#; modern!verse

[asksihtrickjartansen]

Can I join you in the shower pls?

"I am not sure if the shower is big enough, unless we sneak into Finan's bathroom."

[ronmanmob]

📁📁📁📁

📁Fun Facts Meme

📁 - One smol fun fact from behind the scenes - I, mun, was born and raised in London and so can read everything Ron says one-to-one accent-wise. I'm more than happy to do this for pals on Discord by 'n by, and am likewise happy to pass non-accented writing through my internal Ron-filter to render it how he'd say it ever such a service might be needed :3

📁 - Ron finds Beth's full name - Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekauneikahanuola'Ilikea 'wahine Riley - an absolutely gorgeous thing on the ears when she, at his kindly and curious request, says it and explains its meanings to him. He takes quiet pride in doing his best to learn it phonetically, but fear of nerves destroying his skill at that in a Rather Important Moment limits him to her first, second and last when it matters most.

📁 - In their main canon Beth is the only person in Ron's life to whom he'll speak with complete openness about how his mental illness affects him day-to-day. She knows more about his ebbs and flows than his doctors do, and he's more than content to keep it that way rather than risk them dosing him blind.*

*whether they would in actuality do this is doubtful, but convincing a paranoid brain of that on a good day, let alone a bad one, would be about as easy as Ron would find climbing Everest.

📁 - There's an image that is indelible to me and that I feel is indicative of the depth of the connection between Ronnie and Beth. Abstract or literal, I can see him laying on the floor where she's gone down during a Big Hat Day, one of his hands extended and easing its way, slow-slow-time, 'neath a literal hat's brim; or if there is no literal hat, millimetre by millimetre towards her nearest hand. In either sense he is offering safety, connection to the world beyond her borders and deep, to the marrowbones of him empathy for what it is to have a brain that's declared holy war against the rest of him. Once they've found each other in their main canon, not a day like that goes by for Beth that she has to face alone.

[natures-lost-warden]

It'd been some time since Tobi was afforded a trip like this. Uni took up so much of his time, raising his cousin took what little was left, leaving barely any for him.

On a rare weekend, he could pack up and go camping in the middle of fuck-off nowhere to do a bit of research on his own time.

Not many cared for his theory about rare plants that bloomed only in the moonlight. Only two bothered to feign interest and that was his cousin and his ex.

So there he was, sitting in the middle of nowhere and drawing strange plants by torchlight. And he couldn't imagine a better place to be.

@silas-dogboy

[wanderingarcherviola]

Trekking along behind her cousin for one of his unhinged projects was something she wasn't entirely thrilled about but went along for anyway. The less annoying of her choices.

As the budding botanist rambled on about some fungi and molds he was hoping to find her attempts to feign interest died a few hours into their adventure into the bayou.

While he was occupied by some strange looking plant Viola took the opportunity to slip away for a bit of peace, and maybe to find an animal to befriend. After all, the worst thing out here was an alligator and she'd seen none so far.

@mould-girl

[bewitchingbaker]

A young man sighs as his eyes focus on the subway's next stop. This was a bad time to be stuck in between two distracted passengers, damn near crushing the purple box in his arms. Once he hears the automated voice announcing that they are approaching downtown, he begins to make his move.

"Excuse me," he states, voice deep and booming.

Hands gently push and move others out of the way, making his exit as smooth as possible. A few 'excuse mes' and 'coming thoughs' later he was right at the doors. All while protecting the precious box of pastries in his arms. The second they opened he dashed out of the cramped space.

Chris offered a proud smile to himself as he began to walk out of the station, one hand digging for his phone. Soft brown hues checked his messages.

Jess:'u almost home?'

Jess: 'abuela left a bunch of messages 4 ya'

Jess: 'kitchen's clean, dinner's on u'

As he caugh up with is sister's messages, Chris bumped into someone damn near knocking the box out of his hands and the other's phone to the ground.

"Oh fuck," Chris exclaimed, just barely catching the box with one hand and the other dropping his phone. "I'm so sorry about that...! I wasn't paying attention...is your phone OK?"

[dragontamer05]

Modern verse Tim;

Adopted at a really young age nothing is known of his birth family. It was a closed adoption and he doesn't remember anything.

He's kinda a nightmare health wise, has a lot of scars from having had multiple surgeries over the years.

Chronic pain from Junior Arthritis, has a bad back from scoliosis

He's had bad vision in his right eye that's just kind gotten worse and worse to now he's all but blind in it (he did also sustain an injury to the face at one point but it did not contribute much to his loss of vision) There is a concern of potentially he could start losing vision in his other eye - he does occasionally use a pair of reading glasses but for the time being his sight is pretty okay on that side.

Still the thought scares him.

Sometimes mild breathing issues causes by a not to great heart which he did have surgery to fix when he was little but it does make it harder when it comes to like long distance running / running fast.

Gets sick easily

He does use a cane for his blindness (may have a secondary one for days when the pain is really bad)

Mainly it's his lower back and wrists which can be a problem with his music playing , as much as he loves it some days he just can't.

Lil bro died in an accident - he still blames himself though.

