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saintsir4n · 9 months ago
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COZY
“Sweetheart?” Klaus frown morphed into a smile when Adrienne jogged over to where he sat comfortably on the couch. She crawled onto his lap and let out a little laugh when he raised his brow in amusement. He waited until she was comfortable before asking, “Are you okay?”
“Just wanted to be close to you,” she mumbled, sighing when she rested her head on his shoulder.
His arms wrapped around her waist and lips pressed against her neck. Klaus tugged her closer and breathed her in.
“Comfortable, my love?”
She hummed, “Very.”
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saintsir4n · 10 months ago
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Girl thank you so much!!!
I was scared by the first sentence for a second 💀💀💀 but honestly, I love that people enjoy my Klaus fic, I was sick and tired of reading the same story, and the same canon plot where if the OC is a wolf it’s a Klayley fic or if the girl is a Forbes, it’s a Kl*roline fic. Finding a Klaus Mikeaslon fanfic with a main POC OC that is completed is a struggle right? Initially, when I started reading his stories I settled for the same FCs like Nina Dobrev, Victoria Justice, Lily Collins and Adelaide Kane because they are brunettes and thought I needed something I could somewhat relate to the OC and I settled on hair colour. We were in the trenches honestly!
It was hard choosing the time period I wanted to have my story set in and considering there was a lot of lore and context for New Orleans in the 1900s I was thrilled and picked that time. It was kinda hard to pick a face claim at the time because I wanted Adrienne to be like me, A DARK-SKIN BLACK WOMAN, and finding ways to incorporate both the positives and negatives of our experience whilst being in this extremely offensive fictional world was a challenge that I was happy to take on for my benefit as well as yours.
And you’re so right when writing a POC in TVDU, some people fall into writing Bonnie 2.0’s.
Ya know what @saintsir4n ?
You have some nerve writing that amazing Klaus fanfiction [which btw called A DARK TWISTED FANSTASY ✨️] had me all invested and shit.
And now that I'm done reading it, I feel empty... and I have to find more Klaus fanfiction
That's a big ass struggle all on its own, having to first even find a good Klaus fanfiction. Every time I look up TVD, I keep seeing that grinch grinning bourbon drinking incel whiney bitch having bastard EVERYWHERE and if not him then Kai (and don't even get me fucking started with him 🙄)
And having a POC MC is ultra rare... it's either S*lena G*mez, H*lland R*den, Barbara Palvin or ironically another bubbly blonde woman (that they can slide into all the vomit inducing Kl*roline scenes) always being front and center. So when I not only saw a good written Klaus fanfiction but with a POC MC, I wanted to jump for fucking joy.
And ANOTHER THING writing POC with culture... DON'T BE A JULIE WITH YOUR WRITING PPL!!! (obvious example to what I mean by that: BONNIE BENNETT).
i honestly don't think i have anything else to say so... yea
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fandom · 2 months ago
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Video Games Fictional Characters
Honestly? We brought this list back out of our own need to know whether Astarion or Gale would come out on top.
Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3
Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog
Simon "Ghost" Riley | the Call of Duty franchise
Shadow the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog
Gale Dekarios | Baldur's Gate 3
Shadowheart | Baldur's Gate 3
John "Soap" MacTavish | the Call of Duty franchise
Karlach Cliffgate | Baldur's Gate 3
Lae'zel | Baldur's Gate 3
Lamb | Cult of the Lamb
Narinder | Cult of the Lamb
Wyll Ravengard | Baldur's Gate 3
Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney
Sans | Undertale
Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney
Halsin | Baldur's Gate 3
William Afton | Five Nights at Freddy's
Link | The Legend of Zelda
Tav | Baldur's Gate 3
John Price | the Call of Duty franchise
Kim Kitsuragi | Disco Elysium
Harrier "Harry" Du Bois | Disco Elysium
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick | the Call of Duty franchise
Daycare Attendant | Five Nights at Freddy's
Mario | Super Mario Bros.
Aventurine | Honkai: Star Rail
Malleus Draconia | Twisted Wonderland
Belphegor | Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Kirby | Kirby
Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil
Papyrus | Undertale
Amy Rose | Sonic the Hedgehog
Sundrop | Five Nights at Freddy's
Medic | Team Fortress 2
Springtrap | Five Nights at Freddy's
Siffrin | In Stars and Time
Moondrop | Five Nights at Freddy's
Michael Afton | Five Nights at Freddy's
Dr. Ratio | Honkai: Star Rail
Scout | Team Fortress 2
Kris Dreemurr | Deltarune
Boothill | Honkai: Star Rail
DogDay | Poppy Playtime
Neuvillette | Genshin Impact
Akechi Goro | Persona 5
Frisk | Undertale
Enver Gortash | Baldur's Gate 3
Gabriel | ULTRAKILL
Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption 2
Kurusu Akira | Persona 5
Sniper | Team Fortress 2
Spy | Team Fortress 2
CatNap | Poppy Playtime
Rouge the Bat | Sonic the Hedgehog
Minthara | Baldur's Gate 3
Princess Zelda | The Legend of Zelda
Furina | Genshin Impact
Azul Ashengrotto | Twisted Wonderland
Leona Kingscholar | Twisted Wonderland
Yuu | Twisted Wonderland
Knuckles the Echidna | Sonic the Hedgehog
Scaramouche | Genshin Impact
Ignis | Final Fantasy XV
Kaveh | Genshin Impact
Flowey | Undertale
Spamton | Deltarune
The Dark Urge | Baldur's Gate 3
Lilia Vanrouge | Twisted Wonderland
Heavy | Team Fortress 2
Alhaitham | Genshin Impact
Wriothesley | Genshin Impact
Jamil Viper | Twisted Wonderland
Idia Shroud | Twisted Wonderland
Jade Leech | Twisted Wonderland
Floyd Leech | Twisted Wonderland
Pearl Houzuki | Splatoon
Marina Ida | Splatoon
Luigi | Super Mario Bros.
Noelle Holiday | Deltarune
Maya Fey | Ace Attorney
Chara | Undertale
Soldier | Team Fortress 2
Vil Schoenheit | Twisted Wonderland
Lucifer | Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Leshy | Cult of the Lamb
Mammon | Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Melinoë | Hades II
Silver the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog
Tails the Fox | Sonic the Hedgehog
Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII
Sylus | Love and Deepspace
Goat | Cult of the Lamb
Sebek Zigvolt | Twisted Wonderland
Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII
Ace Trappola | Twisted Wonderland
Zagreus | Hades
Klavier Gavin | Ace Attorney
Maria Robotnik | Sonic the Hedgehog
Metal Sonic | Sonic the Hedgehog
Riddle Rosehearts | Twisted Wonderland
Tada! This is a returning list!
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hapan-in-exile · 6 months ago
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It's alright to just admit that I'm the fantasy
A Mandalorian One Shot
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Yeah, I know your little secret...
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Reader: You are a courtesan at the Dark Garden, Coruscant’s most prestigious pleasure house. Owned by the crimelord Boss Set’ki and operated by his lieutenant Mistress Anassa, when business meets pleasure, you’re expected to entertain soldiers on the payroll. But there’s one—a Mandalorian you’ve come to know and respect—who’s never taken advantage of your services. Until one day, he asked, What if next time I said yes?   
Word Count: ~9K
Pairing: dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader
Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI, 18+ only.
Warnings: Roleplay, bondage, blindfold, fingering, oral sex (m+f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, choking, biting, protected anal, unprotected piv, rough sex, edging (him), explicit consent, aftercare.
If the above looks super intense, please know I wrote a soft(er) dom Mando—no extreme degradation. Lots of checking in! Lots of praise!
A/N: This is a one-shot set in the same universe as my ongoing Mandalorian fanfic series. It has no bearing on the series plot.
No description of skin, hair, or eye color; no description of age or body shape.
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Tales from the Dark Garden
“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says disinterestedly, sliding the pile of neatly stacked credits into his waiting palm. “Please extend my gratitude to Boss Set’ki for his generous and timely payment.”
You watch him tuck the metallic ingots into one of the leather pouches sewn to his belt—right between the buckle and a string of explosive charges. There’s a dull thunk when the butt of his rifle knocks against the table’s edge as he turns to leave. 
It's quite the arsenal. The bounty hunter certainly cast an imposing figure. 
It’s a miracle those shoulders made it through the hatch.  
You’d heard rumors from the other girls at Dark Garden about the fearsome Mandalorian who visited Mistress Anassa. This just happened to be one of those delightful twists gifted by the universe, where the real thing exceeds expectations. He was terrifying. And sexy as hell.
That first moment when you’d opened the door to see him standing there in full plate Beskar was a shock to the senses that would have reduced a younger you into a stream of inane babbling. 
Good thing you had a lot of practice controlling your expression—the demands of professional decorum, after all. It would ruin your Mistress’s reputation if you started drooling over the customers.
The armor suited him. It accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, the strength in his forearms, and his powerfully muscular thighs. The belt slung low around his tapered waist, and the quilted canvas hinted at the taut abdominals concealed beneath.
All the adrenaline that surged through your body at the sight of his weaponry had  immediately transformed into excitement, raw and primal. 
This man made you feel…
Sweet gods, divine and merciful.
“Of course,” you smile, leaning forward to place your elbows over the polished tabletop so that your breasts rise enticingly. Lacing your fingers together, you gently rest your chin atop your knuckles. “I will happily deliver your compliments to my master.”
The Beskar gleamed in the candlelight despite an ashy layer of soot. From the state of him, he might have come straight from the lower levels where he’d tracked his quarry. Your eyes linger over the blood splattered across his helmet, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. What sort of violence had this man committed mere hours ago?
Arousal surges within you, fear and wanting intertwined. 
The gore and grime are a stark contrast to the lush surroundings. Draped in silk tapestries, with thick woolen rugs and brocade pillows, your shuttle interior was designed to be a sanctuary from the vulgar world outside. 
But you suspect the Mandalorian wrapped brutality around him as tightly as the cloak hanging from his neck. It would take a woman of considerable charm to remove either.  
Which is why Anassa chose you.      
“It is my honor to serve, Master Set’ki,” you reply, rising artfully from your chair and gesturing toward the lounge where you’ve laid out a modest tea service. “And my duty to please.”
The Mandalorian pauses midstep on his way to the door.
“Excuse me?” he asks, curiosity peaked.
Shrugging out of your robe, the silken fabric pools at your feet. You kneel onto the plush carpet before pulling back, sitting on your heels, and reaching for the enameled pot. “My master thought you would enjoy the companionship. A chance to indulge in softer luxuries before you return to the Outer Rim.” 
The Mandalorian’s helmet gives away nothing, but you can feel his eyes tracing over you.
Looking up at him through dark lashes, you explain, “The use of this ship—and myself—are yours for the night.” 
Despite the layers of cloth and metal, when he folds his arms across his chest, you see the muscles in his back ripple. He looked powerfully, almost aggressively masculine. Like someone who took what he wanted. 
And right now, he’s imagining taking you. 
The fear is still there, but by now, it had sharpened to anticipation so intense that it ached. 
“That won’t be necessary,” he says firmly. Yet, his words did not match his actions. Instead of continuing on his path toward the door, he turns to face you, uncrossing his arms to hold them at his sides.  
Is he simply nervous? Sometimes, warriors hardened on the battlefield liked to yield dominance in the bedroom. Maybe you should try throwing him against a wall and climbing him like a tree. 
No. If submission were his preference, Anassa would have chosen someone else—Katlin with her barbed whips or Bat’ya with her cruel tongue. 
You need to coax him without pushing. The subtle art of persuasion. 
Let’s start with coy seduction. 
Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you toss your hair just so, sending shimmering waves down your back. You twist gracefully at the waist until your bodice gapes, revealing the contours of your body.  
“Think of it as a reward,” your voice is supple as the velvet cushions surrounding you on the floor. “Someone to take care of you. My only desire is your comfort and pleasure.”
With that, you pour the tea and walk over to him, proferring a cup.
“That is indeed generous,” the Mandalorian cocks his head. “But I usually find more comfort in solitude.”
Yet, again, he makes no attempt to leave, accepting the cup from your hand graciously. Worn leather caresses your skin as your fingers brush against each other, reaching around the warm porcelain. The jaw of his helmet lifts, and you catch a glimpse of bronze skin and coarse black hair while he raises the cup to his lips.
Surprisingly full lips.
What did he mean by offering resistance? Was this a challenge? Some test of your professional acumen?  
A skilled courtesan is, above all else, a student of human nature and hidden desires. She must know what her clients want before they speak the words. Before they know it themselves. This Mandalorian wanted to be…tempted. 
Timidity would yield nothing. 
You arch an eyebrow, “I have never known a man who preferred solitude to my company.” Then, you stare directly into the jet-black surface of his helmet’s visor. Meeting his gaze, you place a delicate hand over his chest plate and fill your voice with honey, “Let tonight be a rare exception to the usual.” 
The Beskar feels cool against your palm and the pads of your fingertips. You hadn’t realized how flushed you’d become with your heart beating this fast. The insistent yearning between your thighs matches each pulse coursing through your veins.
“I am here to satisfy your needs. Whatever the Mandalorian desires is his for the taking.” 
While the bounty hunter remains stubbornly silent, you can hear his breathing grow shallow through the modulator.
Having made your supplication, you draw back. “If it is tranquility the Mandalorian desires, perhaps I could play the valachord or sing for him?” 
“Sing?” he huffs, sounding amused. It’s funny, hearing the smirk on his lips.
Well, at least he’s not completely immune to your charm. 
“Pleasure takes many forms,” you say, flashing him a demure smile. “As such, we courtesans are skilled in many arts. I’ve been told my voice is exceedingly lovely. And I know all the Twelve Ballads of Kiergaard.”
You shift onto the edge of a thick cushion to pour yourself some tea. When you raise the cup to your lips, the look of elegant femininity slips—just for a moment, so he can see the earnest hunger filling your gaze. You fix him with your most smoldering stare, “Though I can certainly think of other ways to please you with my mouth.”
The tea tastes bitter on your tongue, but you hardly notice, waiting for his reaction.
The Mandalorian says nothing as he pulls the rifle over his head, settling it against the door frame. He walks over in a slow saunter that makes his hips dip and sway. Slowly, he extends his hand to take your face in his leather fingers, lifting up your chin. 
