray dominating you wasn’t just some kink. It wasn’t just about being in control, or rather giving it up. Being his sub meant he would love you and protect you deeply. It was a shared bond. He brought you pleasure in so many ways and made you forget when you had a bad day, but most importantly, he made sure nothing can hurt you. You completely allowed your heart, body and soul to be delicately encased by his own design.

You take a deep breath and polish off the whiskey you've been nursing while getting ready before putting your face on for the crowd. 

When you reach the bottom of the long grand staircase, you’re greeted by your parents and some people you don’t recognize. You plaster on a smile and shake their hands, thanking them for coming. As you walk off to go greet more people, you grab a flute of champagne and down it, placing it back as quickly as you snatched it up when a server walks by with a tray. You’re reminded why you hate these big parties.

You almost spit your champagne out when you spot Mickey and Ros. The nerve. Of course your parents invited them. You know Mickey only does anything if he’s getting something out of it so while it appears he gives a shit about your birthday and respecting your parents’ cordial invitation, he’s probably rubbing elbows with people who can be potential partners. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already negotiating and sealing deals while he’s here. You now wonder if Ray is somewhere around this giant house.

You walk over to the Pearsons to greet them with the least fake smile you can manage to put on.

“Hi, Mickey.”

“Hello, there. The woman of the hour!” Michael turns to you with a smile. “You’ve met my wife Ros, right?”

“Yes, pleasure to see you again.” You and Ros greet each other with a kiss on the cheek. She might be the only one in his posse you actually don’t mind. Her and Bunny. That gentle giant.

"Thank you both so much for coming!" You try to stretch out your smile but your facial muscles can only go so far.

"Happy birthday, love,” Ros smiles.

Although, you know Rosalind is probably on the up and up on what goes on in Mickey's world, including what happened with you and Ray. There is no way tea didn't get spilled on her.

"Thank you," you slightly bow your head. “How are you doing? Business is going well I assume?”

“Ah, let’s not talk about business. We’re here as guests, not salesmen. How are you doing?” Mickey returns the attention to you.

“No business? What a surprise,” you try to jab subtly. “I’m doing well, thank you.”

“Sweetheart! There’s someone I want you to meet,” your mother suddenly comes out of nowhere.

“Excuse me,” you tell the Pearsons. "I hope you both enjoy yourselves.”

They nod at you before being whisked away by your mother.

***

After being introduced to a bunch of random people including some suitors, you sneak off into a secret side room to get a breather. You used to hide here a lot when you were younger when you wanted to isolate yourself when everything felt too overwhelming.  Especially from these parties. It always felt so performative when you just wanted to be a kid and play with your friends, but you were expected to be prim and proper, until you were old enough to realize you didn’t have to do any of this. You still remember those long boring etiquette classes and sometimes still use the wrong utensil on purpose as an act of rebellion. 

You feel around your body and realize you left your joint and lighter in your bedroom. Letting out a heavy sigh, you savor another moment of silence before marching back out into the wild. As you make your way to your bedroom, you round the corner and smack right into a hard chest.

“Oh my gosh, I am SO…” You look up at the man and your voice dies.

"Kitten…” Ray gasps quietly to himself when he sees your day collar sitting against your neck.

You can't get away from this man now, can you? Ironically, it feels like you're actually seeing him more often than you did when you were together. Like muscle memory, you plaster your cookie cutter smile on your face and greet Ray and the woman standing next to him.

"Hi, Raymond." You mentally kick yourself for overdoing your enthusiasm.

"H-hi."

You never thought there'd be a day you'd make Ray all flustered and stumble over his words. Mr. Calm and Controlled, my arse.

"Didn't expect to see you here tonight, but thank you for coming," you say, still with your painful smile on your face. You’re pretty sure it’s going to be permanent by the end of the night.

"Uh, just here for Michael," Ray quickly comments and nods. "Um, this is–”

“I know dear ol’ Rebecca.” Both you and Rebecca greet each other with air kisses on each side of your faces. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in quite some time,” you tell her.

“I’m doing very well. My company nearly doubled its revenue last month so I can’t complain,” she beams.

“You mean your father’s company?” you clarify.

“Yes, but he made me the president of the company a few months ago so it’s really mine too,” she explains. “He’s retiring soon so I’ll be CEO any day now. Anyways, how are you? I don’t really see you around much,” she shakes her head.