(There is potential to work in maaaybe he could still have some magic?? or something if it makes sense for/with the plot of whatever is being written idk)

[ronmanmob]

The Kray Twins in their natural habitat - Esmerelda's Barn

Legend | Featuring Tom Hardy | Behind The Scenes(x)

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢

《𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚: 𝘈/𝘉/𝘖, 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘙𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵》

One word. Possessive. He doesn’t really mean to. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust other alphas. He thinks other alphas are filthy animals and will try to hurt you any chance they get, so, to combat other alphas before they even get the chance he scents you constantly. Your scent is barely able to be detected because Ghosts scent of ash and bourbon overshadow yours. Ghost loves marking you as well, he’s constantly biting and licking your neck. Leaving hickeys so everyone knows your his.

During your heats is very attentive like an anxious mother hen. He’s one of the best alphas in the task force due to the control he has over his alpha instincts. He always has a stash of snacks and drinks so you don’t have to leave your nest. You want something cold like a Popsicle to bring down your fever? He’ll go get it, don’t move. You want cuddles? He might have a pillow over his crotch but he’ll give you your damn cuddles. You want a kiss? He’ll give you your damn kiss. Just ignore the soft growls he makes.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Ghost lets out a soft growl as you pull his hoodie off.

“Sweetheart, what’re you doin?” He asks, his voice slightly deeper than usual from the effects you’re having on him. You don’t really respond besides softly purring before you fully take his hoodie off and lay down on him. Ghost wraps his arms around you and gently rubs your back. The two of you stay like this before a small whine leaves you involuntarily and your scent gets sweeter.

“Simon…? I think I need some help…”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Whenever Ghosts in rut he tends to become slightly violent so like Soap he locks himself away. Under no circumstances are you allowed into his room nor near it. It doesn’t matter how much you whine and whimper outside the door, he’s not letting you in…maybe…fuck it.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The more you stay and whimper outside his room, the more Ghosts resolve weakens. It only takes 5 minutes of your soft whimpers before he opens the door and drags you inside.

“Doll, I told you what would-“

“I want this! Please, let me take care of you…” You plead softly as you hold his face. Ghost lets out a growl before he pulls his mask off and kisses you.

“Just remember, you asked for this.”

[venmondiese]

WEIRD HOBBIES

-ˋˏ| summary: you meet a guy in a bar and decide to go back to his place, as weird as he might seem.

✧ | Pairing: Martin (in the modern world) x reader

✧ | word count: 2.3k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f/m receiving), 69 position, Martin is weird as hell but a pussy eating champ! Not beta proof<3

“So… what’s your name again?” You ask curiously, walking behind the man that holds your hand, guiding you through his home, and to his bedroom. You don’t complain, though, since you were out just for that; to get home with a handsome man. 

There was this band that you never heard of playing near your house, and it took little for your brain to convince you to go. If something good came from it, you would get fucked. If something bad came from it, well… you hoped for the first one. 

That’s how you ended up here, following a dude, which looks from head to toe like a metal head. His hair goes to his shoulders, coal black, which you assume he dyed it, and some graphic shirt with the words ‘Knotfest’ and all, wearing some metal stuff that you didn’t really know much about.

And you looked like a rock groupie, with a leather top that practically squeezed your tits and a dark jeans miniskirt with some boots. Yet, this mysterious man was still taller than you, and that was quite exciting, and a bit arousing.

“Eh, Martin” he says nonchalantly, as he grabs your hand, his bracelets really end up the detail of his fit, and you feel really horny now to lay with this dude. “Yours?”

You tell Martin your name, following him as he opens his bedroom door. To be fair, it is tidier than you imagined.

“Sorry the mess” he murmurs, moving the drone and an electric guitar out of his bed. You hum, looking around curiously, to the badly positioned posters, some rock-metal bands that you didn’t know about.

“Is that a snake?” You ask, watching the little head of the reptile in the middle of the dim light coming from outside.

“Uh- no, it’s a lizard” 

A guy with a lizard as a pet. Okay.

“What is its name?” 

“Lizard. I don’t like naming them-” 

Great. 

You look at him with a fake smile. The dick better be good you think, taking out your jacket and leaving it on a chair next to the desk.

“Be careful, spider likes to crawl near there”

You took your jacket off there, and you really hoped that he had a dog called spider because otherwise it would be strange as hell.

“Riiiiight” you say, leaving your jacket in a hanger of his opened closet. Whatever. “So… Apart from having a lizard and a spider… do you maybe also have… a cockroach?”

He lets out a huff, his lips turning upwards as he takes his shirt off. “No” Martin says. “I do have another thing, though, it’s very big”

You try to smile at his corny, cringy words. It’s for the dick. You repeat to yourself: The dick better be good. He better not finish in two minutes. He better knows how to eat pussy.

“Ha. Funny” you say as you start to take off those boots.

“How did ya meet the band?”

“Ehmm… A friend dated the brother of an ex of the bassist. I think” you say watching as he frowns his eyebrows slightly trying to make any sense as he lights up a cigarette. 

“ah, nice” he says as he lays on bed as he smokes the cigarette, taking off his shirt as he remains only in those Adidas jeans of his. “Heard the songs before?”