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
Your breath catches in your throat. A wave of arousal courses through your body, emanating from your clenching belly until it ripples over every surface of your skin, pinching your nipples.
“If the Mandalorian—” but he cuts off whatever beguiling line you intended. 
“I thought this was about what I wanted?” he demands.
Suddenly, you’re too flustered to speak, confused by the sudden shift in dynamic. All his polite reticence had been an act. He was done testing you. He wanted to assert dominance. 
In answer, you lower your gaze.
“That’s right,” he says cooly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re remembering what you’re for.” The Mandalorian takes the cup from your hands and tosses it aside. “There’s no more need to talk. Don’t open your mouth unless I tell you.” 
Then he reaches down to his belt and unbuckles it. 
And to think you worried he’d be too self-conscious for roleplay. This is going to be so good.
“You’re here to give me whatever I want?” he asks, his tone gruff and intimidating.
You don’t look up, just nod.
He laughs, “I’m glad we understand each other.” 
With your gaze locked on the floor, you watch the tread of his boots make their way to a lacquer armchair in the corner of the room. His knees splay wide as he leans back in his seat. “Answer my question.”
“Whatever the Mandalorian desires, I will give him.”
“Because tonight, your body is for me.”
It’s not a question, but you find yourself nodding in confirmation. 
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
You answer truthfully. “That you’re a dangerous man, and I should do my best to please you.”
“Smart girl,” he says in a rough whisper. “But don’t worry, I have no intention of harming you. I’m going to make you come. Then you’ll sing for me, senaar'ika.”
Senaar'ika. Little bird. 
Your whole body flushes with heat.
“What do you know about Mandalorian customs?” 
When you hesitate, he adds, “You can answer me.”
“I know that it’s a sacrilege to look upon your face. That to touch your helmet, even by accident, is to forfeit my life.”
“Then you’ll understand why I need to tie you down.”
At that, your head snaps up to look at him.
“Or tie you up. I haven’t decided yet.” 
Part of you is terrified by the thought of being captive to this man for hours, splayed wide and helpless. The other part of you wishes he’d do it this second. 
“You can undress while I make up my mind.”
Obeying his command, you stand and reach behind you for the lacings of your bodice.
This, at least, is an art in which you can make your mistress proud. The trick is to envision it’s a private ritual, something deeply intimate. That you always loosen the silken knots this slowly. That each row of the lacings must be pulled free, one—by—one. 
You lift your elbows so that he glimpses the soft curves of your breasts as you move. Slip your right arm from its fitted sleeve, then the left, until you’re certain the dress will fall, cascading over your body like waves caressing the shore. 
Only then do you turn, rolling your hips and then your shoulders, displaying your nakedness, before you finally look over to where he’s sitting, as though you’d forgotten anyone was watching. 
At some point during your performance, the Mandalorian had leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, his hands clasped together in wrapt attention. 
“That was beautifully done,” he murmurs. “You may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Your heart swells, hearing his admiration—perhaps because it sounds so genuine. Suddenly, all you can think about is how best to please him, the things you’ll do with your lips and fingers.
“I understand the Hapan courtesans from Dark Garden are the most expensive, the most prized companions in all of Coruscant.” The hunter’s voice sinks into a low, husky rasp as he says, “But tonight, I’m not interested in your talents, though I’m sure you have many. This is about what I want to do to you. Tonight, you belong to me.” 
It’s just as well he demanded your silence because you can’t speak. 
You know he can see you breathing, shallow and fast, from the rise and fall of your breasts. See your pulse thundering against your throat. He’s feeding off your fear, you realize. That’s why he keeps trying to catch you off guard like this. The Mandalorian wanted to shatter your artful calm and see something raw and real in your eyes. 
You know you should be afraid—and you are—but you’ve never been more turned on.
So when he gets up from his seat to approach you, you don’t bother hiding the way your whole body trembles in trepidation.
The Mandalorian crouches to pick up the belt from your discarded robe.
“Give me your hands.” 
He uses the fabric to tie your wrists together, wrapping the belt around and between them in a complicated knot. Then, his strong hands pull you under one of the lanterns suspended from the ceiling. 
Cupping it in his palm, he lifts the glowing orb from its hook to set it down beside the abandoned tea service. The cabin grows dim, like he’s wrapped you in shadows.
That’s when you realize what’s about to happen. Unspooling the cable from his whipcord, he loops it through the empty hook. He’s going to suspend you from the ceiling by your wrists. 
The breath coming from your nostrils is so fast now that it’s the only thing you can hear in the close, quiet cabin of your shuttle. But you say nothing. You can’t protest; you can only submit. 
After securing your bound wrists to the cord, he inspects the knots. 
“Not too tight?”
You release a deep breath and shake your head no. 
“You remember the signal?” Mando asks with concern, breaking from the fantasy entirely. 
“Yes,” you smile up at him with more confidence than you really feel—trying to ignore the insistent throbbing between your legs. 
“You can stop me at any time.”
“I know.”
“Alright,” he says before his voice drops into a rough whisper. “You’re giving me total control. Anything I want is mine.”  
Fuck, just hearing him say that makes you ache with need. That same trembling emanates from inside you, fear and arousal, two halves of the same coin. You don’t know precisely what the bounty hunter plans to do to you—and the suspense just makes the fantasy feel more real. 
Within seconds, you’ll be tied up, defenseless against him and his desires. The only way to stop him is to say the safe word, and you already know you won’t. You want it too much. 
You’ve spent months building up to this—years, really. It’s my choice, you’d told him. It’s different when it’s my choice. 
“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly.
Then he pulls down on the whipcord, and your arms lift above your head. 
For one panicked moment, you think he’s going to haul you entirely off the ground, but your feet remain on the floor, bearing your weight. You remind yourself that this is his domain. He knows how to bind, what the body can withstand. 
And for now, the tension feels manageable. Slack enough so you don’t feel the strain in your joints; taut enough so you can grip the cord to steady yourself. 
Yet you remain utterly helpless, unable to turn your head or move without losing your balance.
He takes a few steps back, leather boots creaking, and you watch as the Mandalorian strips his gloves off before removing the Beskar from his arms and chest.​​​ The fabric underneath outlines every contour of his powerfully muscular body.
Though not as graceful as your tradecraft, he certainly knows how to build anticipation. Each time his hands grip, pull, and tug, your stomach clenches. 
Soon, you feel volatile, ready to explode, waiting for him to touch you. When he finally does—when you feel the tip of his calloused finger tracing over the length of your spine, it burns through you, down to your core, so hot your cheeks flush scarlet. 
“It’s a good thing we have all night,” he murmurs. “There’s a lot I want to do with you.”
As he circles, the view plate sweeps up and down your body as though inspecting some prize captured in a snare. All you can do is stand there on display, completely exposed, until he makes a satisfied sound, a hummm that vibrates through the modulator. The hunter, pleased to discover what he’s caught.
“I feel deeply honored to receive you as my reward,” the Mandalorian sounds eager, standing behind you, voice full of hunger. “Now spread your legs.”
The breath catches in your throat, hearing that tight ache—the same raw yearning to match your own. You want to obey. 
But there’s no give to the whipcord. The bindings on your wrist pull tighter the farther your feet draw apart. Though you can still balance, your shoulders start to burn from the stretch. Slowly, you rise onto tiptoes. But not fast enough—
Wrapping an arm around your waist, the Mandalorian lifts you from the floor. 
“Wider,” he commands, gripping you roughly by the knee to pry open your thighs with his other hand. You have to bite back a scream. By now, you’re so wound up that just the sensation—the air cool against your wet center, his powerful chest pressed against your back, his fingers digging into your skin makes you drunk with lust. 
“You’re so wet already, senaar'ika. It’s slicking down your thighs,” the Mandalorian groans, breath warm against the back of your neck. His hand gripping your knee slides upward between your legs, tracing toward the heat of your skin. “No wonder you were begging me to fuck you.”
His fingers part and probe—massaging in slow, firm circles that spiral until you’re panting. Every stroke sends pleasure pulsing through you, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering. 
“You like it when I use my hand?” he asks, voice maddeningly calm. Only the persistent throbbing against your hip, matching each beat of his heart, betrays his arousal. When you release a sigh in desperate delight, he says, “Maybe this is how I should start.”
And fuck, if Mando doesn’t knows exactly where to touch you—how much to bear down and how fast to go.
“Mmmph,” a moan of deep satisfaction escapes his lips as he thrusts two fingers inside you, sending a gush of wetness welling against his palm. He pushes them in and out, obviously relishing the obscene squelching sound.
Wait! When did he take off his helmet? 
No. No, this is forbidden. This is dangerous. 
You couldn’t move your head to look at him even if you wanted to, but your eyes shut tightly just the same. The fear of seeing his face, the dire consequences, amplify every panicked thought running through your mind, heightening every sensation—his fingers curling, his thumb pressing down over your clit.  
Your breaths come sharp and shallow now. All the blood in your body rushing between your legs. The stimulation is almost too much to bear, the excitement and panic roiling within you—the Mandalorian dipping his fingers inside, slipping them out to circle and stroke. Drawing a wet line between your cunt over and over.
Desire ripples through you in waves. Your body tightens, muscles clenching. Your bound hands keep straining in their futile urge to grab his wrist, your knees fighting against him to shut tight around his thrusting fingers. 
You’re close now. So close, you’re on the brink.
He kisses the back of your neck, “Don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.”
“Aaangh!” That’s when he presses harder, circles faster, and you come, “Haaa-aah!” 
Your orgasm crashes through you in a tidal wave that upends gravity. You cry out desperately with all the air left in your lungs—the relentless pounding of your heartbeat against your eardrums making you dizzy. 
“Haa-aah! Aaah!” 
Losing equilibrium, you sway, and the bindings pull painfully around your wrists. You’re at the limits of your flexibility, fighting to keep your balance before the Mandalorian’s muscular arm tightens around your waist, until he’s bearing enough of your weight to keep you upright.
“I’ve got you,” he says gently, pressing a tender kiss over your head. “Stand up. Come on. Legs spread. You know what I want.”
You shift on your heels, testing your unsteady knees. “I can’t—” but your words break off into a gasp when he clasps his hand around your throat, warm and sticky with your come.
“Shhhh,” he whispers against your temple. “I told you not to open your mouth unless I said so.”
His tone is soft, and he kisses you tenderly again through a tangle of damp hair, your forehead glistening with sweat. But his fingers grip tighter in warning. 
“Don’t speak unless you’re begging me for more.”
You nod once in understanding.
“Smart girl,” he says, and without the helmet on, you can hear the wry grin on his lips. “I’m glad we understand each other. It’s going to make everything so much easier. But just to be sure—”
His wide palm fans out from your waist, gliding down your body to slip over the curve of your buttocks. 
Then he brings it down in a sharp smack that echoes through the quiet cabin. Hearing that slap, feeling the sting on your skin, the burning heat that radiates from his handprint—shakes you from the hazy lust. 
It’s not enough to want to obey. 
“I’m going to take good care of you, senaar'ika. But you have to do as you’re told.”
While he’s playing a role, the pain is very real. Yet this fantasy is about your powerlessness. Whatever the Mandalorian wants to do to you, you have to take it. Yes, the pain is undeniable—but the adrenaline?—it sharpens the hunger.
When you finally regain your balance and tilt your pelvis forward at just the right angle, your ass brushes against his straining erection, and he groans, a low vibration you feel through his chest. Arousal arcs through you, and you gasp responsively. Even now, as your body tingles numbly in the aftermath of climax, your cunt still aches, longing to be full of him.
With his entire body sealed against you, you feel the firm pressure swelling against your ass. It throbs, heat radiating through the canvas flight suit. The coarse fabric is rough, rubbing over your slapped skin. 
“You feel that?” he whispers, grinding the entire length of his cock against you. “That’s what you’re going to take for me.”
Holy fuck, he’s huge. Thick, too. Your mind reels at the impossibility; can you really fit him inside you?
“You’re going to take it all,” the bounty hunter huffs, as if he’d heard your thoughts. “You’re going to come with my cock buried in your ass.”
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! 
It’s something you’ve talked about, something you said you wanted and prepared for, but….you’ve never had anyone this big up your ass before. He’s going to tear you apart. 
“Are you scared? Because trust me, I’m going to make you ready. You’re going to beg me for it. Then you’ll come so hard with my cock in your ass, nothing else will ever feel as good.”
The hormones that suddenly surge through your body make arousal indistinguishable from panic. You should be so afraid, and yet, you want this. Under the fear, you’re still full of need, urgent, and emphatic.
“After that, if you’re lucky, then I’ll fuck your mouth.”
Shit! Shit, that’s…you try to banish away the shame washing over you. He’s going to claim your body in every way imaginable, use you filthy—and it feels like you shouldn’t want this. But you do. 
“Don’t worry,”  he sighs, voice sounding softer now, gentle. “I’m not going to rush this. First, I want to explore your beautiful body.”
You feel the cold Beskar plates against the backs of your thighs and shiver.
His hands slide outward along your shoulder blades, curving down and around just enough for his fingers to lightly brush the sides of your breasts. Then, the Mandalorian’s arms circle you, reaching up to grasp them in both hands. Arousal rekindles as he kneads and squeezes, pressing them together tightly. Igniting as he tugs and pinches. 
And when your nipples are so tender you whine, “Mmmph!” he soothes them in his wide palms. 
“You—are—so—beautiful,” he moans, kissing the curve of your jaw. 
Behind you, his lips trail soft, open-mouth kisses down the back of your neck, between your shoulders, along your spine, and lower, until he drops to one knee. His hands trace over your ribcage, your sides, the indentation of your waist, and the flare of your hips. 
The pads of his fingertips are coarse but tender.
“Look at you. Legs spread. Open and wet for me. When I dream of you, this is what I’ll see.”  
Then he crouches between your knees to press lighter, softer kisses up the inside of your thighs, teasing you until you grow desperate with anticipation. “Haa!” you gasp, already panting. 
Spirals of arousal coil through you, so dizzying you have to grip the whipcord for balance. 
Soon, you’re lost to anything but the desire for him to taste you. That he’s risked so much by removing his helmet is the only thing keeping you from breaking position, regardless of the punishment. That’s how much you long to tilt your hips and rub yourself against his mouth. 
Don’t speak unless you’re begging me for more. Would he like it if you begged?
“Please,” you whimper, voice full of desperation. 