“Oh, I’m just always so busy,” you reply. Avoiding the lot of you. “I was actually thinking about taking a little trip to Mykonos next week. An unexpected birthday present.”

“I hear it’s fabulous this time of year,” Rebecca says. “And the men there are gorgeous.”

“Really?” you ask curiously. “I should probably go then.” You quickly glance over at Ray to see his reaction, seeing him shift uncomfortably.

You spot Fred in your peripheral vision and instantly grab his arm, pulling him in close to you.

“Freddy, love. You remember Raymond, right?” you ask him. You look back at Ray and can see his jaw ticking.

“Oh, hey! Good to see you again, mate!” Fred puts his hand out and Ray reluctantly takes it and as soon as he does, Fred pulls him in for a hug. Ray grimaces and lightly pats Fred on the shoulder. There is some actual genuine joy behind your smile now. 

“Freddy, darling! It’s been ages!” Rebecca exclaims.

After Freddy pulls away, he greets Rebecca.

“Bloody hell, Becca! When did you get so tall?” 

While they hug and catch up, you and Ray stare daggers at each other.

“Wait, are you two dating–” Freddy starts but you interrupt him.

“Um, Freddy,” you loop your arm around his again. “I think I’m ready for…” you vaguely gesture your head, nodding in a general direction towards the garden.

“Oh! Sure, yeah. I’ll meet you there after I stop by the loo,” Freddy says. “It was nice seeing you both again. Excuse me,” he says to Ray and Rebecca before walking off.

“Well, hope you’re both enjoying the party,” you say, clapping your hands together. “Excuse me. I have something I need to do.”

You walk off, not even bothering looking back as you make your way to your bedroom.

***

“Oh my gosh, Sophie, you have to tell that story about that time we pulled that prank on Lit’le Henry. Remember Henry?” you laugh, after taking a puff and passing it to Fred. 

“I don’t think Antonia here has heard about this story.” You wink at Fred. You introduced Antonia to Fred and they seemed to be hitting it off really well.

“‘Enry was a lit’le shite. It wasn’t a prank. It was revenge,” Sophie starts.

Sophie proceeds to tell the story about how a mutual friend kept getting bullied by Henry so the group of you teamed up to exact revenge on him. It was originally Fred’s idea but in the end he also took the fall for all of you. However, Henry never dared to bully anyone ever again.

“And I’d do it again,” he boasts.

You were finally able to sneak off with your friends to go hide in the shed to have a party for yourselves. No pretending, no masks, no manners. Just laughs. For those few hours, you were able to actually enjoy your birthday. You can’t remember the last time you had this much fun or laughed this hard. 

“Oh, fuck. I must have dropped my stash when I went to the toilet,” you say when you realize you can’t find the spare joints you rolled up. “I’ll be back. I’ll also get another bot’le of wine.”

“Love, it’s your birfday. Get one of the servants to fetch it for ya,” someone jumps in.

“They work for my parents, not me. Besides, I can use some fresh air,” you chuckle before bursting out of the shed.

As you cut through the long garden to make your way back into the house, you notice Ray pacing back and forth off to the side of the house while talking on the phone.

“Yes, boss. I understand.”

When he hangs up, he looks up and sees you cautiously walking trying to avoid being seen. You nearly twist your ankle as you tiptoe around and miss a step but Ray quickly catches you instinctively. So much for trying to dodge him.

“Are you alright?” Ray asks, looking into your eyes.

You stare back for a few moments, breathless. It might be the weed and alcohol but you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and let him hold you and never let go, but your daydreaming gets interrupted.

“Oh my! Looks like someone’s had a bit to drink tonight. You always know how to throw a party,” Rebecca comments as she walks over. “Ray, I’ll be back in a few. Need to powder my nose,” she winks before walking off inside the house. 

You quickly remove yourself from Ray’s grip and straighten yourself out.

“Are you alright?” Ray repeats.

“I’m fine,” you reply and start heading towards the house.

“Wait!” Ray takes a step in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“What is it, Ray?” You ask, now annoyed.

“Just so there’s no misunderstanding, Rebecca and I are not together. She’s just here with her parents and it’s my job to keep her entertained while her parents and Michael have an informal meeting,” Ray tells you.

“Ray, it’s really none of my business,” you shrug. "But I'm not surprised that's part of your job. I just hope she doesn't take it too hard when you're done with her and tell her to fuck off." You then try to maneuver around him but he side steps you.