“Once or twice” you say looking at the CD albums stacked on top of each other messily, and you move to grab a solitude piece of paper, as you can practically feel Martin’s eyes on your ass. “I liked the vocalist, quite handsome, don’t you think?” you unwrap softly the paper, away from Martin’s eyes.

It was an address. It piqued your curiosity.

“Aye, come here” his voice is soft as he extends his hand to turn off the cigarette on the glass ashtray, which has the shape of a dragon.

You turn around and walk toward his bed, and watch how he seems eager to have you. It’s hot to have a man drooling for you like Martin is now. And his erection is the living proof of it; it was obvious against his trousers that he was rock hard. You wondered if he was leaking as well. 

You straddle his lap, a smirk forming on your lips as his hands move immediately to your thighs, cold hands moving slowly up to find their way to your ass. 

“Sit on my face” Martin murmurs, words slightly stuck between his pants

“Hm? What was that?” You ask petulantly, pretending not to have heard. 

“Come on, beautiful, sit on my face” he says, pushing your hips closer to his chest, trying to push your miniskirt up.

“Gotta take my panties off” you say softly to him, watching his lips as he licks them, savouring the ghosting taste of you.

“No, like this” he murmurs, eager to taste you. “I’ll eat you from behind even.” Martin proposes, more desperate than the last time “Please”

You might forgive cheesy comments for his eagerness. You sigh with a wide smirk, turning around as Martin places his big hands around your thighs, dragging your centre closer to his face. 

Eager was the wrong word for it; he was desperate.

His hand moved your panties to the side, and his face almost nuzzled your cunt, before starting to press his tongue on your centre. You could hear his groan of pure delight, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs and ass as he delighted himself. 

“Fuck” you said, but it was as if all the air from your lungs when out in that moan. 

Martin’s hands were keeping you still, not allowing you to move your hips to grind his face as you wanted. You could hear his moans, the way he slurped and nuzzled his face on your cunt. 

He was a pro, eating pussy as if he did it every day (maybe he did, god knows), and he didn’t seem to care for his lack of air in the matter. He was on it, devoted to eating your dripping cunt as if it was his last meal on earth.

Your hands are pressed on his stomach, and he has to forcefully let you go to breathe, and you sigh as you feel his breaths. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” You breathe softly, as you can hear how he pants, catching his breath. 

“A good pussy can make a man go feral, love” he says, moving your panties out of the way as his index and middle finger move to rub against your slit. 

He was cheesy, and it was a bit weird. Yet it couldn’t bother you less, you had been with worse men, and Martin was good in other areas…, well, at least in sex and eating out a pussy. And it was more than average, so you were up to it.

Before he decides to keep on eating you, still caressing your clit as he catches his breath, you lean a bit on his torso, to try to pull down the leather pants, opening the zipper. 

It takes you a bit, yet after accomplishing your mission, your hand grabs his dick to guide it into your warm, eager mouth. 

He was well doted, and hard as a rock. He was leaking, and his tip was a bit pink compared with the rest of his cock. 

God damn you if it didn’t make your mouth drool. Between him eating you out, and his leaking cock, you think you will go insane. He could have cheeky, cringe comments but you could live with it. You couldn’t live without him eating you out or his cock. 

You are as enthusiastic with his cock as he is. Though, you start slower. You take the head on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel him groan against your pussy. It was fucking hot, and it had you moaning on his cock. You didn’t remember the last time your legs were trembling like this, and how much you wanted to feel a dick in your throat. It was a need, a primal need.

Martin was kind and nice, had his things, but god, you need to fuck him. You might even need to have his babies by now. You wouldn’t complain if he came all inside you, filling you with his cum, and making you pregnant. Fuck, it even turned you more on. What was this man doing to you?

You took more of his dick in your mouth, trying to take all of it, not minding if you choke on it. He was hot. More than hot, in truth.

Martin was relentless with his tongue, lapping at your cunt again and again, moaning loudly against it as he could feel how deep you were taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand moved to cup his balls, as your tongue tried to swirl around his tip. It drove him insane. 

It was not long before you started to cum, moaning loudly, his dick slipping from your mouth as your thighs pressed against his face, riding his face and nose as he was making you cum. His tongue was as greedy as him, and he worked with his nose along your slit. And it made you cum hard, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck, Martin, just like that…” You say, hips grinding against his mouth in a desperate need to stretch the feeling a bit more. 

And once you finish, your mouth goes back to his cock, to keep on sucking him off. “Fuck, you feel incredible” he rasped, as you moved forward, closer to his cock and have full access, as Martin’s hips pumped upwards to fuck your mouth. 

You lay on his chest, his face back on the pillow, moaning loudly as you seem to try to drain him completely, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all.

“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” He says, teeth gripped as his hand moves to grab a fist of your hair, to move your head down to allow him fuck your mouth deep as he wanted. His own head titles back in pure bliss and pleasure, moaning loudly as he uses your mouth as a desperate animal in need to cum. Not that you complain, it costs a bit more to breathe, and you were almost choking, but hearing Martin be so local, groaning, moaning and grunting was worth it. 

His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum. 

“Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.

As the last drops of cum are licked off his cock, he leans back and you move to his side. 

“That was great” You mutter, looking at the ceiling. How could he be so great at it?

“Yeah. Cig break and round two?”

