#but the smile on my face for being tagged in this 🤌

[juskru]

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[slasher-dasher]

Hey Aster 😊

I love the way you write about the slashers 🤌🏻 My favourite one is the RZ! Micheal Myers ones 💓

Can I please request a Brahms heelshire SFW and NSFW shot? If possible ♥️

I really love that wall man 😫

I ALSO REALLY LOVE THAT WALL MAN!!! He and rz!Myers have a chokehold on my mind rn

Brahms Heelshire Oneshots

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

(gn!reader for both, NSFW w/tags below the line :> )

Priorities (SFW)

Brahms’ chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, small snores slipping out as he slept. His curled-up form covering only a tiny portion of the queen-sized bed, one that he hadn’t slept in in years. It was nice. It was warm. It was… comfortable. He missed this bed, this room. All those years merely being a witness to the room that he once grew up in, and he was finally able to enjoy the space again. An arm shifting around him caught his attention, a soft smile forming over his lips at the sleeping figure on the other side of the bed. His most recent nanny lay in the space, one arm lazily thrown across his waist while their face was buried in the pillow. This one hadn’t thought taking care of the doll was a joke at first, much like all the others did. No, they cared for him as if they were made to, and in a way, they were. Brahms traced his fingers over the curves of their face, being careful not to wake the sleeping form. The way a soft blush bloomed across the cheeks almost instantly always made him giggle, and he loved the curve of the jaw and how it contrasted so beautifully with the neck. An alarm went off in a spare bedroom, startling him so much that he jumped, pulling back as if he had done something wrong. It was 7 am. The eyes of the figure next to him slowly fluttered open, hand moving from his waist to bury itself in his hair, fingers toying with the curls and nails scratching at his scalp.

“You ready to get up love?” 

“Can we stay here a bit longer?” His voice was pleading, almost sure you would say yes without him having to do much. Brahms rested his arm over your waist, letting his hand trace shapes into the small of your back.

“No Brahms, we have to follow the rules, remember? This’ll mess up your sleep schedule if we don’t get up sweetheart. And I have to turn off that alarm,” even though the voice was light, it still carried a sense of authority.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” He pouted behind his mask, eyes shining brightly like a kid on Christmas day. He knows you can’t say no to him when he looks at you with those eyes.

“Hmm, maybe just once-” You had barely finished speaking before he buried his porcelain face into your chest, a happy hum spilling out of Brahms’s throat as he got comfortable in your arms again. The cold material made you gasp for a moment, but you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your bodies curled around each other, heavy sheets protecting you from the ever-present chill in the Heelshire mansion.

“I love you~” A kiss was pressed to your neck, gentle as the porcelain lips it came from before Brahms closed his eyes again, body relaxing in your hold while he cuddled closer to you, if such a thing were possible.

“I love you too~” The alarm would go off by itself in a few minutes. You have something more important to take care of right now.

Keep Quiet (NSFW)

(tags: dom!reader, bratty Brahms, sub!Brahms, praise, oral (reader receiving), slight ownership if you squint)

You had almost gotten through the day before Brahms had started to act up. Though, it wasn’t as if you could fully blame him this time. Malcolm had been late delivering the groceries, which meant that dinner was pushed back until he was able to get what you (well… Brahms) had asked for this week. You had tried offering him snacks, sweets, sandwiches, just anything that would hold him over until you could manage to make dinner. He refused everything, shoving it away from him like it was poisoned, arms crossed with a loud huff as he turned his head away from you. You sighed, leaving the room for a brief moment to collect yourself, but it was long enough for Brahms to wonder if you were going to come back. He knew you would. You always do… right?

“Are you going to sit here and pout all day now? You were being so good earlier,” your voice made him jump, unaware that you had walked through the other door of the dining room. For as long as he had lived in this house, he still hadn’t gotten used to the layout from outside the walls. Just as he was going to speak, the sound of the doorbell echoed down the long halls of the estate. You sighed in relief, going to retrieve the groceries with Brahms right on your heels before setting everything up in the kitchen. The smell of spices and the sound of meat sizzling along with a boiling pot of noodles quickly filled the space, while Brahms took his usual place on the counter. He was a great taste tester, and you thought the second you started cooking he would slip right back into his role. How wrong you were. Right now he was still in “brat mode” as you liked to call it, refusing to even look at you unless he wanted to get under your skin. If ignored, he would complain louder. If acknowledged, he would fuss. A few harsh glances in his direction would keep him quiet for a short while, but once he was done squirming he would start up again.