He groans in satisfaction before making one long sweep of his tongue, right through the very center of your urgent longing. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!”  
“I like hearing you beg.” Then his lips press firmly between your thighs, enfolding you in his warm, wet mouth.
Okay, wow, he’s good at this. He’s really, really good at this. 
The Mandalorian’s tongue searches for your clit, stroking and circling in a rhythm that drags you back to the brink almost instantly. But slowly, agonizingly slowly, to hold you at the edge of pleasure—like he could do this, keep you suspended there—forever.  
“Show me how much you want it,” he says, hot breath tickling against your delicate skin. 
If you could bury your fingers in his hair, you would. Instead, you shift all of your weight onto one leg, using what remains of your equilibrium to drape the other over his shoulder, feeling the rough stubble of his beard and the shell of his ear press against the inside of your thigh. 
Helping you balance, one strong hand grips you by the hipbone while the other slips over your knee before guiding his mouth between the sopping wet folds of your cunt. 
You tense every muscle, digging your heel into his sinewy back to try to keep him there. Right there! 
He rewards you by lapping faster—and then, when you cry out, speeding up even more. “Sing for me, senaar'ika.”
Every throb of pleasure ripples through your body from your nipples to your scalp, all the way down to your toes, until you can’t help yourself from rocking your hips, increasing the pressure just a little more. You feel each bob and turn of his head as he keeps at it, caressing you in spirals as a long, luscious wave of ecstasy swells inside you.
Mando’s fingers tighten around your thigh to hold you in place. He keeps going, maintaining his rhythm so that you can ride each cresting surge. It builds low, climbing and arcing higher, and when it finally overwhelms you, when you let go, and it rushes through you—you do sing. You cry out in one long wail that lasts the length and breadth of your climax.
Your body goes limp once the orgasm fades, and just like last time, the Mandalorian is the only source of strength to keep you upright. Hands clutching your hips, he pulls back to place a wet, sticky kiss low on your belly, then says, “We’re not done yet, little dove. Not nearly done yet.”
Gods in heaven, how much more of this can you take? You’d love nothing better than to sink to the floor in post-orgasmic bliss…but his cock is still in his pants. 
Too afraid to look down, you feel his body shifting between your knees and wonder, what next? Should you offer to reciprocate? Fuck, you want to. Right now, you want him in your mouth so badly that it’s all you can do not to beg for it. 
Your lips part, the words ready on your tongue—
When suddenly, he lifts you by the back of your thighs, settling you on top of his shoulders. You barely have time to gasp, to grip the braided cable between your hands—to think—before he buries his face between your thighs again.
“Oh, gods!” you gasp. “Oh, haah…!”
The tension in the whipcord keeps you from falling backward, but you feel precariously weightless sitting on his shoulders. Reeling, overstimulated from your last orgasm, you instinctively try to writhe away from the press of his wet tongue, his hot mouth, the coarse hair of his beard, and nearly lose your balance. 
Mando steadies you, wrapping his arms around your lower back, ass braced against his thick biceps as he works, tongue parting the soft creases of your cunt to find your sore, throbbing clit. 
This time, he holds nothing back, laving and shaking his head until your vision starts to blur; the pleasure is so intense it’s blinding. 
Oh shit! Merciful gods, this might break you. It’s too much. Too much. But you can’t move. Caged in his arms, you have to take what he gives. It feels so good. 
You don’t think it can get any better until he starts to suck. After that, you can’t think about anything anymore. Your mind is just blank. Static. White noise.
Fuck! You’re at the brink again—so fucking close—your heartbeat is thundering against your ribs. The muscles of your inner thighs lock, clenching around his jaw. Your body is poised right there. Right there! That exhilarating moment before—
And at that's when the Mandalorian slips a finger, slick with your come, inside your ass. 
The sensation kindles alarm, and your entire body tenses in response. All your instincts awaken in primal fear to remind you just how vulnerable you are.
Okay! It's okay! Just relax. 
In answer, his other hand begins sweeping up and down your thigh, caressing and soothing the tension away. 
That’s right. You have to relax. He’s doing this for you, to make you ready. Right now, your pleasure is the only thing that matters. Focus on his tongue circling your clit, his finger gently caressing millions of tiny nerve endings. 
But he slides up so seamlessly, so deep inside you, the pressure pools in your abdomen, and you gasp, “Oh, gods!” again.
Don’t resist the sensation—yield to it. Work with it. Take what you need.
Pulling on the whipcord for leverage, you thrust your hips against his mouth. He groans in encouragement, responding by sucking harder, licking faster—and then, spearing his tongue inside you.
Okay, yes. Yes! Gods, yes! You have never come so soon after your last orgasm, but he’s going to get you there.
That’s when he adds a second finger. 
You feel it stretch you, but your body doesn’t resist this time. And when he starts working them back and forth in rhythm with the thrusting of his tongue, it starts to feel so good. So good.
Each rut of his tongue and stroke of his fingers sends heat coursing through you, so flushed now that your skin seems to be on fire. Your hair clings to your sweaty cheeks. But nothing is as hot as his breath between your thighs. 
So you move faster, rubbing yourself against the raw stubble of his chin, the tip of his nose, drowning him in your cunt. All the while, he increases the pressure of his fingers just a little more, massaging inside you. 
You start to shake, the muscles in your legs trembling, as the Mandalorian twists his hand, rolls his wrist, and you feel the brush of his knuckles against the tender skin of your asshole. 
Then, he sucks your clit between his teeth, and you come in a burst of ecstasy so sharp it makes you scream. There’s a second when your vision goes entirely white—like staring into a bright sun—and your heart thumps so hard you hear the blood rushing in your ears.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against your stomach.
His fingers gently slip out of you so he can grasp you by the ribcage with both hands, bracing you as you shudder through the ricocheting aftermath of your orgasm. 
“You taste like heaven.” 
He would know. His face, his hands, his neck, and shoulders are all covered in your come.  
“I told you I’d take care of you,” Mando’s broad hands stroke the length of your back, and the sound of his voice melts away any lingering doubts. He knows when to be gentle and when to be rough. You can trust him with this. 
When the bounty hunter ducks his head out from between your thighs, you think you’ll have to stand up again, get back into position. And you know you’ll be punished—but you can’t. You’re shaking too much for that. 
It doesn’t matter. Your feet never touch the floor. Bending you at the waist, he slings you over one broad, muscular shoulder, so that you dangle limp and dizzy, upside down as he steps into a lunge to lift you both off the ground. Tearing your wrists free from the whipcord at last, your arms fall numbly behind him, blood rushing back into your digits.
Draped over his shoulder like a hunter’s prize, he strides across the cabin toward the bed. 
Perhaps you’re delirious—you must be after three orgasms. Or maybe it’s because your fingers are so desperate to find new life. But when you look up (or is it down?) to see his perfectly sculpted ass outlined in dark gray canvas about a foot from your face…weak as you are, you can’t stop yourself from reaching for it. Your hand stretches lower until you feel its firm contours press satisfyingly against your palm. And gods help you, but you squeeze. Hard.
The Mandalorian chuckles, a deep booming laugh that has your knees jostling against his chest. You’re breaking from the submissive fantasy, but maybe he won’t—
“I knew you wanted it,” he laughs, voice full of triumph as—fingers splayed wide, he slaps his hand down over your ass cheek—the exact same spot as last time—so hard the sting brings tears to your eyes. 
Fuck! Your jaw drops. The pain sharpens all of your senses, bringing everything into focus. Your thighs squeeze together, cunt clenching against the sensation. Fuck that stings. Right. He’s back in the role. Time to be rough.
“You’ve wanted my cock inside you since the moment I stepped through that door. Haven’t you?” 
When he tosses you onto the bed, you fall onto the mattress, flat on your belly. But before you can get to your hands beneath you, he presses a knee down between your shoulder blades to keep you from moving. 
“You want to beg me some more, senaar'ika?”
The silk belt of your robe slips over your eyes, and he lashes it tightly behind your head. 
“Tell me!” he demands, like he’s making you confess to something. 
“Yes,” you whisper into the sheets, words muffled by the bedding. 
“Yes, what?”
“I want your cock.”
“Where?” he asks, and the sound of him tugging down his zipper fills your ears.
“In—inside me,” you gulp. “I want your cock inside me.”   
You hear him tearing open the condom wrapper, “That’s right. Beg me to fuck you.” 
“Please—”
Then he’s on top of you, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your face, his knee lifting from your back to part your thighs, his massive weight pinning you underneath him. 
Reaching between your naked bodies, he wraps a hand around the base of his shaft to rub the swollen head of his cock along the cleft of your ass, back and forth, slicking the entrance before he pushes inside you.
You cry out in shock. 
So does he.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, that’s so tight! Haa, haa!”
Leaning forward, he places a soft kiss atop your head, pausing with just the first few inches of him inside, letting your body stretch to fit him. 
“You okay?” he whispers quietly against your cheek, his face damp with sweat. 
When you nod, he begins tracing his tongue over your earlobe, kissing your jaw and the corner of your mouth. His beard is still drenched with your come.
“This feels amazing,” his breath is hot in your ear. “Just this. You're gripping me so tight.”
You’re tempted to stop here, to say the safe word. And you trust Mando to stop; you know he would. That’s why he’s reminding you. And this does feel amazing, his body enfolding you, the rub of his bare skin over yours, the feeling of every firm muscle pressing into your soft curves—the pressure inside you. 
But you want this. You want all of him.
“More,” you moan.
The aching burn is so intense as his enormous cock plunges deeper inside you—slowly, but without ceasing. “Oh fuck!” he gasps. “Fuuuuck, that feels so good. Almost, ha-aah…almost. It’s almost in.”
The burn as he opens you—the way the entire universe narrows to this bodily sensation, until you perceive nothing but its fantastic pressure—only anal sex does this for you. But its so hard to trust someone to be careful, to make you feel safe in spite of being so vulnerable and powerless. Mando does that. 
“I’m going to start, haah…I’m going to start moving, okay?” he says, panting from arousal and restraint.
Adjusting his weight onto his elbows, he rolls his hips gently, strokes building. There’s so much lubricant on the condom; each shallow thrust is frictionless, but you’re still trembling like one of the strings of your valachord. 
“Haah, you feel so good. So—nnngh—so fucking good!” Threading his fingers through your hair, his forehead drops against your neck, and the heat from each ragged breath spills over your shoulders. “Anngh!”
Then he starts fucking you in earnest. He pushes deeper now, pulling out further to feel the grip of your asshole squeeze up and down the length of his shaft. Already, you feel arousal peaking within you with each long, slow stroke. 
Mando’s width and length stretches you, makes you burn. And you moan, fingers twining in the sheets as the pleasure becomes indistinguishable from the pain. 
“You like this?” his voice is teasing again, getting back into the role.
“Mm-hmm,” you moan, unable to form words. 
It’s like you can’t feel anything but him moving inside you, pleasure surging in ebbs and flows, like a tidal current. It’s hard to describe. The barrier between your cunt and anus is so thin you feel him everywhere. It burns, this inner blazing heat. 
It’s a sweet agony, like the handprint on your ass, making everything tingle with sensitivity, amplifying every sensation. Even the pressure of the mattress against your clit is enough to send a thrill through you.
“Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” 
You cry out in torment and desire as he shoves into you harder this time, and your whole body bends and turns in a desperate effort to accept every inch.
“Yes,” you want to sob into the mattress. It aches. It’s so fucking good you could scream.
“You’re taking it so good,” he whispers as he sinks in even deeper. “That’s it.”
And he’s finally all the way inside you now, so deep that when he starts thrusting, you feel the slap of his sac against the dip of your cunt. Each stroke presses you harder against the mattress—hitting you where it feels best inside and out. 
And strong, so strong he pushes your body upward on the bed.
“I want to fuck you like this all night.” His voice is tight with strain—just barely holding on, waiting for you.
But he’s not moving fast enough for you to come.
“More,” you whimper into the damp folds of silk.
Mando pushes in again, burying himself balls-deep inside you before whispering against your shoulder, “What's that?”
You need more. “I need more…I need—”
“You worried I won’t fuck you hard enough?” he laughs, plunges in deep, and bites the soft flesh of your shoulder. It’s not enough to break the skin—but you cry out from the painfully sweet ache of it.
“Beg me, senaar'ika,” he says, sitting back on his heels, filling his lungs with each heaving breath. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
But this time, you don’t want to obey. You don’t want to say please. You want to find out exactly how hard the Mandalorian can give it to you. If you want to come with him, you need more, and you know how to get it. 
You turn your head so he can see the jut of your chin, fill your voice with challenge and say, “Gods above, shut up and fuck—me—harder.”
The bounty hunter scoffs in shocked bemusement.
His arm hooks around your elbows, pinning them behind you, “You’ll regret that, little dove.” 
Then he yanks back on your arms, pulling you off the bed, and against his chest. Your ass presses into the bowl of his hips, thighs sealed against his. His other hand slides up your stomach and between your breasts to clasp around your throat. A touch that means possession. 
The Mandalorian owns you now, and he knows it.
Mando slams into you, and you want to cry out—but you stifle it somehow. You don’t want him to stop. You’re so wound up that tears well against your eyelids, dampening the blindfold. It scares you how much you want this. Gods help you, but you do. You fucking love it.
His thrusts remain slow at first. Deliberate. Punishing. Yes, punish me! His pelvis clashes against your buttocks like the snap of a paddle. But the tempo increases as he starts to get into it. Soon, he pumps into you so hard that it makes your breasts bounce, and your entire body starts to sweat. Your hair swings around your face, tendrils sticking to your neck, your flushed cheeks and forehead.
He never loosens his grip. Your shoulders start to ache from being pulled back so far—your throat throbs against his palm—and yet you want nothing more than the slap of his body, the feel of his cock filling you. It’s like he’s reaching to the core of your very being with every thrust.
Yes, you think, fuck me. Make me take it.
The bounty hunter’s hand tightens around your throat—unconsciously, you think—because of how close he is. Each ragged breath vibrates against your back. You can still breathe, but his grip keeps you dizzy and light-headed. 
A sharp thrust, and your arousal climbs. Another, and it goes higher. Mando bucks and bucks, and the world behind your eyelids becomes bright and sparkly around the edges. Sensation shivers upward through you, strengthening by the moment.