“I know it’s none of your business but it’s important to me that you know. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to hurt you in any way because that’s the absolute last thing I want,” Ray shakes his head, ignoring your snide comment. “I don’t want to be at this boring party as much as I know you don’t either.”

“OH!” Your eyebrows shoot up to your almost perfectly coiffed hairline. “I’m so sorry my party isn’t dramatic enough for you.” You cross your arms under your breasts which are now accentuated by your arm placement.

Ray’s eyes begin to twitch as he realizes what he had said.

“No, that’s… that’s not what I meant—“

“No cunt to punch in the face. No damsel for you to save,” you say as you raise your arms above your head and wave them around.

“Can you please lower your voice? I was genuinely concerned for you. That cunt put his hands on you!” Ray snarls.

“It’s my fucking party so I’ll be as loud as I want!”

Ray looks around nervously to make sure they don’t draw any attention.

“You just can’t go around punching every bloke who puts his hands on me! You’re not my boyfriend anymore!” You push right past him with all your might and shoulder check him out of your way.

“Well, your actual boyfriend should have, but he left you all alone in a crowded pub full of drunk men!” Ray growls. “That would have never happened with me. I would have protected you!” 

You stop in your tracks and twirl around.

“Oh, please! You weren’t protecting me. You just don’t like seeing someone else’s hands on me!” You walk up to him and poke your finger into his chest. “Why do you even care so much? You’re the one who broke up with me.”

“I still care about what happens to you,” Ray adjusts his glasses. “Kitten…”

You start shaking your head.

“Just because I can’t love you the way I want to, the way we want to, it doesn’t mean I automatically stop caring for you.” Ray’s face and voice softens.

“No!” You growl into his face. You grunt out of frustration and rip your necklace off for the second time and throw it at him. “I don’t give a shit what you do with that. Just don’t give it back to me.” You spin around and stomp away towards the house.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #raymond smith #raymond smith x female reader #raymond smith x f! reader #raymond smith x fem #raymond smith x reader #raymond smith fanfiction #the gentlemen #the gentlemen fanfiction #Youtube

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.7

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Sy reached for her when he woke, but the other side of the bed was empty and cold.

“Annie?” He asked groggily, but there was no answer. “Babe?” Opening his eyes, he sat up, looking around. Her phone was gone from the nightstand and he didn't see her shoes where she had kicked them off. “Annie?” The fog finally lifted from his brain and he winced, his entire mouth sore, as if— “No.” Grabbing his phone, he opened up the calendar, looking at the moon phase. Full. “Shit shit shit fuck.” He quickly dialed her number but it went straight to voicemail. “Annie, it's Sy, I—please, just call me back. I need to talk to you about somethin'.” Fuck fuck fuck. Goddamnit, he should have been more careful, should have kept better track of it. She probably thought he was a monster. If he went too long without, the full moon took that choice away from him.

No blood, no torn sheets, so there wasn't a full transformation, but she had seen something that had terrified her, making her leave before morning. His mouth being sore gave him a good idea of what. Dialing her number again, it went straight to voicemail once again, but he hung up without leaving another message. Blood edged his fingernails, darkening the quicks and he got up, heading into the bathroom and scrubbing his hands.

Shit shit shit.

Tiffany never knew, she never saw that side. He came back from Syria changed and his relationship went down in flames before it ever became an issue.

Quickly throwing on clothes, he left the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door behind him in his haste before hopping in his truck and tearing out of the parking lot.

Her SUV was out front in the circular driveway and he parked behind it, getting out and heading up to the house.

“Annie?” He asked, knocking on the door solidly. “Baby, it's me. Please...please open the door. I...” Cedar and sage. “I can take a guess on what freaked you out and I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you, I promise, when we had been together longer. Not even my family knows and I—” The lock clicked back and the door opened, allowing her to peek out. “Annalisa, I...” It opened wider and she stepped aside in a silent invitation, letting him in. “Baby, I'm—” It cut off as she wrapped her arms around his chest, holding him tight and he released the breath he didn't know he had been holding, returning her embrace. “I was gonna tell you.”

“I believe you.”

“You're not scared of me?” He asked.

“Scared?” She asked, pulling away to look up at him, “Sy, I'm relieved.”

“What?” He asked and she took his hand, pulling him into the living room. They sat down on the couch, Annalisa still holding his hand.