“How much longeeeer,” he whined, voice breaking from the high-pitched one from earlier into his more natural, no, more needy voice. Suddenly, you had an idea. It would keep him busy, and give you time to cook without being interrupted. You snapped your fingers, watching his eyes lock onto them for direction. Good. He was still obedient like this. You motion toward the tile in front of you, silently instructing him to take his place there. Brahms hesitated for a moment, but slipped off of the counter with a grace someone like him shouldn’t have. He took his place on his knees in front of you, hands resting on your thighs and eyes locked on you, barely wet with tears that threatened to spill behind his mask. Poor boy thought he was in trouble, and in a way, he was. You voice was smooth as you spoke, fingers curling around the edge of the porcelain mask, lifting it off of his face and onto the now empty counter. He whimpered, lip pushed out in a pout until your hand found its way into his curls.

“Keep your mouth busy while I cook, hm? Think you can do that pretty boy?” You toyed with his hair, making his breath hitch as he hummed and nodded, hands quickly working to get your pants off. This was the Brahms you knew, the one looking up at you with hazy eyes as he took you into his mouth, not wasting a second to send waves of pleasure through your body as he pressed his tongue to you. Your hips kept his head flush against the oven door, his hands gripping your thighs so tight you’re sure they’d be bruised. This would be a test for both of you. On his end, how long he could resist before begging you to abandon the food on the stove. To just grip his hair and use his mouth until you were satisfied. He would let you, of course. He was yours, after all. On your end, how long you could pretend he wasn’t there. Pretend that all of his desperate mewls weren’t distracting you from your task or the way his lips curled around you like you were carved from the same body. Ultimately, you knew you would relent first. Taking care of Brahms was always your first priority, so with a swift click of the burner turning off, you let yourself melt into him. He shifted under you, hips grinding against your shoe, desperate for any kind of release. Soon, you both reached your breaking point, his moans sending shocks through your body as you twitched into his mouth, and your grip on his hair sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head. When you finally let go, dropping to your knees to join him in the mess you had both made, pressing your foreheads together as your breaths mixed in the small space you had created.

“Was I good?” His voice was broken from use, eyes glazed over from the pleasure of serving you, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders now as he steadied himself.

“Of course you were~” You pressed gentle kisses onto his face, tracing his jaw with your lips and his waist with your fingers while you both came down from your highs. Dinner would be saved for tomorrow. Or, at least until you both could stand.

[simp4konig]

My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀

Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn’t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.

But that’s just my little HC 😌

Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌

No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...

... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33

König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺

+ father König drabbles🤭

Word count: ~2022

*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗

*General headcannons for König

Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee

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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.

To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.

Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.

Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.

As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.

Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.

Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.

It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.

Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.

So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.

For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.

Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.

Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.

All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.

Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.

Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:

"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".

You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.

He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.

Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.

Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀

Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.

"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"

Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐

...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭

I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭

I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)

As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.

She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.

"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "

Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:

"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."

The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.

"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.

A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."

Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.

"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"

Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.

Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.

On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺

Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼‍♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩

Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.

Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.

What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.

Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.

Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.

And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.

If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.

Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.

He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:

Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;

Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;

Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.

The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔

Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.

All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.

If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.

He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.

To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.

He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.

His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.

Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.

Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.

Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨

Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.

A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.

Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...

...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️

...

Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...

...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼‍♀️💫✨🧚‍♀️💓

Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head����💓 😍😍😍

*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍

[milawritesstuff]

pedri/gavi smut where he’s fingering the reader while making out but the reader having a hard time kissing back because he’s fingers inside her

A/N: I felt inspiration when I opened my inbox earlier today and saw this one. I didn’t proofread so hope it’s okay lol. Imagine this with Warriors game Pedri ughhhhhh 🤤🤌🏼

Warnings: soft smut

•••

Somehow you ended up on Pedri’s lap. You had spent all day in his house, the lights were dim and a movie played in the background. He looked into your eyes and smiled as his hands rested on your ass. Your pink dress draped high on your thighs.