“Hell yeah”

You are with your friend when you search the location in the paper that you found in Martin’s room. You were supposed to go to the club, you were wearing your miniskirt and a top, really to party, but that man had eaten your pussy and fucked you like no one before, so you felt entitled to find what that was for.

“It’s cold” Your friend, Tamara, says. She was chewing gum as she followed you begrudgingly. 

“It’s a fucking parking lot?” You ask looking around the empty street, the night made it lonely yet not totally isolated. 

“Your darling buries the bodies here” Your friend says, obviously judging it all. “Can we go?”

“Look, there is a car” you point out, as the car seems to be jumping around due to the movements inside. “Gods, you think they are having sex?”

“Ew, you think he has a brothel in his car?” Tamara asks you, looking at the car as you both get closer. “Eww and you fucked without a condom… You could get an IST, and die”

“It is called an STD, and… I think he is not fucking anyone” you frown slightly, getting closer.

“Careful! What if his pimp is here…?”

“He is fighting someone!” You say looking inside the car, as you find Martin pressing the head of the other guy against the window. 

Surely, Martin was a weird dude. He was corny as hell, and he had pets called like the species they were. Sure. He almost burned his hair as he smoked after sex, yes; and he also ate pussy like a champ and was hung as a horse. 

“I am going there” You tell your friends. “The dick is worth it”

“Yikes” 

As you walk closer, you feel your friend either staying behind or walking away, not that you care. 

Martin had blood trailing down his forehead, and was lying in the passenger’s seat as his thighs choked the other guy he was with, holding his head still with his hands. Okay, whatever, a guy can have hobbies.

When he sees you, he starts rolling down the window of the car, as you lean closer to his height.

“Hey, darling- how did ya–”

“A girl has her secrets” you say, smiling as you see him. God, he was sexy as hell. “I want my pussy eaten” 

Martin smirks, and he leans back to sigh at your request, as if the idea delights him. He still applies pressure to the other dude, who seems to pass out. Martin leans forward closer to your lips and whispers “Will ya’ wait ten minutes as I finish with this round?”

“Three” You bargain.

“Seven.”

“Three”

“Five and I’ll make you cum twice.” His final offer, and the time you had in mind. Offering lower than one wants always seems work to get your official deal, even with an extra.

“Deal” you accept with a smirk. 

And what if he was fighting inside a car? You fancied Martin, and sure as hell he fancied you. Even if he has weird hobbies. 

[retiredpeach]

In mood for couple crossovers 🕷

[ronmanmob]

The tear in the envelope had been more subtle this time round, though only just by Ron's estimation. He'd had a couple of bits this time - two letters from family along with this new, air-mailed addition. He'd took to that one first; tucked the others under his pillow for later. His aunt and his grandad, bless their hearts, didn't write often. Like new biscuits with a cuppa, their offerings were to be savoured. They didn't demand a response like Miss Jayden's did. Not that she was demanding like it. It was just part of how the prison cogs worked. He'd explain to her a bit; sharpened pencil to clean lined paper--

Dear JAYden,

Polite letters count as Good Behaviour. That can shave time off the bird you serve - your sentence, inside. They'd not let Abuse get SEnt. And I would not senD it. I am not that WAy. Would you believe me if I said it weren't much of an adjustmeNt? My life outside weren't bad when I was took out of it. Who said I was a animal? Where did you read that? What PAPER? They don't let me have the Paper in here. Not RegulAR like I want it. You seen me in it? They give you My Name before I could?

There was a break in the letter's flow - a change of pens and with it, by implication, a passing of time. This one had been put down and picked up again; the period between marked by no small upheaval in the mind, if nowhere else, of the sender. Bazza was on the outs for weeks for giving out his personals. The fucker said he hadn't said a thing but Ron knew better. It was Bazza that read the letters. Bazza who vetted what he wrote to make sure nothing evil Miss Jayden's way went. It had to have been him. Ron would catch him somehow...

But for now, present tense, he had a missive to finish.

It don't matter. Dogs is a better topic.

That'd do for a bridging clause over the time it'd been left.

They are All Mastiffs. All Rescues. I got three at the minute - CLAUDE, Topper and Mo. Want more when I'm Out. Dogs is LOve. Don't need blankets in winter so much with them. Sams is different - CATS. Cats is all called Sam to me. Sam is the name of the pub cat down my street. He is a big tom. Ginger with a short tail. Him and Claude is mortal enemies. Or at least they play at being.

I got family that ain't blood-family too. Got more aunts and uncles that ain't related than I have ones that is. You know that phrase - it takes a village to raise a child? Where I am from, the Village raises the Kids. No one had much, but the Kids didn't know that. We was Kings and Queens. In the gutter poor kings and queens.

None of my brothers would jump out a plane either. That Sky-Marine you know is MENTAL. Did your roommate like her rice? London is like America like that - a 'melting pot.' I never met a Hawaiian person though. And I never had Currywurst either. I'll ask for it this dinner for a laugh. See what I'm told.

Bic biro hovered above paper as a sign-off was pondered. Letters or numbers, this time. Letters or numbers. Bazza had let slip already, the name of him. So it's not like keeping up his little distance-making cypher would help any. There weren't nothing the baby shrink could do with it anyway. Not really. He was in the system; caught and processed. What harm was in a name?