The climax builds from somewhere deep inside you, and you sink into it with every thrust, slipping deeper into pure instinctive sensation, until it claims your whole body in white-hot ecstasy. When you come, the desperation in your wordless cries transforms into a feral scream as you fall forward, tumbling back onto the sheets when he releases you. 
The silk feels so cool and smooth against your feverish cheeks. 
“Haah, aah! I knew you’d love it,” he groans triumphantly. “Nnngh!”
But he’s almost at the brink himself—his body contracting, abdominals clenching. That’s when he pulls out, denying himself release.
The mattress dips and creeks as he climbs off you, and off the bed. 
“I’m not done with you yet, senaar'ika.”
You hear the snap of latex when he removes the condom.
What next? You’re limp and dizzy, lying sprawled across the covers. Will he make me come so hard I pass out? Fuck me until I can't walk straight? You shouldn’t want that as much as you do, but complete surrender can feel so sweet. 
“I can do this all night,” Mando pants.
Then, he lunges across the bed and grabs your ankles so tightly you feel the press of his thumb dig into your bones as he drags you down the mattress, until your legs dangle off the side. The tips of your toes brush against the floor. 
“You thought you could push me?” His voice has lowered almost to a growl. “But that’s not how this works. You belong to me.”
He pushes your thighs apart roughly, then clutches your hair and tugs back hard enough to bring renewed tears to your eyes. Bent over the edge of the mattress like this in front of him, you feel his other hand seize you by the hip, and with that, he shoves the whole thick length of his cock inside you.
“Aaah!” you cry out as he starts thrusting faster.
"You don't tell me what to do—mmmph—with what's mine." His fist in your hair tightens as he pumps into you, and already you know you’re going to come again. How is that even possible?
“That’s right,” he pants. “You know you have to take it, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
Yes, make me take it. Gods help you, but you fucking love it. There’s nothing you love more than the slap of his body, the feel of his cock. “Yes!”
"Because you're mine. Mine to fuck."
"Yours... I'm yours."
Mando fucks you so hard and so fast. Your ass would not have been able to take this. Shallow rapid thrusts until, growling, he rams his full length into you. Then he’s pumping inside you again and again. By now, the shame you think you should feel at being taken like this—held down by your hair and fucked with every ounce of strength in his body, every bit of force he can put into it—has been eclipsed by the pleasure surging within you. 
Every single goddamned stroke of the Mandalorian’s cock sets you on fire. A wildfire so hot it consumes you, burns you down to nothing. You press your face into the mattress and feel the tears welling in your eyes spill down your cheeks, pooling against the sheets.
The only sounds in the cabin are his guttural grunts of pleasure and the slap of your bodies against each other. Just hearing it turns you on even more. 
He’s moving faster now, and you’re nothing but heat. Pleasure tightens, blazing inside you. 
Mando fucks you, and fucks you, and then you’re coming again, clenching around his cock. "Fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Holy shit...!"
"Mmmph, you like that, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, please! Don't stop...please don't stop!"
"Haa-aah, I knew you'd beg me for it."
You come so hard that consciousness is nothing but white light, white noise. Your cry is muffled by the sheets and blankets, but you wail it out anyway, unable to hold back.
“Yes,” he whispers as he pistons even faster than before, his hand on your hip gripping tighter. “Fuck, yes—yes!”
The Mandalorian groans as he throbs inside you. He goes tense, makes an animal sound that seems to come from low in his belly, and slams into you one more time.
Then he’s pulling you off the bed and onto your knees. You feel his wet cock press against your face. "Be good for me," his voice is hardly more than a whisper, trembling with need. “Open your mouth.”
His fist in your hair doesn’t leave you much choice. You open, and Mando pushes inside. "You're going to swallow all of it."
It’s all you can do to take him in, to brace your palms against his thighs. You taste your come slick around his cock as it slides between your lips. He’s so huge that you can't move your tongue, so you bob your head, doing your best as he thrusts, shallow and then deep.
The Mandalorian's grip takes control, sometimes pushing no more than the head of his cock into your mouth, and you suck, hallowing your cheeks—then shoving into your throat, making you choke and gag around him.
It doesn’t take long.
"Haa-aah! Aah!"
He shouts out, and then he comes, filling your mouth with each hot pulsing spurt. You swallow it down, every drop, as the sensation of him throbbing between your lips spills saliva down your chin.
The Mandalorian pulls out then. The fingers buried in your hair release their grip. Pausing one long moment to regain his breath, he brushes the sweat-soaked hair from your cheeks. 
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
Really? Blindfolded. Flushed and sweaty, legs tangled beneath you, slumped against the bed frame?
But the honest tenderness in his voice has you pressing a hand to your chest. 
His cock is still half-hard, nuzzled against your cheek, and there’s a second when you’re tempted to pull him down to slide back onto it. But…you’ve reached your limits. 
And the Mandalorian is in no better shape. You hear him collapse onto his knees beside you on the floor, crawling over on his hands and knees to reach for something. His helmet, maybe?
But it’s not his Beskar. 
Gently, he drapes the soft folds of your robe over your shoulders and gathers you in his arms. He leans back, sitting propped against the bed, settling you onto his lap. You let your head fall against his chest and delight when he rests his chin atop your head. 
“Are you alright?” he murmurs. 
“Yeah,” you manage to form words. “Just give me a second. I’m…melting.” 
That makes him chuckle, and for a while, you both stay like that, laughing, breathing hard, barely able to move.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No! No, you were perfect. I loved it. It’s like—like you read my mind from that night we met. It was everything I wanted. You took such good care of me.”
His voice remains concerned. “But you’re shaking all over?” and his arms wrap tighter around you.
“It was just so intense.” 
“Here,” he says pressing a cup of tea into your hands, then lifting it to your lips when your fingers tremble too much to grip it tight enough. Fatherhood has softened him.  
“Are you?” you ask timidly.
“Am I what?”
“Are you okay?” You feel strangely shy in front of a man who just fucked you senseless. “I mean, was it okay that I asked you to do this? Are you okay with being—with what we did?”
“It was amazing,” he sighs, kissing your temple. 
But that doesn’t really answer your question.
Honestly, this is the part you were most afraid of…that it would change everything. That no matter how good the sex had or hadn’t been, you thought, afterward, he’d lose respect for you, and it wouldn’t be worth it. 
You don’t want his judgment or pity for needing this.
But there's no contempt in his voice. He doesn’t sound righteous. Or cold, or callous. And he doesn’t seem intent on sneaking out to leave you alone in regret. 
“Before, I was worried that I might hurt you…and that was hard to balance against my instinct to protect you," the Mandalorian says thoughtfully. "But you made more than enough noise to let me know how much you enjoyed it.”
“Oh gods,” you laugh, clapping a hand over your mouth, absolutely mortified. 
“That was the best part,” Mando lifts your hand from your face, tilting your chin up to kiss your nose, then your lips, not shying away like some men do, after they've come in your mouth. So you part your lips and feel the brush of his tongue against yours. His fingers wrap around your neck, deepening the kiss, and pulling you closer.
It’s not the unbridled passion from before–it’s tenderness and longing. Two lonely hearts finding shelter in a precious moment of fragile intimacy.  
“I was just surprised, given…”
“Some of my clients never touch me. Some have hurt me—said horrific things. Most are rich businessmen,” you shrug. “Nervous about cheating on their wives. Regardless—given what they pay, they all expect a performance... 
So it’s nice to let someone else put in the work,” your lips tug into a sly grin. “Seriously, five times? And your dom talk is shockingly good! The growling is very hot!” Guess it's true what they say about the quiet ones. "Now I get why Anassa keeps offering you a job."
"She told you that?" He scoffs.
"Hmm, she likes to tease me about having a crush on the Mandalorian."
Nestled into the crook of his arm, you feel the rumble of renewed laughter building in his chest. 
"She told me I could keep the armor on."
You reach a hand behind you to stroke his jaw and bury your fingers in his hair. "I'm glad you didn't."
Mando's head turns in your grasp to place a soft kiss against your palm.
“And you don’t think differently of me for…wanting this?”
"I know the difference between fantasy and reality," then he leans forward to stroke your earlobe with the tip of his nose. "And I bet I could make you scream just as loud, taking you soft and sweet."
Now why does that make you blush redder than your slapped ass?
“Maybe next time, we can switch roles. Then I’ll understand better why you like it.”  
Next time? You love that! He’s already thinking about the future. 
Your brow arches, “Maybe I'll tie you up—borrow one of Katlin's whips to smack that tight ass of yours.”
“Oh, yeah?” 
There are no words for the wicked anticipation in Mando’s voice. 
Next time...
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Infernal Shadows 05.
Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.
Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, Alastor and the reader fight, but its more just Alastor trying to show he’s super cool. Madame fights a demon, mentions of fear, violence, no swearing. Wanted to introduce the relationship between Madame and Alastor already, next chapters gonna be romantic so get ready YALL. Shits happening and I’m excitedddddd. Anyway enjoy!!! As for the taglist, I think i can tag more people now, so comment to be tagged i guess!!!
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The poison hit like a freight train. Madame had barely finished the last drop of her drink when the burning began. It started in her stomach, a sharp, searing pain that spread like wildfire, igniting every nerve in her body. She gasped, her breath caught in her throat as she clutched the edge of the table, the world spinning around her in a dizzying blur. Her vision darkened at the edges, the shadows closing in as her heart pounded furiously, fighting against the inevitable.
But there was no escaping it. The poison coursed through her veins, ruthless and unyielding, and as it did, she felt something break inside her-something vital, something that held her together. And then, just as quickly as it had started, everything went black.
The darkness was absolute. For a moment, there was nothing—no pain, no fear, no thoughts. Just an endless, suffocating void. But then, the darkness began to crack, splintering apart as a new sensation took hold-a searing, unbearable heat that made her body convulse, her mind scream. She wasn't dead. She couldn't be. But if she wasn't dead, then where was she?
The world around her came into sharp, horrifying focus. She was standing on a jagged, rocky surface, the ground beneath her shifting and groaning as though it were alive. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and ash, the oppressive heat pressing down on her like a vice. Her head swam with disorientation, a sickening mix of confusion and dread swirling in her gut.
This wasn't the world she had known. This wasn't the afterlife she had imagined, where the souls of the righteous were rewarded, and the wicked were punished.
This was something else entirely, something far more terrifying. As she tried to make sense of it all, a low, guttural growl cut through the air, sending a shiver down her spine.
She turned toward the sound, her heart lurching in her chest as she saw it—a figure emerging from the shadows, a grotesque, twisted form that barely resembled a man. His skin was stretched tight over his bones, his eyes sunken and hollow, filled with a wild, desperate hunger. He moved with a jerky, animalistic gait, his fingers curling into claws as he zeroed in on her with a predatory snarl.
Madame's blood ran cold. This was no ordinary man-this was a demon, a creature of pure malice and rage. And he was coming for her. Panic surged through her, her instincts screaming at her to run, to fight, to do something, anything to get away. But her body refused to move, paralyzed by fear and disbelief.
The demon lunged at her with a feral roar, his claws slashing through the air toward her throat. But in that instant, something snapped inside Madame, something primal and fierce. She wasn't going to die like this-not here, not now, not at the hands of this creature. A surge of adrenaline shot through her, and she lashed out, grabbing hold of his wrist and twisting it with all her strength.
The demon howled in pain, his grip faltering for a split second, and that was all she needed. With a ferocity she hadn't known she possessed, she drove her knee into his gut, sending him stumbling backward. Her heart raced, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to keep her fear at bay. She had to survive.
She had to fight.
The demon recovered quickly, snarling as he charged at her again, his eyes blazing with fury. But Madame was ready this time. She ducked under his outstretched claws, using his momentum against him as she drove her elbow into his back, sending him crashing to the ground. She didn't hesitate. She couldn't afford to. Grabbing a jagged shard of rock from the ground, she plunged it into his chest with all her might.
The demon let out a blood-curdling scream, thrashing wildly as he tried to pull the rock from his chest. But Madame held on, pushing it deeper, twisting it until the demon's movements slowed, then stopped altogether. She watched breathless, as the light faded from his eyes, his body going limp beneath her.
For a long moment, she just stood there, her chest heaving, her hands trembling as she stared down at the demon she had just killed. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions-fear, anger, shock, and something else, something darker, more primal. She had killed him. She had taken a life, and she felt... nothing. No remorse, no guilt. Only a cold, detached satisfaction.
But that satisfaction was short-lived, quickly replaced by a wave of nausea and dizziness that nearly brought her to her knees. She stumbled back, her heart racing as the reality of her situation hit her like a freight train. She was in Hell.
She had died, and this was where she had ended up-alone, in a place where survival was a constant, brutal fight.
The fear that had been simmering beneath the surface finally broke free, flooding her senses as she realized just how hopeless her situation was. She had been powerful once, respected and feared, but here, she was nothing. Just another soul, lost in a sea of suffering and torment. The thought made her stomach churn, her chest tightening with panic.
But even as the fear threatened to consume her, another emotion began to take hold-a burning, all-consuming rage. This wasn't how it was supposed to end.
She had been in control, she had been powerful, and she had been taken from her life in the most cowardly way possible. Poisoned, betrayed, and now, condemned to an eternity in this hellish place.
But she wouldn't let it end here. She wouldn't let this be her fate. She had clawed her way to the top once before, and she would do it again. No matter how many demons she had to kill, no matter how much blood she had to spill, she would rise. The Pride Ring-she had heard whispers of it, a place where the most powerful souls ruled, where the strong thrived and the weak were crushed.
That's where she would go. That's where she would claim her power, rebuild her empire, and make this damned place bow to her will.
Madame's hands stopped trembling as she tightened them into fists, her resolve hardening like steel. This was Hell, and it was her new battlefield. She would conquer it, just as she had conquered the world above. The fear and confusion were still there, lurking in the corners of her mind, but they were drowned out by the sheer force of her will. She had been a queen in life, and she would be a queen in death.
She took a deep breath, the air burning in her lungs as she forced herself to move forward. Every step was a battle, every breath a reminder of the pain and loss she had endured, but she kept going. The Pride Ring was waiting for her, and she would stop at nothing to claim it. Hell had taken everything from her, but it had also given her something new—a purpose, a drive, a fire that would burn through anything that stood in her way.
This was her new life. Her new empire. And Madame would stop at nothing to make it hers.