-Me vuelves loco, lo sabes?- You drive me crazy, do you know that? He asks as he leans forward and nudges your nose with his. You drape your hands around his neck and smile. -Y tu a mi.- You manage to whisper as he lifts your nose up to place a soft kiss on your lips. A warm feeling travels throughout your body as his soft wet lips take yours in. You smile into the kiss as his hands travel under your dress and he softly caresses your ass.

After a few kisses you hear him groan as he felt you begin to move your body against him. -Babygirl, if you don’t stop that I’m going to get hard.- his low huskey voice sends vibrations throughout your body as you nip at his bottom lip. -I don’t see why that would be so bad.- You say as he chuckles and shakes his head. -Eres una cabrona.-

He leaned in again for another kiss. Your hands comb through his hair pulling it a little causing him to let out a low moan. You feel yourself get wet from his moan, moving your hand to cup his jaw as he continues to kiss you practically melting you into his touch.

In between kisses Pedri moved his hand from your bum to your inner thigh causing you to shiver at his touch. His hands moved quickly and pushed your undies aside so that his fingers were now toying with your folds. You left his lips and went to his neck leaving wet kisses until you took his earlobe into your mouth and whispered -Just do it.-

-Do what?- He spat back as your lips traveled all throughout his neck. His fingers teasing you and him growing harder as he felt your wetness.

You let out a moan once you felt one of his long fingers go inside of you. His lips took yours in as your tongues moves in sync with each other. Your hands cupped his jaw sending shivers all over his body. Another finger went in and you began to grind against them.

His kisses intoxicated you. You felt as your chest exploded with the feeling of having him. Pressure starting to form in the pit of your stomach. Each one of his kisses masked your moans until they couldn’t anymore.

You threw your head back and with your eyes closed let out a moan along with his name. Pedri continued to move his fingers as he stated at your face in pure pleasure, sending him in bliss. -Is it good?- He asked as your body trembled with his touch. You bit your bottom lip and moaned again without being able to respond to him.

-Oh Pedri please don’t stop, right there.- You managed to say in between whispers. Pedri continued his movement as he whispered into your ear -Here? Is that where you like it?- His words felt almost as if they were taunting you but at this point you didn’t care.

You continued to moan out his name as you felt your legs shake. His lips caught yours as you moaned out his name and came all over his fingers. He gave you one last kiss as he pulled his fingers out and took them to his mouth sucking them dry.

-I love to see you come all over my fingers.- He whispered.

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[roadkillxd]

i fucking love your blog sm man 😩🤌🏽 i’d found it when i was going through my stranger things simp phase but i just saw your recent ghost post and saw you’re asking for mw requests so could i request some power bottom male reader with a sub top konig? reader just going to town riding his dick and keeping könig bound to the bed frame so he can’t touch him? that’s really all i’m looking for pls 🥹🙏🏽 creative freedom to you otherwise and if you’re not feeling this i totally understand :)

Writing for König's a bit hard since he's not a full campaign character, but I think this came out good. The hood stays on during sex ♡

König x M!Reader ↪ 920 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male power bottom reader, cis male service top König, reader knows just enough German to be a tease, bondage, minor stomach bulge, unsafe sex, three years of high school level German, established relationship, bondage, size kink, rope play, begging, and pet names.  

You gasp, bracing your legs as König instinctively bucks his hips up, fucking up into you. One of your hands shoots behind you to grip his leg tight, the other rubbing at his bulging arm muscles straining against the ropes holding him in place. 

“Still—” you hiss out, sinking down to take his whole length, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. As you move your hand to his throat, the words and movement effectively get him to freeze, though not without complaint.

“Bitte, mein hase–I—God, erlauben Sie mir—”

You huff a laugh, gently grinding back onto his pulsing cock, pushing his hood up just enough to get at his lips, kissing him deep and wet as he moans high and throaty.

“Words, König,” you murmur, lovingly kissing his face through the cloth, “sing for me.”