Ron

P.S.

How are your studies going?

The days were slow. As to be expected since it was still the beginning of the semester. The days were almost the same. Get up, dressed, walk, Jenna, drop her off at the doggy daycare, go to class. Meet with the study group after, get dinner, pick up Jenna from the daycare, check the mail. Come back and check if her roommate was in. Changes into her pyjamas and then does her homework as she eats. She made sure that she only had five days a week of classes. The other two were days off to enjoy life if she wasn’t busy with the class work. 

When she gets a letter back and notes the sender she smiles. One that is small but hopeful. Heading up she follows her pattern. Setting out the Chinese and the Currywurst between two plates and then bringing the Chinese to Beth’s desk. She knew her friend was due home in the next ten minutes. Settling into her room with Jenna happily munching on a dinner of her own. SHe pries the envelope apart and takes out the letter. At first she was expecting a repeat, but gets a pleasant surprise when she gets a proper response. 

She reads it once, some more of her dinner while she watches the pup spin in circles before flopping over onto her side. Head resting on the hardly used expensive dog bed. Rubber ball pinched between stubby curved teeth. She reads it again, thinking on what the sender tells her from the past. Worries at a piece of chicken as she thinks about what he means by causing them problems. A brow raised when she figures it out. 

“He or she says you’re beautiful, Jen.” She says to the puppy who snorts in response. Jayden isn’t sure if Jenna answered or was asleep. The writer brings up a good point. A deal or sorts with proper weight. She had said that she wanted honest conversation. She would give just that. She does laugh when the matter of talking to the third parties is brought up, and she would concede that that was a fair trade. 

A new legal pad is pulled from her nightstand, her writing pen pulled out next as she props herself against the headboard. From the living room she can hear Beth come in. 

“My penpal wanted me to tell you that they say hello. Also there is food on your desk. I hope that the teriyaki was the right choice.” Jay relays the greeting,calling out to be heard through the apartment. Having already explained the facts about her extracurricular exchange. She hears Beth say something between the clatter of a backpack and the clinking of a fork on the plate. Her attention turned back to the pages on her lap. 

Dear Sender, 

I figured that they would read our correspondence. I know this may seem strange to you, but I think that this could be a start to when you eventually get released. Think of this as just a small step into furthering that along. I want to be the bridge that helps others adjust back into society. Like you if I ever get that chance in the future. Though I hope that you don’t end up getting problems back.

Opinions that start with this; Despite what people say you are not an animal. You are a person and should be treated like one. That and to be shown that despite your deeds, there is a chance to make a better life for yourself at the end of this. I will take knowing that I could be of hopeful help to you in that. 

Tell me about them. How many do you have? What are their breeds? 

I don’t have any siblings. Though my mother has brought up adopting once I graduate and move to the next stage in my life. I can only imagine how hard this was for her. I could have lived with her, but I wanted to strike out on my own. Or well, not taking advantage of her love. Plus the one time I introduced Jenna to her cats the poor thing jumped up onto the dining table and cried for me to rescue her from them. It was endearing as it was funny. 

I do consider my roommate and her brother as close as I will ever get. She is studying medicine. Her brother is in the military. He is pararescue, drops from the sky into active battle zones to save injured soldiers. I think he is either incredibly brave and stupid for wanting to jump out of a perfectly good working and safe aircraft. I could never bring myself to that. Not out of being scared of heights, but the feeling of falling keeps me safe on the ground. 

I eat a bit of everything. America being the melting pot of cultures that opened the door to a lot of culinary expansion. I do have a peanut allergy though, so that does limit what I am able to eat. Tonight I am having  Currywurst. Peanut free and one of my personal favourites. 

I did tell her you said hello. I think she returns the greeting though it is hard to understand Hawaiian Pidgin when it is spoke through a mouthful of fried rice.

With hopes that this finds you in decent health, 

     Jayden, Jenna, and Beth. 

Once she places her letter in a new envelope she places it on her dresser next to Jenna’s leash. A small reminder to take it down with them in the morning on their way to their walk. With that done she heads to the kitchen to do up the few dishes that are there before she starts the next set of chapters to get a head start in her classes.

[asksihtrickjartansen]

"Here is the tea, fam. Finan is actually go fucking gassy."

[ronmanmob]

[thought--bubble]

When he Breaks

Modern Aemond X (ex GF) reader

Word Count: 3,098

Note* This was written for @targaryen-dynasty's 3K celebration! (Congratulations my love you deserve it all!)

Modern Aemond Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Dividers and banners by @arcielee

Warnings:Toxic relationship dynamics, alcohol use, swearing, smut (fingering female receiving)

Four months should have been enough time. Should have been enough time to completely move on from the two-year whirlwind that was your relationship with the ever-elusive Aemond Targaryen.

Your relationship with Aemond Targaryen was difficult to put it mildly. You had tried. Really tried to make it work, but like with most things, there comes a time when things have simply run their course.

Aemond could be sweet, yet mostly, he was cold, closed off, and angry.

Aemond does not simply feel angry. He embodies anger. With each step he takes, he carries it around with him, like a festering wound he refuses to treat lest he forget the injustices he has suffered.