The air in the Pride Ring was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm. Madame sat in her grand, darkened chamber, the silence punctuated only by the soft ticking of the ornate clock on the wall. Her fingers drummed lightly against the armrest of her throne, a subtle rhythm that betrayed nothing of her thoughts. Her power had been hard-won, her reign over the Pride Ring absolute. Yet, she knew something was coming. She could feel it in the very marrow of her bones.
And then, as if summoned by her very thoughts, the door to her chamber creaked open. The sound was slow, deliberate, the hinges groaning under the weight of anticipation. Madame didn’t flinch, didn’t move a muscle, her gaze remaining fixed on the shadows that danced across the walls. She knew who it was before he even stepped into the light.
“Why, what a marvelous abode you have”
Madame’s eyes remained fixed ahead, her expression unyielding. Without turning to acknowledge the figure behind her, she spoke, her voice as cold and cutting as steel.
“What do you want from me, Radio Demon?” she asked, the title dripping with disdain, her senses keenly attuned to the faint static that crackled in his voice. “And if you value your life, you’ll choose your next words very carefully.”
Her tone carried a promise of violence, a reminder that she was not one to be underestimated, even by someone as audacious as him.
Alastor’s grin widened, a sharp, unsettling smile that gleamed in the dim light. The static in his voice crackled with amusement as he replied, “My dear, worrying about my life is hardly necessary.”
Without warning, a dark, twisted tentacle materialized from the shadows around him, lashing out with lightning speed toward Madame. The attack was swift and calculated, meant to catch her off guard. But she was faster.
In an instant, Madame moved, her form dissolving into the darkness like smoke. The tentacle struck nothing but empty air, the force of the blow shattering a nearby pillar instead. Silence fell, thick and oppressive, as Alastor found himself alone in the vast, echoing foyer.
He paused, his smile never faltering, as he listened to the stillness around him. The only sound was the faint hum of static, barely audible in the oppressive quiet.
“Well, well,” Alastor mused to the empty room, his voice laced with playful intrigue. “It seems this little game is going to be more entertaining than I anticipated.”
From the shadows of the room, Madame emerged, her form slipping seamlessly out of the wall as if she were part of the darkness itself. A shroud of inky black surrounded her, tendrils of shadow swirling around her figure like a living entity. Her eyes were cold, calculating, as she began to circle Alastor, each step measured, her presence a stark contrast to his frenetic energy.
Alastor turned to face her, his ever-present grin still in place, though his eyes narrowed with growing interest. He watched her movements, the way she seemed to glide effortlessly, a predator assessing its prey. The tension between them grew, thick as the shadows that clung to her like a second skin.
Without warning, he lunged at her again, his staff crackling with power as he aimed to strike. But Madame was ready. She sidestepped his attack with a fluid grace, moving faster than he anticipated. As his momentum carried him forward, she summoned a tendril of shadow from the darkness around her, and with a swift, precise motion, she lashed out, striking his staff with a force that reverberated through the air.
The impact sent a sharp, resonant crack echoing through the foyer. Alastor staggered back, momentarily caught off guard by the power behind her strike. His grin faltered for a fraction of a second, the amusement in his eyes flickering into something more dangerous.
Madame’s gaze remained steady, her expression unyielding. The shadows around her pulsed with energy, responding to her command as she stood her ground, ready for whatever move he might make next. This wasn’t just a game for her—it was a test of strength, of will, and she had no intention of losing.
Madame watched as Alastor’s aura shifted, the green glow casting an eerie light across the room. The static in the air seemed to thicken, but she remained unmoved, her expression as cold and composed as ever. She took a single step forward, her presence dominating the space between them.
“I do believe it is time for you to go,” she said, her voice calm, unyielding, and absolute. The words carried the weight of a command, leaving no room for argument.
Alastor’s eyes narrowed, his grin twisting into something more feral. He looked ready to charge at her, the air around him crackling with energy as he prepared to unleash whatever power he had left. But before he could make his move, Madame was already ahead of him.
With a mere flick of her wrist, she summoned a swirling vortex of shadows. The portal appeared beneath Alastor’s feet, its dark tendrils curling up around him, pulling him down with an inescapable force. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly, the surprise flashing across his face as the ground seemed to give way beneath him.
When Alastor reappeared, he found himself standing in the very center of the Pride Ring, far from Madame’s home. The portal had deposited him there without ceremony, the cold, indifferent void spitting him out into the heart of Hell’s most powerful domain.
Alastor stood still for a moment, processing what had just occurred. His grin slowly returned, but this time it was tinged with a new kind of respect. Madame was no ordinary overlord—she was something far more dangerous, and he knew it. The encounter had not gone as planned, but it had been... enlightening.
As he began to walk away, the static in his voice returned to its usual rhythm, the green hue in his aura fading back to red. The game had only just begun, and Alastor was nothing if not persistent. But for now, he would retreat, plotting his next move. She was an interesting one indeed.
As the portal closed behind Alastor, Madame remained in the silent aftermath of their encounter, her gaze fixed on the spot where he had vanished. The shadows around her seemed to pulse with a life of their own, reflecting the thoughts swirling through her mind.
She stood there, still and composed, as she replayed the fight in her mind. The way Alastor had moved, the audacity of his attack, and the peculiar static that accompanied his presence—all of it was as unsettling as it was intriguing. Madame had heard the whispers, the tales of the so-called Radio Demon who had made a name for himself by toppling other overlords. She had known of his reputation, of his chaotic, unpredictable nature.
Yet, she had underestimated him. Or rather, she had underestimated his nerve. The audacity it took to challenge her, to step into her domain with such confidence, was almost impressive. Most would have been deterred by her reputation alone, but Alastor had come directly at her, undaunted by the prospect of failure.
She walked slowly around the room, her movements deliberate, her mind turning over the implications of their encounter. His power, while not yet fully understood, was undeniably formidable. The brief lapse in his static-filled track, the shift in his aura—these were signs of a deeper strength, one that might have been masked by his playful demeanor.
Her lips curled into a faint, thoughtful smile. Alastor had been brash, but there was something almost refreshing about his audacity. It was a reminder that in Hell, even the most established of powers could be challenged by those who were willing to take risks. And though he had been sent away, he would likely return, more determined than ever.
Madame’s eyes gleamed with a cold resolve as she contemplated her next moves. She would need to be ready. She had no doubt that Alastor would be back, and she would need to be prepared for whatever schemes he might bring. For now, though, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate the thrill of the confrontation, the way it had stirred her into action, proving once again that even in Hell, the game was always evolving.
With a final glance at the space where Alastor had stood, Madame turned away, her thoughts already shifting to her plans for consolidating her power further. The Radio Demon had been a formidable opponent, but she was not one to be intimidated. Instead, she would use this encounter as fuel, driving her to fortify her position and ensure that her reign over the Pride Ring remained unchallenged.
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saintsir4n · 1 year ago
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Thank you for the shoutout! <3
I’m glad people can see canon klaus in my depiction of him. Even at times when he’s nice and loving towards my OC, his true nature is just simmering and itching below the surface.
GIRL HOW DARE YOU
HOW DARE YOU RECOMMEND ALLURE TO ME
ITS YOUR FAULT IM BROKEN NOW
holy hell that book is destroying me piece by piece i was actually sobbing its so well written everything connects even when you dont notice one detail its important
also im sorry to say but.....i like klaus and mia together from the way you spoke i got the feeling you ddint but i cant help but squeal when i read their scenes especially at homecoming they have sexy hot chemistry its suffocating
team stefan and mia all the way though as endgame but i think klaus and mia deserve a second chance
you were right about mia being a new kind of oc its very nice to see a oc care for characters who arent just love interests i didnt like elena but after reading it i understand her same with tyler and i hated him most of all but now i love him
this book is my roman empire and i blame you because i cant think of anything else
KSKSKKS I KNOW RIGHT???
Listen I absolutely adore Klaus, he's a bitch even tho I acknowledge all of his wrongs but he just makes me so fucking mad in Allure. He's just making her confused and hurting her and if he doesn't go back to being Nik with her, not Klaus, then he's about to catch some hands. And anyway his lifestyle is just gonna put her in danger, my girl needs to have a happy life with Cami.
I'm also gonna recommend you a wattpad fic about Klaus that I completely forgot about mentioning in my last post. It's A Dark Twisted Fantasy by @saintsir4n and it's just golden, the Klaus depicted there is 100% canon Klaus and he makes me want to strangle him so badly.
(@viavolterra)
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radioregine · 9 months ago
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WRITEBLR INTRO xx
hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)
i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 
ABOUT ME
late 20s
black & queer & disabled 
lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)
finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 
ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 
literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 
GOALS
connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3
WIPS 
Dagmar
there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 
[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]
Dave & The Family Davenport
20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 
[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]
Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)
SHORT FICTION 
blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]
fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]
hothouse [horror, 500 wds]
a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]
good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]
[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]
hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!
[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]
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myobsessionsspace · 11 months ago
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"My last point is that I don't really see JK being a club going person."
I was going to say this a well. I quite don’t get why some people portray him as a party boy when he has shared several times that he’s more of a homebody and feels more comfortable chilling with friends or relaxing at home - which, for an introvert, isn’t surprising at all. He seems like someone who has a small close circle of friends and doesn’t really socialize outside of it. Sure we don’t know him in private and it’s not like he never goes out obviously but I’ve always felt he was pretty transparent and sincere with us. So I really don’t get the need for some fans to portray him as a person he hasn’t shown to be. It’s weird, it’s like he’s not enough for them so they have to twist his personality to make it fit the way they would like him to be. That’s not exactly what I call love, but well..
~Ask Anon is referring to~
Hi lovely!
Right?! Talk your talk 💪
Like how many times has Jungkook shown and spoken about his MTBI?! He’s an introvert through and through. From what we’ve seen he has his select few that he’s himself with and has fun with but we’ve seen him when not working like a dog, at home or working out.
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Introvert in the wild
He drinks at home, due to sasaengs he works out at home, he sings karaoke at home, he cooks at home.
Of course he must do things with people that we don’t see or know about but the pervasive notion that he’s some addict fuck boy boils down to ta few things, the main ones in my mind right now, small mindedness and baseless rumours.
Small mindedness because according to the teen book, movie, tv, fanfic stereotype the dark clothes, piercings, tattoo, bike riding, quiet type can and only ever will be a ‘fuck boy’. He has a group of 97z idol friends that one outing, that made headlines, determined his character from that point forward. What else has he done that warrants such judgements? Drink at home in front of his phone? Have boxing as a hobby? Own a motorcycle alongside owning cars too?
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The Wattpad f*ck boy of their dreams 😑 I’ve literally SEEN countless Wattpad covers, some actually entitled ‘f*ck boy’ or with a fuckboyjungkook! tag, no joke!!!
Rumours because his blonde foreign, dancer, idol, older actress, tattoo artist girlfriends all can attest under oath to his ways, no wait it’s the random online account holders that can attest under oath due to their inside knowledge
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No matter how often he shows himself to be a homebody. No matter how often over the years the members and Jungkook talk about how Jungkook likes to stay in. Jungkook saying he’d rather join in on other people’s plans as he’s not one to do much of left to his own devices. Namjoon saying Jungkook likes to stay at home and Hobi saying ‘he’ll go for Jimin’. Jungkook saying he stays in and when given Netflix suggestions says he’s watched them all, used to stay in and play video games, draw and create etc it’s not enough to shift certain people’s mindset because his outward appearance sets it in stone for them. Oh that and his FICTIONAL music videos where he holds a woman’s hand and starts at another woman’s forehead
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When the camera is rolling for the MV character, the pop idol
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When the camera isn’t rolling for the MV character but to capture the man Jeon Jungkook
There are so many side to this young man who has an aesthetic expression that people will not get over.
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Curteous
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Kind and respectful
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Loving
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Tender and caring
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Cute. Sorry Jungkook you are a grown man, yes, but still so damn cute!
You’re right in my opinion anon but I will say one thing…
You said: ‘It’s like he’s not enough for them […]’
I say: He’s too much for them, so they have to simplify him to a caricature because him as a whole is someone they can never appreciate, how he deserves to be appreciated. Him as a whole can’t be the person they’ve deemed their fantasy or enemy.
Thank you for your ask😊! As you can tell I needed to get that out and you gave me the opportunity 🙈
💜
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saintsir4n · 1 year ago
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HAIR
in which klaus is taught how to braid his son’s hair.
PAIRINGS: 21st century klaus and adrienne mikaelson. (malachai is around 2 years old)
WARNINGS: FLUFF
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“It’s different to how you were taught handsome. I know you used to braid your hair and Rebekah’s when you were kids but our son’s hair texture is different.” Adrienne paused as she sat up in their bed. “It’s a mixture of both yours and mine and that just means you need to be more gentle with it because the curls are thicker and tighter but can be loose in other places.”
Klaus just listened, knowing that was best… for now.
“And the oils for his scalp will work wonders.”
“He’s always itching his scalp,” he murmured, recalling the times his son was in discomfort.
“Our scalps dry out quickly. But I tend to wash his hair more often because of his hair type.”
Klaus’ eyes raked over the many products sitting on their bed. Sure he noticed how much his wife would go through back when they started dating, then when they got married and even more so when she was pregnant with Malachi. He was invested in the time she spent doing her hair and often asked questions, sometimes the wrong ones, but she never grew angry… mildly irritated yes, but not angry.
He saw how long it took for her to gather her kinks into buns or part them into cornrows or twists. Pregnancy had made her hair even thicker and he loved it, and only was allowed to touch when she gave permission. When his hair grew out, she often recommended products that would help define or strengthen his locks which he deeply appreciated.
But there were times that Klaus watched Malachai sit in front of his wife, toy in one hand and snack in the other whilst his hair was parted and put into cornrows, Klaus was slightly envious. He couldn’t help it, it was who he was. Their child only verbally communicated if he was comfortable and Klaus realised that whenever Adrienne did Malachai’s hair, he spoke the most, babbling away in his soft southern accent about his day. Which was adorable as Malachai was only two years old, but Klaus had enough and decided to ask his wife for some tips.
When raising Marcel, he always kept his hair short as a prevention, it felt wrong yet it was the norm. Even now Marcel rarely allowed his hair to grow out and everyone knew him for it.
“You ready?” Adrienne’s voice broke him from his thoughts.