“I have,” he whines, rolling his head back against his shoulder, “nichtmuttersprachler…”

You grin, sucking dark hickeys into his strong shoulders causing him to whine out. You can feel how desperately his thigh muscles twitch, longing to move, to please you.

“Be my good boy, love, mein guter Junge—braver Junge. Ich kann es sprechen."

König groans at your words, a moan ripping from him as you start a slow and steady pace on his cock, feeling how he stretches you out—fills you up. You can’t help the little ‘ah, ah, ah’’s that poor from your lips, feeling his spongey cockhead pressing against your sweet spot. 

Your cock kicks and dribbles precum, König whining at the site, veins bulging in his arms as he struggles again. His brain feels hazy, drunk from the feeling of being used like a toy—something to only pleasure yourself with. He wants to be good, wants to make you feel good. Anything you could want to make you feel good. 

“Feel so full,” you hum, hips speeding up until you’re bouncing on him fast and hard, “so big, baby.”

He’s heard it so many times before in his life, but hearing it from you makes him gasp wetly, a strangled moan high and reedy escaping from him. You laugh, pulling his hood up again to nibble at his lips, and the pink tip of his tongue when it peeks out searching for permission.

“Are you close?” You smile against his lips, razor sharp. He shivers.

“Yes, yes, hase—bitte, please, please,” he begs, nails digging into his palms. You reach out to rub your hands over his bunched fists, soothing him from cutting into his own skin.

“Can feel it. Can feel you pulsing in me, love,” you whisper.

“Oh fuck—!” König cries out, eyes slamming shut.

“That’s it, mein Spielzeug. Go ‘head and move, make me feel good. Fill me up, you’ve been so patient.”

König growls. You can just see how his brow furrows under the hood as he braces his feet against the bed. There’s the slightest second of stillness. The calm before the storm, his heartbeat strong against your palm as you grope at his chest.

You lift onto your knees ever so slightly, moving up and off of him just for him to growl out a desperate, scratchy “no!”

You cry out as his hips launch up, sheathing his cock into you once again. There’s no pause, no adjustment period (though by God, are you stretched enough) as König fucked up into you like a crazed man, the both of your moans mixing together, almost drowned out by the wet slap of skin against skin—the squelch of your lube slick hole adjusting to his girth over and over. 

He doesn’t falter in his movements, and you can feel that heavy weight in your tummy where he pounds into you. You know if you pressed down on the fat there you could feel his cock moving inside of you—pummeling your tight little hole. 

And that’s exactly what you do.

Pushing down on your stomach you cry out as the head of his cock rubs past your fingertips through the layers of skin and fat and muscle. And König, fuck, König can feel it. Feel the faintest sensation of touch, of your fingers brushing over the bulge of his cock inside of you. 

It has the both of you tumbling over the edge, König thrusting up so hard and holding there that he’s essentially supporting your entire weight on just his hips and lap alone. Your spend splatters across his torso, wet and hot as his own cum fills your hole, deep and heavy. 

He all but collapses back onto the bed, taking you with him for the most part. When his cock slips out you nearly choke at the sudden feeling of emptiness and the hot mess of his cum leaking out of you. 

“Hase…” König grumbles, voice gravelly.

“Yes, love?” You whisper back, your head resting on his pec turning to peer up at him.

He pauses for a long moment. You can see how the cloth shifts over his mouth. He frowns.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, tone laced with worry. With regret. You chuckle and his eyes flutter shut in abject relief.

“You could never hurt me, braver Junge. My sweet darling,” you caress his cheek through the cloth and he nuzzles into it like a touch-starved feline, turning to press a kiss to your palm past the mask, “do you want to be untied?”

König shakes his head, his eyes remaining shut as his breathing finally returns to a steady, slow rattle.

“A little longer…” he quietly requests. You nod, settling against him.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Skywarp helping Thundercracker get over his depression by telling him to write fanfiction 🤌🤌🤌 like I’ve never considered it before but it’s now been ingrained in my brain that he’s a fanfic writer bc it’s very in character for him. And now skywards gotta figure out how to get Starscream to feel alive. Who knows how he does it. Is it science? Is fashion? Is it G1 starscreams favourite hobby of being a bastard?