The smallest things could set him off, a harmless joke from his brother or his nephew simply breathing the same air.

the issue between him and his nephew, Luke, was simple enough to understand. You always thought it so tragic how an unfortunate childhood accident could tear a family apart at the seams. The accident had left Aemond blind in one eye, and as far as Aemond saw it, no one had ever paid for it. No one ever suffered for it, no one but Aemond that is.

His hate and anger ruled his life. It seeped into every facet of his being. Even being his girlfriend was not a shield from his rage.

This anger would come to a head when he ruined his father's birthday celebration, potentially the last one his sick ailing father would have. When he stood up and gave a toast insulting his nephews and calling his sister a whore, albeit using a roundabout way to say it. The ensuing physical altercation between Aemond and his other nephew, Jace, had been the final straw for you. No more would you live with this angry man. This powder keg that is just waiting to explode, this dragon grinding his jaw and salivating at any chance to tear apart those he saw as his enemies.

So, when you showed up for Helaena's birthday, a house party, Aegon is throwing. You were concerned about seeing Aemond for the first time since your split. You were over him. At least that's what you told yourself, and you believed it.

Until you walked in to see him, sitting on the sofa, cigarette in hand, smile on his face, and an arm around Floris' shoulders.

Floris Baratheon, a sweet little thing. Not a cruel bone in her body. The absolute visceral response you had to the scene was unexpected, yet you made sure to control your facial expression. You could not let him see you vulnerable or weak.

Yes, you were done with Aemond. You no longer wanted Aemond, but you did not approve of him to move on. To have someone else.

As you watch him sitting with Floris from across the crowded room of Aegon's flat, you feel your anger bubbling up. Four months, and he was already flirting about with a simpleton like Floris Baratheon? Had you meant so little to him?

You jump slightly as Helaena sneaks up next to you as you lean against the breakfast bar, drink in hand.

Helaena has always had this uncanny ability to seemingly pop up out of nowhere, with words of wisdom or nonsense. It truly was luck of the draw.

"There is no need to fight for what you don't want, just because someone else may want it." She muses thoughtfully.

"I'm not fighting for anything," you snap back. "She wants to deal with all of that. She's welcome to him."

"Hmmm," the light hum of Helaena's voice, usually a soothing sound, grates on your nerves.

"The two of you are more alike than either of you realize."

Your head instantly whips to the side, your eyes narrowed. "We are nothing alike," you hiss through gritted teeth.

Helaena simply hums in response before grabbing herself a wine cooler off the counter. "I hope you find some way to enjoy the evening."

"Hey," you call out behind her as she starts to walk away.

She turns and looks at you, with nothing but softness in her lavender eyes.

"Happy Birthday" You give her a weak smile.

"It will be entertaining, at least," she says dreamily before gliding off to welcome more of her friends who had just arrived.

With Helaena's final words lingering in your head, you knock back the drink in your hand and place the empty cup back on the counter.

Revenge is Aemond's favorite pastime. An obsession you have berated him for time and time again, yet here you stand, watching his faux gentleness that he seems intent on displaying for the fawn of a girl that sits beside him and all you can feel is the hunger inside you, willing you to take a bite out of him, sating that need for revenge of your own.

Aemond looks over at you briefly before his eye flickers back to Floris, carrying on their quiet conversation, which, from what you could gather, looked more like Floris speaking incessantly and Aemond, with his false patience, listening intently, or at least pretending to.

"What are ya drinking ya tart!" Aegon slurs as he leans over the counter, mixing himself another drink.

"Had a whiskey, looking for something else, though." You let your words trail off as your eyes search the countertop.

When you finally find the bowl of cherries, you turn to Aegon and bat your lashes. "Make me a tart cherry? You were always the best at making them. " You offer him a sweet smile as you lean over the counter. The short black dress you have on hardly concealing your rear.

"Ahh! A tart for a tart!" Aegon chuckles as he starts to make the drink, spilling liqueur all about the countertop.

You roll your eyes, careful not to let Aegon see. He's an idiot, but tonight, you will make him a useful idiot because leading Aegon is as simple as being kind for a fleeting moment.

"I may just be a tart tonight," you chuckle suggestively, taking the drink from Aegon's hand, slowly sipping at the contents. You can question a lot of things about Aegon. Pretty much everything about Aegon. But not his ability to make a strong drink.

"Let's sit. Catch up. We haven't spoken in quite some time. " You take Aegon by the hand and drag him to the sofa situated directly across from Aemond and Floris before Aegon has any chance to object.

"Right! OK then!" Aegon plops down on the sofa, his drink sloshing over the sides of his cup.

You slowly lower yourself down beside him, careful to make sure your dress rides up your thigh just enough so that the thickest part of your thigh is exposed to both Aegon and Aemond's lecherous glares.

"So Aegon," you place your hand on his thigh, gently running your hand up and down in a soothing motion. "How have you been?"

Aegon doesn't even respond before you feel the burn of Aemond's steely eye burrowing into the side of your face.

Aegon looks down at your hand on his thigh briefly before a lazy smile spreads across his face. "Good, grand actually," he answers as he scoots closer to you.