“Sy.” She started, “Kyle. You're not the only one who has been hiding something.”

“Annie?” He asked and he watched the thoughts cross over her features before she sighed, her lips parting to show her top and bottom canines and he watched as they lengthened, becoming razor sharp. A beat, and they shrank back down again, returning to normal, and she clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You're a...”

“Vampire.” She said and there was a beat before he started to laugh. “Sy?”

“Baby, do you know how much I was freakin' out about this?” He asked, “I was runnin' a thousand bad scenarios through my head and you...”

“Yeah.” She said, “You're not angry?”

“Angry?” He asked incredulously, “Annie you think you're relieved? Were you gonna tell me?”

“Eventually.” She admitted and he sighed, still chuckling slightly. Tugging, he pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest.

“No wonder I've never seen you eat. You don't.”

“Not food, anyway.” She said, “You're taking this very well.”

“Sugar, I turn into a Hollywood wolfman and my girlfriend is a damn vampire.”

“Well, when you put it like that...” A weight was lifted from his shoulders, and he was guessing from hers too, as there was no reluctance as she relaxed against his chest. Tipping backwards, he pulled her on top of him as he stretched out, their legs tangling. Holding her in his arms, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hearing her contended sigh. “When did it happen?”

“Syria.” He said, “Right before I left the service. My team and I were on patrol when we were ambushed. I was the only one to come out on the other side.”

“I'm sorry.” She said, burrowing into his chest slightly.

“Yeah. I could feel somethin' comin' on in the hospital, so I got the hell outta dodge. Shifted in the middle of nowhere and just rode it out. Brass gave me a medical discharge when I said I was done.” Sy explained, “When'd it happen to you?”

“About four hundred years ago.” She said, “I wasn't attacked, though, I chose this. The man I loved and married was a vampire and he turned me on our wedding night. Very supernatural romance novel.”

“Eugene?”

“Hell no.” She said and he snorted. “Eugene was later.”

“What happened to your husband?”

“He's dead.” She said, “Killed by a Hunter.”

“There are...”

“Yeah.” She said and his hands rubbed at her back soothingly. “It was a long time ago.”

“He was still your husband, Annie.” Sy said, “Is Caulfield your married name?”

“Yeah, he was Lord Markus Caulfield.”

“Which is why Whats'er-Tits called you “Lady” Caulfield.” Sy said and felt her nod against him. “You slummin' it with me?”

“No.” She scoffed, her hands spreading over his ribs.

“Explains the house.”

“I got this house built when this city was a single road and a couple shops, I love this house.” She said, propping herself up on his chest.

“It's a nice house, but you're kinda leanin' into the vampire stereotypes a bit much with it.”

“Says the man who can put down a mid-rare porterhouse in record time.” She said, “Leaning a bit much into the werewolf stereotype?”

“I could do that before I started howlin' at the moon. Always had a big appetite.” Sy said and leaned forward a little, pressing his lips to the small furrow between her brows before relaxing again. “I'm just pokin' fun, baby. Ain't nothin' wrong with your house.” She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “What?”

“Nothing.” She said, “Even with you...being what you are, I was still scared.”

“Of me?”

“Of how you would react.”

“Have I ever givin' you the feelin' that I would hurt you? Ever? About anythin'?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Never.”

“Then you had nothin' to be scared of, baby.” He said, “Even if I wasn't what I am, I woulda gotten over it.”

“How do you know?” She asked and he reached up, tucking a lock of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear.

“Because I told you, we're forever.” Sy said, “You're my endgame. Wolves got Mates, Annie, and you're mine."

"We have them, too. Called Tovaras." He arched a brow, "It's Romanian. Dracula language."

"For?"

"Direct translation? Companion. The full term is Tovaras de Viata, or Life Companion, but it gets shortened down."

“Then why not just call it that?” He asked with a chuckle.

“I didn't name it!” She said, “I thought Markus was my Tovaras, but when he died I...” She sighed, “I was devastated, obviously, but it didn't destroy me.”

"And Eugene?"

"Should I question how you knew Eugene was like me?"

"I got eyes and he's a bit of a try-hard." He said and she snorted.

"Eugene was...he was later. It didn't last very long." She said and sighed again, laying her cheek against his chest. "You're my Tovaras."