It’s probably not that…

I'm glad you asked! I think we've got a pretty great idea for what he does for Starscream

So, Vos is a flying city, right? It's way, waaay up in the atmosphere, barely a gleaming speck when viewed from the ground, and it has no set day or night cycle due to it constantly moving independently of Cybertron's rotation. As a result, though the acid rains they produce nourish the vast crystal flora on the planet beneath them, Vos is entirely barren. It's environment is entirely unfit for crystals and they can't thrive, bleeding their color til they turn gray and shattering to dust within mere hours. Because of this, most Vosians have never even seen a real crystal flower before.

This is where Skywarp comes in. Starscream can only pursue his love of science, of exploration, of the unknown in the palace's vast library. This sort of thing would put Skywarp to sleep, but there's always fire in the prince's optics when he's glued to a textbook or meticulously scanning through advanced theories, and it's clear he's boundlessly curious. He'd love to do some proper hands on science, but it's not necessary for his future as the Winglord to know advanced physics or xenobiology, so the current ruling trine wouldn't approve. In a perfect world, Skywarp would love to see a laboratory space installed in the palace, but seeing as that's not going to happen anytime soon, he sets his sights elsewhere

The idea comes to him after a portrait catches his eye in the halls while he's escorting the prince and his fiance. It's a beautiful painting, lovingly crafted and flawless perfection down to the tiniest detail. It depicts Starscream's carrier, visibly sparked, his chassis glowing softly with the life he carries and belly perfectly round. He's seated in his throne, a regal, serene smile on his face, posture perfect and arms tenderly cradling the swell of his midsection. It was a commemorative painting to celebrate the Winglord's first concieved children, but that's not what garners his attention. No, it's the background: the second Lord of Vos is surrounded by glistening white crystal flowers, reflecting light in rainbow dapples. They're gleaming and glittering and only serve to make him glow with a heavenly backlight.

He asks Starscream if those were real flowers, and he responds that of course they were. It may have been before his birth but he knows perfectly well that his sire would never spring for anything less than the real deal. Skywarp asks if he's ever seen a crystal flower before, and Star kind of sighs, rolling his optics and shaking his helm. Of course he hasn't.

And that prompts Skywarp to suggest that maybe he should.

Starscream scoffs because that's ludicrous. Importing flowers has an asanine price tag, and they shatter within mere megacycles. The dust gets everywhere. He's seen pictures, that's plenty.

But Skywarp jumps in, insistent, "No, I mean, you should grow your own!"

Starscream barks a single, bitter laugh, because surely he must be insane. Crystal flowers dont grow in Vos, it's impossible!

...wait.

Is it impossible?

Skywarp can practically see the gears turning in his head, and goes in for the kill.

He suggests that Starscream experiment. Research. Learn. He's read plenty of books on botany, right? Sorted through academic papers and knows Vos's atmosphere extremely well. If anyone could figure out a way, it would probably be him. Crystal gardens are a common sight amongst the houses of grounders nobility; why should they have anything the seekers don't?

It takes him a long time, a lot of trial and error and a lot of research, combing digital foreign libraries and maybe even writing to botany professors from Praxus or Crystal City. Starscream noticeably changes, becoming brighter and more exuberant now that he has a hobby he truly enjoys. The shelves in his room start filling up with various pots of ground metal soil from the surface, full of seeds and withered half-sprouts, and he's always got his face in a notebook, scribbling away new theories and notes and recording data, tweaking his hypotheses and trying everything he can think of. Thundercracker is always nearby reading his latest romance novel or writing his own fantastical ideas down, and Skywarp is always there too, watching over them and thoroughly enjoying just how happy they look.

And sometimes 🤭 multiple nights a week, Skywarp takes him down to Cybertron. Checking out the gardens and wild fields of flowers around Praxus, maybe even wandering through the delicate forests surrounding Crystal City. Star takes samples and observes them with intense scrutiny, and buys hundreds upon thousands of seeds for his experiments. Skywarp has never seen him so happy, so excited, when his first crystal seed sprouts.