This is going to be easier than you thought. You could always count on Aegon and his never-quenched thirst for physical affection.

When Aegon lowers his voice to a seductive growl as he explains what he has been up to since the last time you spoke, you tune him out.

Your main concern was your body movements, now that you know Aemond's eye is on you. He is a complex man yet, still just a man.

You cross one leg over the other, your short dress riding up just a tad bit higher. You work hard to conceal the grin that fights to spread across your face as you can hear Aemond across from you uncomfortably shifting in his seat.

"Hmmm," you feign interest as Aegon goes on about passing all of his classes at uni this semester. Something he is most proud of given the unlikelihood of such a feat.

You pluck one of the cherries floating around your drink and slide it slowly past your lips and suck on it. You have yet to spare Aemond a single glance but are fully aware that his eye hasn't left you since you sat down.

"You ummm really like that cherry?" Aegon asks with a mixture of amusement and lust.

"I do," you answer, your voice soft and slow.

"Are you gonna ummm... eat it? Or just uhhh suck on it?" Aegon shifts even closer with this question, leaving almost no space between you.

"It's so sweet.... and a bit tart.... I want to enjoy it fully before I toss it away" You pull the cherry part way from your mouth, circling the small fruit with your tongue before biting through it with your front teeth, the juices dripping down your lip to your chin.

"Fuuuuck," Aegon whispers, his eyes trained on the trail of cherry juice as it reaches your chin.

"Whoops" You collect the juice around your mouth with your fingertip before popping it in your mouth and sucking the juice off.

You can hear Floris babbling about something and find joy in the fact that Aemond has seemed to have stopped responding to her.

Aegon brings his hand to your thigh, squeezing at the flesh there.

"Wanna go outside? Smoke a fag? Just... you and me?"

You go to respond but are cut off by Aemond, who is suddenly choking on his drink loudly.

You finally look over at him, his purple eye a ring of fire. There's all that rage, all that anger, what had driven you away seemed so pretty now.

"Are you alright?" You ask with a tone that's smooth like butter.

Aegon laughs loudly. "Seems my brother has chosen a drink that is too strong for him. This is something he does often. Here Aemond, give me your drink. " Aegon holds his hand out to Aemond. "I will drink it; I am typically able to handle the things thar are too tough for you." Aegon's eyes flit to you on his last word, and you smile at him.

"Is that so? That's a good thing to know." You stand up slowly, placing your nearly empty cup down on the coffee table. "I'm going to run to the rest room and then I'll meet you outside for that fag."

"Smashing" Aegon rises from his seat as you turn your back and walk off toward the restroom, each step calculated to make sure you sway your hips just the way you know Aemond likes it.

When you're done in the bathroom, you open the door to make your way outside, but instead of the empty hallway you expected, Aemond is leaning in the doorway. His shoulder pressed against the wood frame, his blonde bangs covering his bad eye.

"Having a laugh, are ya?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"A laugh?" You feign complete ignorance. "Sure, I've had a laugh or two. It's been a lovely evening. " You flash him a sweet smile and then move to the side, attempting to walk around him.

"A lovely evening?" He places his hand on your chest, pushing you backward into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"A lovely evening of flirting with my whore of a brother?" His voice is calm, not at all in sync with the tension of his shoulders as he towers over you.

"Well, that is an unkind thing to say. I was merely catching up with a friend." You push his arm from your chest, a movement with which he does not fight. "Who is currently waiting on me outside, so if you don't mind ..."

You again move to walk around him.

"I do, in fact, mind. Do you think this is a game? To tease me all night while using my idiot brother as a pawn?" He snarls, bringing his hands to your waist, his digits clenching around you.

"I have not teased you," you smirk at him. "If you would like me to tease you.  ..." You stand on your tippy toes, bringing your lips to the shell of his ear. "I can certainly do that."

You watch with fascination as his skin prickles and his grip around your waist tightens. "Do not"

You smile knowing you have him now, that cold stoic man that is Aemond Targaryen is putty in your hands, and it hardly took any work at all.

You bring your lips to the softness of his neck, just close enough so that your warm breath skates across his skin. "Do not? Oh, Aemond, you sound so serious when you say it like that."

His breath hitches as you chuckle, your hands sliding under his shirt, your fingertips dancing across his toned stomach.

"You're playing a dangerous game, love," he hisses, his grip on your sides growing tighter, creating a pleasant ache.

"My favorite type of game." You run the tip of your nose up the side of his neck while your hands find purchase on the buttons of his expensive button-down shirt.

"Did I make you angry, my darling?" You ask, a teasing lilt to your tone as you slowly pop out button after button.

A sound comes from his chest, a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, a sound that is completely Aemond. "And why should I be angry? Hmm?"

As you pop out the final button on his shirt, his hand slides into the base of your hair, gripping tight and pulling your head back. "A whore will do as a whore will do, there is nothing to be gained by being angry about it."

"A whore? Is that how you think of me now? A few simple months is all it took for your blood to turn to bile in my presence as well?"

You don't fight his grip. In fact, you crave it. He pushes you up against the sink vanity, lifting you up by your thigh, his other hand never leaving your hair.