“And you're my Mate.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

[pinkaxolotl85]

Tiffany G from the OTW Elections

Described trans women as angry and scary

Supports Chinese state censoring and believes that Ao3 is in the wrong for including content their censors ban, actively lies about what got it banned, includes state dog whistles

Said making Ao3 look good to 'external sources' and cleaning up its image by changing the ToS is a main concern

Ignores when the interviewer corrects her inaccurate statements and terminology, only talks about herself, and doesn't spare a kind word to her fellow runners

Doesn't know the basics of how Ao3 works, suggests implementation of things Ao3 already has

Describes herself as a 'fandom newbie' who's still seeing how things work, later states she's been with Ao3 from the start, these are incompatible statements

States Ao3 is used too much for 'adult works' and that something should be done to 'change this'

Says all underage works should be censored and removed, when asked how, claims she doesn't want them censored and removed, these are incompatible statements

Works for a governmental body, unknown if it's China, but Chinese users are worried she's trying to get into a position of power to leak identifiable data back to the state, this is about real people's safety

There is no doubt that if Tiffany gets in, she will attempt to gut everything on Ao3.

I want to ask Ao3 how the fuck they allowed this user into elections, considering she's been lying about her goals, going back on opinions, doesn't agree with Ao3's core statement, and doesn't know basic site functionality, something that should have cut her out of the running by Ao3's own eligibility standards.

She shouldn't be up for vote, she shouldn't be here at all.

Since people are saying weird things in the comments and dm's:

Is Tiffany G a CCP agent? No, and if you think that, touch some grass and take off the tinfoil hat.

The last point I consider far-fetched, but added it as it's a legitimate fear for c-fandom. If she gets into the board, this type of information will not be granted to her anyway.

Do I consider Tiffany G transphobic? I wouldn't accuse her of it just yet. What I do think she is, is ignorant in general, and in how to use her words. What she does come off as is callous, immature, and unprofessional, as was shown off in her response. I do not think her callback to 'how great she is with minorities' was appropriate in any manner, and the fact she didn't realise this is telling enough.

If she gets in, will she actually be able to do anything? Mostly, no, as this is a board of people. Short term, she will be annoying to other board members when getting things done, and a poor member overall due to her inexperience, immaturity, and lack of knowledge of how Ao3 and the otw works.

Should you still vote against her? FUCK YES GO VOTE NOW, she likely won't do shit on her lonesome but you don't even want to give these types of people an inch.

I don't care about anything else, but if a candidate cannot stand by Ao3's core tenet: maximum inclusivity, then they shouldn't be allowed to fucking run, especially when they are spreading misinformation about your site that they refuse to be corrected on. What is the point of having a mission statement when people who are actively against it can swan in.

"But we also want to make sure that only effective candidates who are really committed to the OTW get elected. Someone who isn’t familiar with the OTW tools and committees already would take a lot more time getting up to speed and slow down the work of the board." - Ao3 eligibility standards itself.

#ao3 #archive of our own #tiffany g #otw elections #otw #good to know ao3 does fuck all to vet these people #axo natter

[armoricaroyalty]

Previous | Chapter Start | Beginning | Next

Claudia has been spying on Jacques and Vivi for Elise pretty much since her introduction...glad to finally have it in the open.

Transcript under the cut.