Klaus slowly nodded as their toddler shuffled into the room, with his box of snacks — a mixture of healthy and unhealthy of course, but somehow he would always sneak chocolate into his vast room.
“Mama,” his cyan eyes settled on his mother first, making her smile as he was pulled up onto their bed and found his place around the dozens of products. “Hi dada,” he waved at his father who gently smiled at him.
They were all wearing loungewear, Adrienne sported one of her husbands Henley’s, as did he, but she wore nothing but shorts underneath whilst he wore jogging bottoms purely for her satisfaction. Malachai was in his pyjamas and had been all day, only changing into another pair after his morning bath. His socks were off and thick curls down to his tiny shoulders.
Klaus pulled his son onto his lap, and pressed a kiss to his head that would instantly gain a squeals in response.
Malachai didn’t focus on anything else that was happening now his mother gave him a toy to play with.
“Make sure he stays distracted,” Adrienne advised and passed him a bottle full of water.
Klaus hummed, heart hammering in his chest not wanting to distract his son as soft music began playing in the background. Adrienne had told him to gently spray water in his hair and he did, the action didn’t halt their son in any way, although his face scrunched up at the feeling.
The toddler remained quiet, not like he would say much.
“Now the comb…” Klaus listened to his wife as he followed her guidance.
He winced whenever he tugged too hard or heard his son whine. He knew he wasn’t hurting but to him it felt like he was.
“And hairbands, just keep them on your wrist.”
“You have an endless supply or so it seems,” Klaus remarked, as he gathered one side of Malachai’s hair up so it wouldn’t flip on the other.
“And so will you,” Adrienne snorted. “Now detangle,” she saw the apprehension in his eyes as he did. “You’re not hurting him.”
Klaus said nothing in return and just nodded as he combed out any knots in his hair. There was slight shedding but it was expected.
Each time Malachai would groan he would stop but Adrienne would distract the toddler, dazzling him with magic or just plain words.
A tender smile tugged at Klaus’ lips when his wife spoke, captivating both Mikaelson males even whilst he attempted to plait his son’s hair. His hands had to be gentle yet firm.
His heart beat grew tame as he got the hang of it, the cornrows were looser than he wanted but Malachai didn’t fuss as he continued.
Adrienne reassured him with another nod.
“And now the other side…” Klaus let out a sharp breath when he realised he was almost done.
Spray, part, detangle, oil scalp, braid… his mind was stuck on a loop, and he was grateful for it. He was grateful for Adrienne’s words and his son’s unexpected patience.
Mikaelsons had none and everyone knew it.
“Daddy’s almost finished,” Adrienne cood, “did you want to watch ms Rachel before bed Mally?”
“Not that aggravating woman,” Klaus grumbled.
“Nik. It helps with his speech.”
“He has selective mutism. That woman would more likely regress his bloody speech.”
“Niklaus —“
“ — done?” Malachai croaked out, looking up at his father who plastered on a grin when he stared at his work.
It could’ve been better, Klaus thought to himself but he nodded.
“I’m done little Fenrir,” he voiced.
“T-thank me,” Malachai beamed, scrambling his words up, making his parents laugh.
“It’s you, Mally,” Adrienne corrected but he didn’t understand.
“Thank me,” Malacahi repeated and bounced off the bed and skipped over to his box of toys.
“Malachai, no running,” Klaus’ words fell on deaf ears because their son did the exact opposite. “Authority doesn’t register with him.”
“Because you spoil him,” Adrienne claimed.
Klaus softly scoffed, “It’s the Lumiére genes, he doesn’t listen.”
“Fuck you,” Adrienne muttered, aware of how their son would listen at the worst times.
“I’d very much let you,” Klaus sent her a wink, as Malachai’s eyes darted over his toys, thinking of which one he would play with next.
“Mikaelsons are spoilt. Look at you.”
“What?”
“We’re getting distracted,” Adrienne sighed, waving off the argument and grabbing ahold of his hand, “you did his hair.”
Klaus’ face lit up, “I did his hair.”
“Now, only 16 more years to go,” she laughed at his deadpanned look, “And Nik…” she leaned closer, lips trailing his ear, “Good Job.”
His smile grew once more as he pulled his wife into his hold, careful of the hair products surrounding them. Adrienne’s praise meant the world to him, as did his son’s happiness.
The very son who was none the wiser as his parents beamed at him playing.
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this just reminded me that wash day is coming up soon and I cannot be asked. I got inspiration from a mum on tiktok who was doing her son’s hair and thought about how klaus would help malachai with his.
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I know you all (most of you) said that I should do the gothic literature school au as my next fanfic, but I’m still very indecisive about everything. Which should I do? This also factors in my mental health and emotional state. I’m hardly able to focus on anything currently but writing is one thing I can sometimes do, rather than just staring into space. I am going to list everything below.
Jonathan in Wonderland: The title may not be finalized but it’s an Alice in Wonderland au starring Jonathan Harker! I plan to write it as if he’s documenting his adventure in his diary and I’ll draw in references from the original Dracula novel plus add my own twists. This is definitely more of a whimsically gothic story that combines the whimsy of my childhood (I’ve always been obsessed with Alice in Wonderland) and my love of gothic literature. It is the shortest fanfic on this list and will prep me for my bigger Dracula project I tried to write two months ago but couldn’t due to stress.
A Court of Music and Mischief: This is my Amadeus faerie au that pokes fun of the ACOTAR series (hence the name) that stars Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Antonio Salieri, and my own faerie oc that’s inspired by the Queen of the Night (vaguely inspired). It is the second longest fanfic in length on this list. Mozart and Salieri basically play Feyra’s role and my oc is in Tamlin’s. I hated ACOTAR but love faerie lore so this idea was sparked. I plan to take this down the dark fantasy route rather than gothic, taking inspiration from 80s fantasy movies like Labyrinth and a more modern book called The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu. Amadeus is an 80s film and I’m using its release date to further my creative flow. The book is actually about Mozart’s sister and he also is a character featured in this historical fantasy retelling. I’m also absolutely obsessed with Mozart right now and that’ll probably be a lifelong craze. Salieri, yes I like him a lot as well. Should I do this fanfic?
Gothic lit school au: I don’t have a title yet nor is this very developed, but I’m thinking about setting it in college/university that’s dark academia and focuses on my favorite characters from gothic literature in a more modern/alternate dimension. I want to do this one because I love gothic literature, dark academia, and I definitely want to base this around the themes of melancholia, darkness, and good vs evil/morals. My only concern is that it’ll be too taxing right now since it’s the longest fanfic on this list and that it’s insanely dark. I’ve felt awful emotionally lately and a lot of my writing has reflected those feelings (melancholy, evil, etc). Part of me thinks I should do something more lighthearted and shorter. I put aside a novel length collab I wanted to do with a friend due to my mental health so I’m unsure about writing this right now.
Thoughts?
Tagging:
@xxiamtiebrousxx
@ilovegayvampires
@mysteryofvampires
@mushroomsie224
@fetchmearum420
@urcrocsrsoggy
I can’t think of anyone else right now because I’m so fried.
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silviakundera · 10 months ago
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Kinnporsche Fanfic Recs
In celebration of the 2 year anniversary, here is an avalanche of Kinn/Porsche fics that I've enjoyed. Painfully incomplete & posted in no particular order. My shipping interests are 100% focused on the K/P couple and that will be reflected in my list, sorry 😘.
Deep Like a Coastal Shelf by Lilla_Torg
(79,000 words) Green Arrow inspired AU. "After five years abroad, Kinn Theerapanyakul returns to find his city under siege by a vigilante known as the Phoenix."
Stain of Sun by Lilla_Torg
(78,000 words) Omega brothers Porsche (hacker) and Chay (grifter) team up to take down the Theerapanyakul crime family. Things do not go as planned. // This marries A/B/O with mutant powers. As long as you're not wholly opposed to Omegaverse, give it a chance. Every one of this author's long KPtS fics is a banger.
Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg
(119,000 words) Sort of a mutant AU but honestly that underplays how fucking cool this fic is. “I think you know something about keeping secrets,” said Kinn. He flashed Porsche a pocket-ace smirk. “You’re mine. Say it.”
The boy he’d been fourteen years ago would have told him where to shove it. But Porsche had been around long enough to know that the mafia always won. Still, he looked around, searching for a way out, before giving up and turning back to Kinn, those black eyes awaiting his surrender.
“I’m yours,” he said.
a perpetual unscattering by concernedlily
(31,000 words) Canon-divergence AU. “Pissing in bottles behind a cocktail bar,” Kinn said. “But Pa gave him to me, so I’m stuck with him.” To a visibly furious Porsche he said, “You don’t know the minor family? Never come across any of them before?”
“How would I know the fucking minor family?” Porsche snapped.
what a tangled web we weave by fortunehasgivenup
(80,000 words) 1000 Nights inspired alternate universe, fantasy-historical Thailand. // After the betrayal of his first husband, King Anakinn Theerapanyakul vows to never love again. Once a week, he takes a new husband, a young man who will not live to see another dawn.
When a nobleman comes to find a young man to adopt and marry off to the king in place of his own son, Thee chooses Chay.
Faced with an outcome that he refuses to contemplate, Porsche steps in and takes Chay's place. He only has one request for the king - to be allowed to tell his brother one last bedtime story.
Burn Your Name Into My Skin by Everyforkedroad
(72,000 words) In which Kinn visits a high-end sex club and he & Porsche meet under the guise of anonymity for what should be a 1 night encounter. Except not only are they intensely drawn together... things are not what they seem.
Salt by ronandhermy
(49,000 words) Sweat stings because the salt is purifying. Porsche may be in high school but he is still a National Champion in Taekwondo and he catches the eye of the national team's newest sponsor: The Theerapanyakun Family. Alternate first meeting. Leans into the darkness of canon, read the tags and proceed w caution.
how do you like it, daddy by Baby_Droll
(28,000 words) "and ain't shit 'bout me cheap and ain't shit 'bout me free" - our lord and savior, florence millicent. kinn & porsche, and all the other pieces on their fucked up chess board. a sugar baby/daddy au with an omegaverse twist. // This is a dark reimagining alternate universe. Iconic toxic K/P fic.
two shots by Martynax
(81,000 words) AU, different first meeting. Porsche joined the armed forces & became a hired gun. // “So I’m supposed to end a mafia dispute?”
“Something like that,” he mutters, wondering if he’s making a mistake, revealing it to Porsche so soon. Nothing is set in stone, after all. But he has a gut feeling that the man appreciates honesty and simplicity much more than intrigue and schemes.
be the best you ever tasted by Martynax
(90,000 words) an AU where Porsche's life is shit so he shakes his perky little bum for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show. Porsche doesn't fuck customers and shouldn't get associated with whatever grey business his boss is trying to run out of the club. But... you know how this is gonna go.
between the sheets by DasWarSchonKaputt
(70,000 words) “And who’s that?”
“Oh. That’s Porsche. He’s Khun Kinn’s live-in boytoy. He’s harmless, mostly. Just a pretty face.”
A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.
Stumbling to the Edge by FireRisingOverTheHills
(51,000 words) Of the genre of KP fics where Kinn and Porsche meet-cute in a random bar encounter, instead of a meet-ugly, this one is my fav. I just really enjoy the Kinn PoV with his what?! is?! happening??? vibes as he finds himself irresistibly drawn to someone who doesn't fit neatly into defined roles.
"He makes this all seem like it’s perfectly normal and Kinn is helpless to do anything but go along with it."
Whatever Else that Touches You by technicallyverycowboy
(9,330 words) Tender established relationship and bisexual self discovery, post canon. // "No, it's fine." Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn's side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. "The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men."  Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.
An Elegant Mechanism by Laughsalot3412
(87,000 words) A/B/O AU, Kim centric with some background K/P and dysfunctional brothers & cousin bonding. The only fic on this list that isn't K/P primary. //  "Kim was only an omega when he was luring people closer to his gun. No one had to give Kim a weapon. He was one.  (Kim's mission is to get close to Porchay Kittisawat. Chay is not a typical alpha. Kim is not a typical omega. Kim isn't having feelings and Chay is going to be so normal about all of this.)"
Love and Violence by thewayside
(9,500 words) Beautifully written, post ep 14. // "Love and violence have always been bedfellows for Kinn. Down to how his first proper relationship ended in a pool of blood. Porsche’s beauty might have drawn him in, but he knows in his gut that he met someone in kind that first night, blood coursing through their veins as the fight ended and Porsche led him onto a bike to a road he barely knew."
Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by The_Old_Astronomer
(13,000 words) Missing scene set between the end of episode 6 and the side story (pre-ep 7). Porsche fights to keep Kinn alive after the attack, and gradually realises how much the other man means to him.
Night Call by vesna (mrsronweasley)
(34,500 words) "On Kinn's birthday, Kinn is dragged by Tae and Time to a strip club, where he gets a private dance from a man who calls himself Jom. Kinn is smitten. Things spin out from there." Canon AU, where Porsche became a stripper because bartending wasn't paying enough.
NFWMB by vesna (mrsronweasley)
(18,700 words) There's a rushing in Kinn's ears, a noise he can't shake. It almost makes him miss the next thing Arm tells him. "He was supposed to check in, as per protocol, but—"  "But what," Kinn snaps. A headache is building behind one of his eyes.  Arm's eyes are wide right before he lowers them and says, "He hasn't been heard from in two and a half hours."  Or, post-canon Porsche is kidnapped. Kinn goes through it.
Caught Off Guard by Altered_Ego
(23,000 words) The one where Porsche is one of his escort's bodyguard. Alternate first meeting; Porsche took another path to support his brother.
the less i know the better by mslunita
(45,000 words) Bored Kinn joins Tinder in hopes of getting his rocks off with a different kind of guy, instead of the standard escorts. Porsche challenges him in just the right way. // Alternate first meeting. Basically their canon selves, but this is after Porsche has already had his bi awakening.
XXX curious STRAIGHT boy BEGS for COCK for the FIRST TIME XXX by mirrorofprinces
(35,000 words ) Porn industry AU. “Porsche is extremely close to signing. In fact, he has a final meeting with the execs on Monday morning. The only condition is that he wants to request his first partner, and it’s you.”  Kinn takes a long drink of his whiskey, sets the glass down, and runs his tongue over his teeth. “So you had to meet with me, urgently, to tell me that a beautiful boy wants me to fuck him, thinking I’d say no.” He drums his fingers on the bartop. “Which means there’s a catch.”
paint my kiss across your chest (your touch is like a happy pill) by darkknight
(16,000 words) Episode 8 era. "Porsche discovers different new ways of how good sex can feel, ways that would never even have crossed his mind before meeting Kinn."
quis custodiet ipsos custode by concernedlily
(8,600 words) Porsche being on dangerous missions and Kinn discovering he has Feelings About That. Missing scenes and Post Ep 14.