It's after months of work and trial and error, but miraculously, it finally happens: a shy little blue crystal sprig, poking out of it's pot by less than a pinkie's width, but it's there! Starscream is overjoyed, mumbling to himself a mile a minute and rushing to triple check the sample ID and write everything down, as well as begin mass replicating that batch to see if they can get more to grow! He's smiling so widely it looks like his cheeks may become sore, and his wings are fluttering behind him, actually fluttering, he's so pleased with himself. Skywarp lends a hand preparing more pots and flower boxes, and when Thundercracker arrives he congratulates his fiance wholeheartedly. Maybe his endeavor even inspires the blue seeker to write some more 🤭 it may not have been the chemistry lab work ups Starscream used to dream of, but the thrill of scientific experimentation and discovery feels just as good as he thought it would, and for the first time in a long time... he truly feels happy. Content. Fulfilled. And it's all thanks to this lovely courtesan. That night Skywarp puts on the best show he can, and who knows? Maybe someday, he'll be able to dance for them with petals falling from the sky 💖

[vesperpharsalius]

I read the quote you posted from golden son and I didn’t immediately read the tags so I was going crazy because I remembered the scene differently, but since I have only read GS translated in my language I thought it was a translation change. But now I feel dumb because what are the RR snippets I need more of whatever that was because that was beautiful, the lancelot part got me screaming crying and throwing up. please help😭

Thanks for the ask!

My copy of Red Rising (which is just a standard American mass–market paperback I bought back in 2016) has a teaser for Golden Son at the end, excerpts from Ch. 11–12, which cover the Gala.

It is mostly consistent with the corresponding parts of GS, with less dialogue and detail and overall polishing than the actual book, but there’s the occasional thing that got cut or changed in the final version. Strangely, the teaser at the end of my GS is identical to its corresponding scene in Morning Star—it’s the prologue—so I’m not sure whether this was deliberate.

Here’s the official version of THAT scene:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely as Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft, hands steady. Shoulders powerful, made for war. Face made for the hearts of court. And he wears the rising sun of the Morning Knight. The rumors are true. It rips through the party. The Sovereign has made him one of the twelve. Despite the fact that I won the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. But here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile. In his Golden body he has all I have and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. More handsome. Wealthier. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. Yet he has none of my burdens.

And this is the teaser from RR:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft. His hands steady. Form powerful. Shoulders made for war. Face made for the women of court. And he wears a crown badge. The Sovereign has taken him for one of her lancers. Despite the fact that I won at the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. He stalks like a famished beast as if one life cannot sate the hunger that roils inside him. Here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile, he is the man fit for stories of romance, a Lancelot galloping from myth to steal a woman who could have been, but never was, my Guinevere. His is a charmed birth. He has all I have in his Golden body and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. He is more handsome. Wealthier. A golden knight. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. He does not have my burdens.

As you can see, the final version is a little more eloquent and better–worded. The teaser is rawer and a little clumsier. But… whoever cut the Lancelot and insatiable beast bits out should go to Deepgrave, fr, because they’re just 🤌🏽

With the exception of THAT scene, the differences are minor, the Final Cut being obviously superior and often opulent by comparison. Still, there are some notable omissions that didn’t make it, like:

A brief but important conversation between Darrow and Karnus (where he guzzles like, four glasses of wine in less than a minute; Eagle Rest needs an AA chapter, apparently) about butter, in which they establish that A) Lunese food has too much butter and not enough salt and that B) butter is disgusting and makes them feel like pigs.

Karnus also mentions that Julian loved butter so much he ate it by the stick, alone. Wtf, Julian.

Darrow also remarks at one point that A) Martians pride punctuality and always arrive on time, that B) Venusians disdain it and are always fashionably late, and that C) Lunese either come first or last, to keep people guessing and mess with their heads, ofc.

(I like to imagine the Raa being equally punctual and Dido coming to dinner two hours late wearing a diaphanous dress and body glitter, getting criminally offensive side–eye.)

Secret canon facts! Reblog for Lancelot Cassius and Carny Julian.