8:00 AM / August 7th, 2016

[quiet organ music] CLAUDIA | Good morning, your majesty. ELISE | Good morning, Claudia. Have you got good news for me? CLAUDIA | No cancelled engagements this week. ELISE | None? That is good news. ELISE | Are they still sleeping in separate beds? CLAUDIA | Yes ma'am. ELISE | [sighs] That can't get out. ELISE | Should I be worried about them, Claudia? CLAUDIA | ...I think so, Ma'am. I am. ELISE | I found him the best psychologist in the country, and he quit therapy after a single session. A single session! ELISE | Sometimes, I don't know why I bother. It doesn't matter what I do fro them, it's never enough. CLAUDIA | ...I'm sorry, Ma'am. ELISE | [sighs] I should get back to the house. Same time next week? TIFFANY ROGERS | [on the TV] ...her name is Lady Emily. Her father is the longest-serving member of the privy council, Grand Duke Chandra, Earl of Monmout. GUNILLA ROOS | [on the TV] It's hard to be excited when all this means is another royal wedding and another §70 million bill for the taxpayer. CELESTE ALFORD-HUFF | Gunilla, I think you're just bitter your husband left you— STUDIO AUDIENCE | OOOO— [door opens] ELISE | Are you seriously watching Women of a Certain Age? ANDRE | I've gotta stay informed. And good morning to you, too. Why don't you sit down and have something to eat? ELISE | [offscreen, curtly] I already ate. ANDRE | [offscreen] Please? I miss spending time with you. ELISE | What, did Leonor stop taking your calls? ANDRE | [sighs] I don't know why you hate her so much. ELISE | She's fucking my husband. Next question. ANDRE | So hate me! Leonor has done nothing to you— ELISE | [scoffs] You're kidding, right? ELISE | I've forgiven a lot, but I will not sit here and listen to you defend her. Do you have something to talk about, other than your mistress, or are we done? ANDRE | ...um, the women of a certain age like Emily and Freddy. ELISE | If I cared what those old bats thought about my family, I'd watch their show. ANDRE | 'Old bats?' Pot meet kettle... ELISE | Are you trying to get on my nerves? Because you're succeeding. ANDRE | I'm sorry. Can I try again? Good morning, how are you? ELISE | [sighs] ELISE | Did you need something? Because I've got a lot to prep for this week... ANDRE | No, but— ELISE | Well, I'll be off then— ANDRE | Lees... ELISE | Have a good day! [door opens and closes] ANDRE | [sighs]

#armorica story #chapter 2 #chapter 2 part 3 #behind the scenes #character: elise sutton #character: claudia gianelli #character: andre st. fleur

[nuttyblizzardinternet]

"Chucky abused Tiffany they're better off seperated"

BULLSHIT

Name one time in the franchise has Chucky abused Tiffany in any way shape or form. Sure they may fight and had their arguments but he never abused her. And then they have the gull to compare Chiffany to Harley Quinn and the Joker. THERE'S NO FUCKING CONTEXT TO SUPPORT THIS GOD DAMN ARGUMENT. None! What you saw in bride is not enough context to conclude that Chucky was abusive and I'm not gonna mention that god awful tv show I refuse to acknowledge it's existence as canon. Chucky is an asshole but he doesn't manipulate Tiff the way that Joker does. Chucky is a fucking saint compared to the Joker. You forget that the Joker literally pushes Harley out of a window and leaves her there to rot and Chucky literally screams when Tiffany gets shoved into an oven. You wanna know why? CAUSE HE CARES! Funny concept I know. You know all the shit that the Jokers done, pushing Harley into a vat of acid. Getting her pregnant and leaving her, tricking her into gaining her sympathy by lying about his childhood, trying to cut her face off. Its way worse than what Chucky has done to Tiffany far worse. The only real shitty things that Chucky ever did to Tiffany was lie about an engagement ring, electrocuted her in her own bath tub and forcefully transferred her soul into another doll (btw if he didn't love her he wouldn't even bring her back to life in the first place), And hacked her face in with an axe only because he was angry at Tiffany for trying to destroy the family that he built with her. Tiffany was the one in fact who stabbed Chucky in the back more times than once while Chucky literally apologizes for what he does. First she gets all petty and trys to get even locking him up in a play pin. Then tricking Chucky into thinking they're getting married by surprising him with a bridal doll only to then throw rice at his face and basically be like "ha! Gotcha bitch" and at the very end of the movie just when you think Chucky and Tiffany are gonna live happily ever after Tiffany pulls her bullshit by saying "I love you" THEN PROCEEDS TO ACTUALLY STAB HIM IN THE BACK NOT JUST A METAPHOR SHE ACTUALLY STABS HIM THE BACK AFTER SAYING THEY BELONG TOGETHER FOREVER. Her gimic is that she'll act nice then turn the tables when she wants revenge. She's quite the deceiver actually. And I can see why Chucky likes her cause she's so devilishly petty like that. Then in the seed of Chucky, Tiffany literally abandons Chucky for a life of fame and trys to take their kid away from him all because she thinks Chucky is a bad influence like I get it, but that's Glen's only father. Tiffany was such a bitch in seed of Chucky she really was then she wants to criticize Chucky for killing when she does the exact same thing in hiding then claims "oh it's just a slip up tee hee I'm not a murderer" when you can see she's being a fucking hypocrite. Chucky has been there for Tiffany and yet Tiffany just stomps all over him like it's nothing over some past fucking beef. And I'm like girl, you need to chill I get that your hurt but damn.