Wing of a Butterfly by Kalere
(320,000 words) Some years before the canon storyline, two young men have a random encounter at a bar. Their friendship changes everything. // The epic Porsche & Vegas friendship fic.
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1. Thank you for answering my last request 🖤
For the next in “ITMF” I would like to read some good fanfics with Lan Wangji being older than Wei Wuxian
I’m okay with omegaverse, fantasy setting and problematic content in case anyone wonders @kanrax-blog
you only ever touch me in the dark by sweetlolixo (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Age Difference, Boypussy, Intersex WWX, Feminization, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dirty Talking LWJ, Stalking, Size Difference, WWX Has a Non-Con Kink, Dark WWX, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Restraints, Virginity Kink, Blindfolds, Deranged4Deranged Wangxian)
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4018 by sweetlolixo (E, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Older LWJ, Immortal LWJ, Pregnant WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Age Difference, Boypussy, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talking LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Size Difference, Feminization) as well as few other works by sweetlolixo. beware tho quite a few of those fics deal with consent issues (although most of the time it is deranged4deranged wangxian)
Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly) lwj is mid-20s, wwx is ~18; dark-ish but protective twin jades; not jiang friendly. warning that this one ends pre-relationship!
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2. this is a bit specific but may i ask for fic where someone starts calling wwx 'the son of a-' and gets interrupted by 'the son of who? cssr, bssr's disciple? wcz, a rogue cultivator?' the cinderella fic has a similar line but not exactly (bc its said against wwx's own self deprecation). (honestly, i would also love a cutting response of 'ok he's the son of a servant and still better than all of u, you were saying?' but the gentry probably won't compute that lol) thank you!
SIMILAR! golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not Rated, 95k, WIP, WangXian, Canon, Slow-ish burn, Sugar Daddy LWJ, which is an anachronistic term for this fic but it fits, Light Angst, Fluff, Developing Relationship, WWX gets all the appreciation he deserves, even if he’s a bit confused about it at first, warprize au with a twist, in that everyone thinks WWX is a warprize, but LWJ has only platonic and honourable intentions, at first 😏, Eventual Smut) similar to #2, in the latest chapter of this fic, lwj interrupts someone who's about to call wwx son of a servant
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3. Hello! Do you know any fics with the same vibe as By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller? Or any like To Choose Another Path by TsumugiHitomi? Thank you so much!
The Concubine Mo Chronicles Series by Enigmatree (T, 71k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Prince LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mild Hurt/Comfort) maybe ?? or at least i kinda associate them lol
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4. Hi! Do any of you lovelies know of fics in which A) Nie Huaisang is the one to donate his core to Jiang Cheng? I mean, it's not like he's using it, right? And B) fics that feature Jin Zixuan & Mianmian's friendship? That doesn't have to be the fic's focus, but I'd love to see some backstories there. Both canon era and modern AUs are welcome. Thanks! @danegen
4B)
mianmian the disaster lesbian saves the cultivation world by likeshipsonthesea (T, 27k, wangxian, LWJ & LQY, LWJ & JZX, fix-it, friendship, awesome LQY, war, blood & injury, light angst, self-acceptance, awkward JZX)
Candy & Conspiracies by Reverie (cl410) (T, 16k, WangXian, XuanLi, MianQing, Jīn Sect WWX, Chaos Gremlin WWX, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Cloud Recesses, Found Family, pure idiocy, And some light murder, good madam jin, No Angst, Canon Divergence)
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5. anyone has any recommendations of modern with cultivation aus? preferably similar to "the truth will out (when caught in video)" by kizu_katana, or just good and similar to the book characterizations (im also a little in the mood for some not jiang friendly). thank you ♥︎
a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, parallel universes, post-canon, getting together, pining, case fic) this, is kinda modern, but as in modern wangxian travel back in tima and meet canon wangxian
💙 this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending) and of course, my absolute favorite
Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ, modern cultivation, single parent LWJ, swordflight instructor WWX, fluff, protective LWJ, getting together, smut) but this one's jiang positive iirc
💙 the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, modern culitvation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)
Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)
Coil Tightly by Thunderstruck (Blueyed_Impala) (T, 50k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ, Shifters, Modern with Magic, WWX is oblivious to magic, Slow Burn, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, References to Animal Abuse but the animal is LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX has abandonment issues, Possessive LWJ, Clueless Flirting, OC Lan disciples for plot reasons)
other earths and skies by binghecarer (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, (but not in the typical way?), Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Scars and Injuries, Curses, making a deal with a mysterious mountain spirit (?) to help your found family?, there was only one bed and it had narrative significance, (oh my god it had narrative signigicance), Hurt/Comfort)
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6. #itmf some similar fics to "hidden in the clouds" by karmiya, as in cultivator lan wangji and courtesan wei wuxian 🩷🐇 thank you for the good work!!
Some Things Are Just Fate by Signe_chan (E, 24k, WangXian, Prostitution, Rape/Non-con Elements, Injury, it's soppy actually I promise, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending)
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7. Hi. For the ITMF I'd like to ask for fics where Wei Wuxian somehow hurts Lan Wangji unintentionally and obviously feels really bad about it (the more angsty, the better) but no WIPs please
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8. Hi there, can I hop on this IITMF series? Because I am in the mood for ✨️royalty wangxian✨️ and I feel like I've read them all (I know I haven't and need help finding some). Preferrably finished, but not a dealbreaker. I especially love ones that have passion through social etiquette, carefully crafted rituals, and words that mean WAY more than what they seem, you know? Sorry if its too much, its a tall order. Thanks also for this awesome account.
practicing our mistakes | End Racism in the OTW by isabilightwood (E, 49k, WangXian, Fairy Tale, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, royalty-adjacent AU, rom com, all the parents live, especially Mama Lan, who needs a divorce, consort competition, lwj does NOT want to participate, fake courting his best friend is the obvious solution, Qīnghéng-jūn's A+ Parenting, matchmaking while mutual pining, wwx is a mostly human-looking demon, Monsterfucking, Submissive LWJ, Dominant WWX, Bondage, (fully consensual), Outdoor Sex, Fluff and Light Angst, wwx's tail expresses his emotions, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX)
Royalty AU Compilation
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9. Hello! As always, thanks so much for all your work, I have found some beautiful works and authors thanks to you ^.^
I need help finding fics where cql! Wangxian meet novel! Wangxian or similar scenarios. I’m so sure I have read some of them but now I can’t find even one! Could you give me a hand please?
I remember enjoying the dynamics of “what do you mean you are/aren’t married!” And I just wanted to re read some :,)
Thanks!! @neko-in-gotham
💙 feel better love by Anonymous (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, implied WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Somewhat Seriously, in a haha jk...unless? way, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Crossover)
Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, Post-Canon)
We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not Rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL WWX and MDZS WWX Exchange places, Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It)
The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 55k, WIP, WangXian, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)
not quite the same by M00_Nie (T, 5k, WangXian, Post-Canon Módào Zǔshī Novel, Married WangXian, Established Relationship, Multiverse, WWX in MXY's Body, WWX in WWX's Body, Post-The Untamed (TV), flustered lwj, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX being a menace, wangxian being in love, Dorks in Love, Alternate Universes, Fluff, A little bit of angst, WWX Being WWX, WWX is a Panicked Gay Supportive LWJ)
the roots by thelastdboy (E, 30k, wangxian, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, post-canon, post-untamed, MDZS/CQL combination, transmigrator LWJ, dimension travel, time travel, parallel universes, desperation, WWX pov, LWJ pov, heavy angst, mental health issues, giref/mourning, abandonment, depression, suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, getting together, rogue cultivator WWX, WQ lives, found family, cottagegore, it gets worse before it gets better) gotta do some self-promo for #9
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10. Hiii I love your page and I thank you for your hard work in finding us so many fics 😁
For the next ITMF, do you know of any fics about A) JC being brought back as a fierce corpse like WN and this making everything somehow better or B) any good crossover fics of Hualian just taking care of bb WY (or even after he dies) and just WY getting the family and status he deserves? @crazy-gay-killxr
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11. Hello! Thank you for all that you guys do!! <3
I was looking for some fics with wangxian as grandparents
The Boy with the Sunshine Smile by Witch_Nova221 (T, 153k, WangXian, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Post-Canon, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Parenthood, Growing Up) it's not a major plotpoint, but wangxian become grandparents at the end of this story
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12. Hello hello! (^▽^) I was wondering if you got any fic were WWX's cultivation doesn't corrupt/actively harm him, like it's not really more dangerous then reguler cultivation, like he knows how to do it safely, something like that? it would also be nice if others learn that and/or WWX explain how it's safe,
Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? By 3988Akasha (E, 110k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, Canonical Character Death, Soulmates, Demonic Cultivation, Original Female Character(s), Emotional Constipation, Minor Character Death, Hand Jobs, Sexual Content, Bathing/Washing, Idiots in Love, Poetry, Mild Gore, Anal Sex, Angst, Rimming, Blow Jobs)
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13. ITMF the filthiest spiciest hottest WangXian fic you've ever read.
I Won't Tell If You Won't by anxiousTypist (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Masturbation, Public Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, but not really, no one sees, Coming In Pants, Wet & Messyish, Mildly Dubious Consent, PWP)
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14. Does anyone know if any TopGun Aus exist? I feel like mdzs would have a field day with this concept. Especially with the volleyball scene. I've read Pacific Rim au that was really good so I'm more or less curious since I see both of these movies in the same category. @skylar-lei1634
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15. Hi! So this one is a mix of itmf and ficfinder request, but I remember reading a fic where WWX got pregnant via talisman. Do you know a fic like this? Because I can‘t find it for the love of god, but I want that plot and more of it. Thank you so much! @desperation-is-my-middle-name (also in a previous FF post)
with arms wide open by violia (M, 4k, WangXian, Character Entering Into M/M Marriage Invents Mpreg In Hopes Of Pleasing Their Spouse With An Heir, Fluff, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Slight Misunderstandings, secret reveal)
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16. any fics where wwx comes back to life and lwj doesnt recognize him but falls in love "again"? @chellsky
Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX) this one that i recently recced
By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal)
Tumblr series Lady Mo by Shanastoryteller is ongoing. Here's a link to the latest one because it has links to ask the previous installments so far, but definitely recommend reading in order so start with the first one.
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17. Hello, for the next ITMF(In the mood for), I’m looking for wangxian mpreg fanfictions with scenes of childbirth in. Preferably with Wei Wuxian being the pregnant partner.
Thank you for your work and i hope you have a great day.
Blood, Google, and Love by Prairie_Grass (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, they were roommates, A/B/O Dynamics, Getting Together, Mpreg, semi graphic giving birth, Alpha LWJ, Omega wwx, Intersex Omegas, (or you could head-canon WWX as trans if you wanted), Fluff and Angst, the run-on sentences are on-purpose because WWX and LWJ are both:, neurodiverse characters, slightly traumatic birth)
Surprise Baby! by trulywicked (M, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Didn't know he was pregnant, birthing scene, Little bit of blood, A/B/O Dynamics, Inspired by Twitter, Established Relationship, Fluff)
On The Way Home by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 59k, wangxian, Modern, Mpreg, Non-a/b/o mpreg, Unprotected Sex, Unexpected Pregnancy, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Pining while fucking)
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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***
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astra-dark · 1 year ago
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Trigun fanfic recommendations!
I made a list of Trigun fic recommendations over on Twitter so I thought I’d share them here too! Some of these are spicy so mind the ratings and tags!
Echoes between stars by @faindri | Vashmeryl | Rated M
This fic is so amazing! You’ve got cat boy Vash, Meryl being a badass, action, plot twists that already have my jaw on the floor. Go read this immediately!
Sea foam by @noaafishfieldguide | Vashmeryl, Millywood | Rated T
Absolutely love this fic! If you like mermaids, small towns with big secrets, and the occasional spooky vibe, this fic is for you!
Thirty pieces of silver by @hashtagcaneven | Mashwood | Rated M
One thing y’all need to know about me is that I’m an absolute sucker for fantasy AUs and this one ticks all my boxes! It’s romantic, action packed, and beautifully written, GO READ IT!
Through the deep dark forest long by @dingusttmax | Mashwood | Rated M
Princess mononoke AU! This fic is absolutely fantastic and I love it so much that I’m currently working on binding it into a physical book
Reporter’s notes by @museqmeg | Vashmeryl | Rated M
Reporter’s notes was the first Trigun I ever read and I still love it to pieces! It’s sequels, Sheets and Snapshots, are also fantastic! Definitely a must read 💕
Separate the head and heart by Inkpot_gods | Mashwood | rated T
Did I mention I love fantasy AUs yet? this fic is absolutely fantastic and hits the fairytale vibes just right, I reread it at least once a week
Sometimes it’s heaven sent by @dingusttmax | Mashwood | Rated E
Have I ever watched pushing up daisies before? No, but I read this AU anyway and I’m so glad I did because it’s incredible and I think about this fic all the time
Fire on the mountain by Yuka_laylee | Mashwood | Rated M
This fic is SO good! I’ve never seen a Jurassic park themed AU before but it work so well and I can’t wait to see where the plot goes!
Get your hopes up by Shinzouing |Stryfewood / Mashwood | Rated E
I love me some post July Mashwood flavored Stryfewood and this is definitely my favorite one! I’ve reread this fic 4 or 5 times now and still find new things to love about it!
Heart on ripped sleeves by inkpot_gods | Mashwood | Rated E
This fic y’all, this FIC! It’s made me laugh at points and it also made sobbed so hard I had to take walk because of it, it’s so good. I haven’t got to read it’s sequels yet but I can’t wait to!
Runaway roots by starcrxssed | Mashwood | Rated E
This fic a bit heavier than my other recs so please mind the tags if you decide to read it but it’s still fantastic! I’m not usually one for strangers to lovers but this one is just 👌
The Lighthouse by EloFromMars | Vashwood | Rated E
I love me some spooky creature/ crypid Vash and this fic delivers just that and then some! I love all the Millywood friendship moments we get in here, it’s so nice to see how much they care about each other!