"You left me, you betrayed me, like they all do," he nips along your jawline while grinding his hardness up against your heat.

"I left. I did not betray" you argue between pants. The friction of Aemond's movements against your heat, building a pressure in your lower stomach, a fire that gets slightly bigger with each rut.

"Same thing," he reaches under your dress, running his fingers over the damp cloth that is the only thing keeping his fingers from your heated flesh. "You don't want me, but you melt in my hands, like a dirty little whore."

A smile crosses your face, and you close your eyes as he slips his fingers underneath the flimsy cloth of your thong. Circling your nub with quick aggressive strokes.

"So quiet now? Where is that girl I know with the big mouth, hmm?"

You moan loudly as he slips two fingers into your slick entrance.

"Ahhh, there she is," Aemond begins rutting his fingers into you at a quick and brutal pace.

You try to lower your head back down. The need to feel his lips on yours feels like a burning ache.

"Oh no. You don't get to kiss me. No." He brings his thumb to your engorged clit while his fingers continue their relentless pace.

"Whores don't kiss me. They cum on my fingers, when I say so." He growls as he nibbles down the side of your throat, his hand not slowing its pace.

The heat that has been building in your stomach becomes all consuming, your legs involuntarily stretch further apart, and your mouth hangs open wide. "Aemond, Aemond," you pant, each stroke of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to that blissful edge.

"Begging for me again, what a beautiful sound. Cum for me little slut. Cum for me now." He nips on your ear and pushes his thumb down on your clit while continuing to rub his small, rough circles.

Your eyes remain on the bathroom ceiling as the mix of pleasure, heat, and even a little pain continue to rise rapidly with each of Aemond's movements.

"That's fuck... that's it" you dig your fingernails into the skin of his back as you are hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure, numbness temporarily traveling from your toes and up your legs as if the only feeling your body was capable of registering at this time was this feeling.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean, his one eye watching you intently as you finish riding out your high.

Without a word, he begins to button his shirt back up.

"So that's it then?" You ask frustrated at his cool and cold demeanor.

"Well, Floris is back on the sofa waiting for me and Aegon is waiting on you for that fag which...." he looks you up and down, a smug smile creeping onto his face " I assume you really do need now...."

The feeling of pleasure that had been swirling around your body is instantly replaced with a red-hot rage. "So, you return to Floris, and I return to Aegon?" You hop down from the vanity hastily fixing your clothes and patting down your hair.

You push past him, wrenching the bathroom door open to see Aegon in the hallway.

"Oh, sod off!" Aegon huffs in annoyance. "I knew you were using me to make him jealous. I just hoped he wouldn't go all Aemond on you before I actually got something out of it." He starts to stumble back down the hallway.

"Aegon, wait!" You begin to chase after him when Aemond grips your shoulder.

"Looks like your plans have fallen through."

You quickly shift out of his grasp. "Easy enough to make new plans."

"Go outside. Have your fag and I'll be there in 10 minutes" he says calmly walking past you back toward the living room.

"What?" You call out to his retreating form.

"I have to at least let Floris know I'm leaving. It's the polite thing to do after all."

"Leaving?" You ask incredulously.

Aemond sighs, turning back to look at you. "Yes, leaving. There is a heavier punishment you must suffer for your betrayal.... and I can't very well inflict that upon you in a fucking bathroom."

He turns away from you again, walking quickly. "Ten minutes, love. Give me ten minutes"

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[natures-lost-warden]

"Maybe those adults should know what it's like to be hurt." He mumbled under his breath before getting up and following after Silas "Hay, wait up, please."

It'd been some time since Tobi was afforded a trip like this. Uni took up so much of his time, raising his cousin took what little was left, leaving barely any for him.

On a rare weekend, he could pack up and go camping in the middle of fuck-off nowhere to do a bit of research on his own time.

Not many cared for his theory about rare plants that bloomed only in the moonlight. Only two bothered to feign interest and that was his cousin and his ex.

So there he was, sitting in the middle of nowhere and drawing strange plants by torchlight. And he couldn't imagine a better place to be.

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[bewitchingbaker]

"The cat's back again." { from modern!tben; I’m imagining a stray cat visiting the bakery }

"Hmm?" Chris peeks from the kitchen, gloved hands holding a fresh batch of bread for the day. Gingerly he places the pan on the counter to cool before he steps out to meet Ben. Slipping off his gloves and washing his hands. His eyes are slowly drawn to a black cat staring at another orange cat.

Tiny paws touch the glass separating them. Exchanging a few soft mews at the other.

"I think he's one of Dee's little friends," he laughs. "I was wondering what that extra noise was recently."

The baker looks around, checking to see if his aunts are around. He takes a moment to disapear into the pantry, grabbing two bowls and cans of Dee's favorite cat food. Once Chris walks back into the lobby, he opens the door for Dee's orange friend, letting them play together for a moment.

Chris thought it would be nice for his cat to have a little homie. Especially one that was a little more open than his dog, Quas. Dee brought in her fair share of customers with her cute meows so she was due for a little reward. His hands carefully open the cans of Fancy Feast for them, pouring out the chicken feast for the duo.

"You think you could take our orange friend in? I would but I got a lot going on with her and Quas. Maybe we can find him a shelter."

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