I think what people don't get is that Tiffany is just as much as an asshole as Chucky is they usually tend to overlook anything Tiffany does because of how she talks about Chucky in bride how she felt trapped in her relationship with Chucky and how she wants pay back. It literally takes two to fucking tango and I think people give Tiffany way more leanacy just because she's female. Not saying their relationship is healthy but that doesn't mean that they don't love each other. You see Joker and Harley Quinn and it's literally a one sided dynamic. Chiffany is goals if anything

#chucky #brideofchucky #rant #childs play

[rougecreator1]

Can you do a Pam Miller from Totally Killer x Fem reader? Please, I don't care what it is because I can't find anything on the movie.

Drunk Girls Kiss||

i'm so happy someone requested from this movie, i gotchu.

|| Pam Miller x fem!reader

|| Warnings: swearing, house party, underage drinking, short drabble

|| Summary: Reader is best friends with the Mollys, specifically Pam Miller. What happens when they drink a little too much at a house party?

Requests open!

Started: April 21st

Finished: April 21st

~~~

You were best friends with Pam Miller, you couldn't even remember how it all started but you've been friends with her, Tiffany, Heather and Marissa for years. Which meant you were definitely dragged along when they bullied people, you usually didn't make comments like they did.

Currently, the five of you were sitting at a table in the cafeteria. Just enjoying your lunch when that weird Jamie girl from "Prince Edward Island" walked over to your table.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" She looked at Pam, you raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Ew, gross no. Leave." Pam scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Jamie didn't listen. She sat down next to you, you moved closer to Pam and side eyed the blonde. Pam made a face of disgust at her and her hand wrapped around your wrist, almost protectively.

You guys were close. You couldn't explain it, but you always felt as though there was more between you two. You didn't know if you were just imagining it though. You hoped not, because you wanted more.

"So what's everyone doing after school?" Jamie asked, you glanced at Pam. There was a house party happening, but you were sure she wouldn't tell Jamie that.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Pam narrowed her eyes at her, Jamie seemed almost hurt by it but you couldn't tell.

"Oh...! No reason, just uh... wondering." Jamie smiled awkwardly, you rolled your eyes. Ugh, Canadians.

This is funny to me because I'm Canadian.

"You can leave now." Pam says as she looks at you, you stared at her in confusion." Not you, her. I'm obviously ignoring her." She continued when she saw your confused look. You relaxed at that.

~~~

That night, at the party, you and Pam were hanging out on the couch. Both of you had a drink in your hands as you talked with each other. Smiling and laughing, drunk off your asses.

"Your smile is really pretty," Pam said suddenly, you looked at her and she was staring at you with a soft gaze. One so out of character that you were sure was brought on by the alcohol.

"Yeah?" You replied, leaning a little closer to her instinctively as your cheeks flushed. Your eyes went to your lips and hers went to yours.

"Yeah." She whispered back, taking your cup from your hand and setting it on the ground with her own. Her gaze never leaving you.

There was a pause before your lips met, feeling her soft lips move against your own as she laid back on the couch. You laid on top of her, hands rested on her waist as your eyes closed and you melted into each other.

You've wanted this for so long. You hoped your kiss told her that.

"What are you doing?! Mo- Pam!" You heard the familiar voice of Jamie shout, the two of you broke your kiss. Pam looking more annoyed than you as she looked at Jamie.

"Can you not? We're in the middle of something." Pam said.

"Absolutely not." Jamie shook her head and walked over, situating herself between the two of you. You were nearly shoved off the couch in the process, when Pam noticed she glared at Jamie.

"What the hell?!" She shouted.

Jamie looked at you with a look you couldn't understand.

"Sorry, but you'll thank me later." Jamie stated, looking at Pam.

Pam rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. Glancing down at your two cups which had fallen over and spilled out when Jamie joined you. She sighed," Great. Y/N/N, can you go get us new drinks?"

"Yeah, of course." You grumbled, not wanting to be around Jamie as you stood and walked to the kitchen. Thankful to be away from her.

You opened the fridge door and grabbed out two cans (you can decide whatever those would be). Thinking about what had happened before Jamie interrupted, a small smile on your lips.

Part of you wondered if that was just a one off experience. Drunk girls kiss each other all the time, right?

You hoped that it could be more than just a drunk kiss. You'd make a mental note to talk about it with Pam in the morning, if you even remembered.

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