Hold me like a grudge by Lenipez | Mashwood | Rated T
I absolutely love fairies in fiction so this fic was already right up my alley! I love the how each side of the relationship has a different dynamic so far, I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds. My favorite part of the fic tho? Meryl calls Wolfwood kitten
Till forever falls apart by @chaoticbuka | Vashwood | Rated E
Or the alternate title “Buka hits me specifically right in the heartstrings” the fic lol but seriously I love this fic, the way that Wolfwood’s Vash haunts the narrative like the ghost that Nick originally should be is so good! As a side note, Vash has freckles here and I need more of that in my life 💕
A multitude of sins by DespiteWhatShouldBeOtherwise | Vashwood | Rated M
I’m only half way through this fic rn but it’s already so amazing! The romance might be slow burn but the plot is so engaging that you’re never bored and wondering when the romance will pick up. As a Meryl lover, I absolutely love that she’s so important to not only both Vash and Wolfwood but also the story itself.
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HAPPY BDAYYY if spinner was in the fantasy au, what would he be?
I actually make a poll once asking just this question. Here is the result:
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Personally, I had picked Bar Maiden. But the people have spoken. So I would combine the two together and say he was a sad, poor Bar Maiden who dreamed of adventure and so one day he just up and left to go become a Knight. Which is basically what happened in canon!
(Ohhh i actually have this Spinaraki Fantasy AU fanfic in my drafts. Have a snippet:
working title: ten moments with the tenth prince of the kingdom of darkness
1.
The sword— its blade gleaming in the moonlight; the hilt smoothly curved, made of a dark wood inlaid with silver; top half of the grip strangely wrapped with a strip of red silk— the sword was beautiful. 
Shuuichi focused on that beauty, tried putting all his attention on admiration, because then he could ignore the puddle of blood he was kneeling in. It was still warm, stewing with chunks of flesh not yet dissolved, belonging to someone who moments earlier tried to kill him. 
His life was still in danger, and the sword might be the thing that would ultimately kill him, but at least it was the magnificent sword of a prince.
“There’s nothing I can offer you,” Shuuichi said. He wasn’t anything, he was a nobody. A drudge, a window cleaner barely allowed to step foot into the palace. A beastman that wasn’t ferocious or strong or deft, just a lizard with a nearly useless bloodline ability. “Nothing I can give or do.” 
In the brief quiet that followed, Shuuichi realized too late that he forgot to use honorifics. The Prince, however, didn’t seem to notice or care. 
“Answer the question,” the Prince said. “I wasn’t asking if you had anything to offer. I’m asking if you want to serve me.” He tapped the tip of the sword on the ground, the sharp sound sending a shiver throughout Shuuichi’s being. “As a vassal.” Another tap. “A retainer.” Another tap. “My retainer.” 
It was more than presumptuous for Shuuichi to even think about who he’d choose to serve under, but in all honesty, to any other royal heir, he would’ve sworn his loyalty immediately. The Sixth Prince was the Necromancer General, working closely with the Grand Chancellor, in charge of the Demon Lord’s First Legion, the battalions of the undead. The Ninth Prince, who could control the skies, was currently conquering the southern islands. If Shuuichi could’ve, he would chosen to serve the legendary Fourth Prince, unmatched with his blade, dying standing up when taking on an Eastern army but not before he decimated half of it.
All the Princes and Princesses—they were said to have the extraordinary potential to become the next Demon Lord. Each was already slowly shaping the world, twisting reality at will, ready to wrestle fate into their liking. 
The Tenth Prince, however… People say that Tenth Prince Tomura was the favored one out of all of the Demon Lord’s heirs, the only one to be granted the royal name, to receive the services of the Great Steward and Keeper of Gates. Rumor was, Prince Tomura was actually the Demon Lord’s blood and flesh son… and that was the only reason he was one of the Princes of the realm. The title was for show; his name and status given to prevent him from throwing a tantrum. Prince Tomura had the touch of death and destruction, which was powerful indeed, but he lacked anything else that makes one princely. Childish and lazy and undignified, he might not be completely sane. Shuuichi could confirm. He has seen the Tenth Prince scratch his neck bloody; seen that the Prince kept and talked to severed hands; seen the Prince’s quarters, which was not much cleaner than a landfill. 
Did Shuuichi want to pledge his life away to this man? Follow Prince Tomura as he goes aimlessly towards an inevitable dead-end? He wanted Shuuichi, and that seemed reason enough to not accept. 
But you have absolutely nothing to lose, his heart whispered. Why not do something, anything with your waste of a life? 
Shuuichi said yes.
The Prince grinned. He held out the sword. “Kiss the blade, then, and swear it.” A tradition of fealty, deference to power, acknowledgement of the Prince’s hold on his life, love for his new master, unafraid of the dangers up ahead and willing to die for the Prince. Shuuichi knew the words, having heard stories, seen people try to copy it. Now, somehow, it was his turn.
Shuuichi kissed the blade, and could feel the silver of metal edge against his scales, a soft scraping feeling that made him shiver, and made his oath.
"My life, my powers, my heart and body - all that I am is yours."
2. 
“My prince!” Jin exclaimed, his salute to the Prince turning into a flourish of the arm, nearly hitting Shuuichi in the face. “Doesn’t Shuuichi look good? It doesn’t suit him at all!” 
The Prince lounges on a sofa, in his hand a glass of wine, the very picture of decadence. “What’s with the vest?” He pointed. “The blue dots?” 
“Mix-up at the tailors!” Jin said. “Was gonna go get the right one, but Shuuichi said no.” 
“I like the color blue.” Shuuichi said. He didn’t see anything wrong with the vest; it was already fancier than anything he had ever worn. Everything else was exactly what he had been given to wear - the uniform of black and silver, the light armor, the heavy boots, the red cape embroidered with the royal crest and the Prince’s own sigil. 
“It’s not standard livery.” Lord Kurogiri said. 
“It’s fine,” the Prince said. “Jin already has his helmet.” 
“I must keep covered,” Jin told Shuuichi, for all the sense it made. The metal helmet obscured his entire face and caused everything he said to carry a slight echo. 
The Prince’s first retainer was the reason Shuuichi even became noticeable enough to catch someone’s attention in the first place. One day Jin greeted him, then yelled at him for missing a spot that wasn’t there on the window Shuuichi was wiping. After that, Jin just kept talking at Shuuichi, chattering about his (un)favorite types of alcohol and tobacco; the (dis)comfort of having his underwear bunch up in his new livery; the birds he had (not) seen that day. 
For a while, Shuuichi never responded with more than a few respectful words. He wasn’t interested in whatever game Jin wanted to play, and he wasn’t dumb enough to think the man wanted to be friends without some expectation Shuuichi could not afford to meet. But despite the way he talked, Jin seemed so genuine. The moment he did start to reply, of course, was when someone assumed he could be kidnapped for information.
Jin had been a soldier in the Second Legion. He had an accident with his doubling magic and it drove him insane. Almost tossed out of the army, Jin was saved when Prince Tomura took him into his service.
The other royal heirs had dozens of retainers. The Eighth Prince commanded his own small army. Prince Tomura now had just two to serve him. 
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Young Royals Fic Rec List 2023
The holidays are coming early for this lovely fandom. I present you my favourite fanfics from this year to tide us all over until season 3.
Canon / Missing Moments
a running start (T) by This_time_its_just_me It’s so surreal to see him standing here in the Palace, in the Royal apartments where Wille had grown up through all the good and the bad of his life. It’s an image he couldn't have imagined, not in the sheer unremarkable and yet truly remarkable way it feels in reality. Sure he’d conjured up images of him, ghosts of memories and fantasies tangled together in a love-sick teenager's ache of loss. However, this is him here, pragmatic and tangible and real and it’s just difficult to wrap his mind around it.
Post Canon (maybe)
The equation of you Whiterabbit11 Simon is hurt and unconscious at the local hospital. Rosh watches, Ayub sleeps, and Wille is not happy.
All my loving (I will send to you) (M) @pagegirlintraining „Especially now that they’d been happily dating again for nearly ten months, Simon could’ve easily just teased Wille about being a drama queen and then kissed the pout off his lips. He didn’t, though. Instead, he kept staring at Wille’s handwriting, usually scrawly but now tidy and precise, feeling his heart slowly break for the sad, lonely boy who’d written and never sent this letter all those months ago.”
Baby, We Are Front-Page News (M) Ripki When Wille says, it was me, in front of the whole school – in front of the whole world – Simon feels simultaneously light with joy and leaden with trepidation. Once again, he is suddenly thrust from obscurity into spotlight, from normalcy into absurdity. He is certain though that together he and Wille can face anything. However, that is soon put to test, when a hurtful article about Simon hits the press.
no need for verbier (NR) starrystoryteller simon finds out about verbier
Fix Its
The daisy follows soft the sun (G) @romanticalrj Simon has two dark red seeds inked into his skin just below his belly button. He has always had them. He doesn’t remember a time when he looked into the mirror and that pair of burgundy seeds weren’t staring back at him. To Simon, the marks are an obligation. He doesn’t ever want to be tied to someone in this irreversible, caging way. But, as in most things in his life, Simon doesn’t get a choice. The seeds sit and sit on his belly for years, ignored and hidden and resented.
AUs
Ivy (M) unfortunate17 Wilhelm raises his eyebrows as well. “Pirate Captain Simon Eriksson.” He watches as Simon swallows, stepping forward to set the coins down on the countertop. He still smells like the ocean, Wilhelm notes vaguely, like sunshine and sea-salt. Ayub looks between the two of them, alarm twisting across his features until Wille sighs. “I’m not here to arrest anyone.”
obviously (M) grapehyasynth In their final year of secondary school, Simon and Wille find themselves entering a potent, secret relationship that threatens to upend both their lives. It can't last, but neither can they stop being a part of each other's lives. Over the next few years, even as everything around them changes, even as they hurt and lose each other, they keep finding themselves drawn together. Normal People AU.
Can you see me now? (T) kimmeke wilhelm needs eye surgery and has no one to help him with his recovery. he turns to his only option left: his next door neighbor simon
You're Still the One (M) queerfrogprince Simon and Wille meet on tumblr as teenagers, but when they lose contact, Simon doesn't think he'll ever hear from Wille again, much less bump into him in a supermarket in Stockholm one random afternoon. It's been five years, after all. He barely even thinks about Wille anymore. But, it seems, Wille never stopped thinking about him. Maybe it's not too late to rekindle what they had at fifteen, after all.
Hetero of the Year @girls-are-weird Prince Wilhelm is nominated for the Hetero of the Year award at the QX Gay Gala. In response, he freaks out. Simon, his popstar friend who's been pining for him for the better part of a year, worries this might mean Wille's secretly homophobic. After all, what other reason could there be for him to get so upset?
Slightly unhinged - but so worth it
Sorry this is awkward, I didn’t mean to airdrop that to you (T) @piebingo Wille accidentally airdrops his own fanfiction to a stranger in the library. (Written for the yr week 2023, the prompt of day 2: Alternate Meeting)
fighting dragons with you (T) burntromacesea “You have another knight in shining armor come to rescue you from my evil clutches and my murderous dragon,” Simon comments blandly, handing his husband a cup of coffee, “he should be here by this afternoon.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/45092605
Simon-Appreciation-Posts (T) DrogonTheDragon Wille didn't mean for it to blow up as it did. He didn’t.  … or Wille makes a secret Simon Eriksson fan account and it gets a lot more attention than he intended.
Of Dinosaurs, Unicorns and the Perfect Proposal (G) @groenendaelfic Five-year-old Wilhelm steals his Mamma’s engagement ring to propose to Simon. Linda questions her life choices.
E - Rated
One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind (E) pagegirlintraining, TheAmberFox When Wille first sees Simon, the rest of the world simply fades away. Which would be romantic and all, if it didn’t lead to him blindly stumbling into the sex shop Simon works at. Once he figures out his mistake, it’s already too late. But Wille wouldn’t be Wille if he let that stop him from pursuing the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen. If only things didn’t keep getting in the way of his plans…
Fuck the Monarchy (E) itsme_hi_imtheproblem Simon and Wille get stuck with each other when they both intern at the riksdag. Wille is intent to just get this dreaded thing over with. Simon can't believe he of all people has to work not only with an old conservative but with the literal prince. Both are surprised by the inexplicable and inevitable pull they feel towards each other.
say my name, say it loud (E) margosfairyeye (Skittery) The argument scene in the locker room in s02e04, but this time there's sex. (inspired by how much I thought there was going to be a spicy scene when I saw Simon come out in that towel)
Three Floors Down (E) emerybemery Simon hates how he can’t keep his eyes off Wille whenever he sees him. He hates how Wille seems to stare back at him with a borderline intoxicating intensity.
A Marvellous Time Ruining Everything @earlgrey-lateatnight Henry accidentally witnesses an intimate moment between Wille and Simon. How will they deal with the fallout?
The darker stuff Watch out for the trigger warnings and tags.
when you find me, let me in (G) paintersong Simon winced with guilt as Wille’s wide eyes traced his laptop. “Crown Prince Wilhelm Denies Involvement in Viral Sex Video” glared back, and Wille blinked, stepping away from the screen, away from Simon, away from the sting of betrayal.
Everybody loves you now (M) lc2l International pop sensation Simme has announced on Instagram that he will be celebrating the end of his sold out world tour with five consecutive shows in Stockholm starting TONIGHT and running through the week. This will be his first extended stay in Sweden in four years, since he graduated from high school and flew to L.A. to sign a record deal. And what is Wilhelm supposed to do with that.
In Another Life (E) @ungaroyals Wilhelm never returned to Hillerska after winter break, and he has spent his entire life regretting it. Nearly a decade later, he runs into Simon. He had hoped he'd successfully moved on from his feelings after all these years, but clearly, he was wrong. The two spend a passionate night together, expecting it to be their last. That is until it happens a second time when the two come arrangement that suits both their needs. Friends with benefits? No, they'd have to actually be friends for that to be the case. So this is it for this year. I must confess I did not have time to read everything. So if you have things that are missing in this list put them in the comments please. I also don't know everyones tumblr, so feel free to share with your mutuals.
The list from 2022 you can find here
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