[neteyamyawne]

I was hoping for a Trudy x Nonbinary (if not female) reader the plot is while exploring the forest y/n anixety got triggered by an ikran or something and they ran deeper in the forest as they had an anixety attack Trudy follows and manages to find them and comforts them a bit after Trudy and y/n are lost and it's getting dark this adventure of sorts kinda turns into a weird date thing as Trudy decides to make the most of it and have a nice joy ride exploration around the forest with y/n it ends with them finding a safe place to sleep, a confusion from both of them , a make out scene BC I MUST, and they fall sleep the end :)

my one thing I ask for in the make out scene it doesn't end too abruptly/ extending for a bit as long as you're comfortable with it!

Ty and have a good day/night!

A/n : Trudy is the loml 🥹 I'm sorry I couldn't post this earlier, I love Trudy so much 😭 thank you so much for requesting this, I was so excited when I saw this request, keeps asking for the human characters cuz I love them soo much 🤭🤌🏼you have a good day too, love 💚

Lost ♡

Pairing : Trudy chacon x fem!reader

Summary : request

Song : Give me promiscuous

Found 🫂

❈ Warning : anxiety attack, getting lost, crying, vomiting, mention of blood, attack by toruk, mention of head being bitten off, PTSD, making out, fluff , suggestive theme in the end but no smutt, idiots in love, mutual pinning, pet names (sweetheart, love etc), Trudy being a flirt all along.

❈ Word count : 2.5k, not proof read

❈ Note : Just think humans can breathe Pandora's air, it's important later on 😂 Hyperlink of the "memory" is given💚

"word" - dialogue , **word** - flashback

The chopper landed on the soft grass near the site 26, I hopped off on the ground, making my way towards the door with grace, she opened the airlock, getting in with Trudy, norm and Jake, I let my bag fall down almost instantly , breathing inn freely because as much as breathing the pandorian air is okay , this was much better, making a beeline to my bunk above Trudy's, climbing up I threw myself onto it, getting comfortable but my relaxation was short lived when grace demanded me to get up and come down for the collection and briefing. I went near the lab section to grab my tools hearing Trudy on the way as she exclaimed "everything's rotten in this fucking box" slamming the fridge door shut, I laughed at her, picking up what I needed, I turned around to meet up with grace as soon as possible but was stopped in my way by Trudy, her frame blocking me, raising my eyebrows at her in question, she spoke "mind if I tag along? And I don't have anything else to do either" she had a lazy smile plastered on her face and how could I say no to that?

»»————-　♡　————-««

It's been a while since me and Trudy got separated from grace and norm, traveling further and further into the thick forest,the sounds from the distance making me jump but I stopped once in a while collecting specimens and samples, Trudy walked behind me, chattering away but I didn't mind, her voice bringing me at peace, my heart fluttering when she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer as we trekked ahead, my mind was buzzing, Trudy, my long time overdue crush, had her arm around my shoulders but I tried not to react, though I knew my face was red as the great leonopteryx, keeping my eyes at the ground disguising it in the search for new plants, i talked when i had to, with short replies as in not to make a fool of myself.

Hours passed, the sky was slightly darker but the sun was still bright, as I collected enough samples for today, turning around to go back from were we came but stilled on the spot when every route looked the same, Trudy looked at me wide eyes too, we were lost, i reached my hand up to my comms but felt nothing but my skin "shit, i forgot my comms'' she looked at me with a "no shit" look, i cringed, what a nice day to choose my human body to explore rather than my avatar, i groaned, Trudy sighed sitting down on a log, i dropped down next to her clutching my sample box to my chest, we could only wait till they come find us, i looked at Trudy ``I'm sorry, i should have brought my comms'' She just laughed, nudging me with her shoulder "hey, it's okay, it's not like you did it on purpose, anyways you look cute when you blush" and i felt like my eyes would pop out, did she just call me cute? I was no better than the puddle on the ground, my throat constricted as I stuttered "tru- Trudy, i-" but I was cut off with a sickening crack of a branch resonated around us, our heads snapped towards it as a gigantic ikran made a straight dive towards us.

My eyes widened as a scream erupted from my throat, everything in my mind buzzed silent, my body stopped moving, my lungs felt like they were on fire, my legs moving on their own, stumbling through the thicket of the forest, it felt like the world was spinning, my foot stumbled on a root as i fell down on the ground, but i didn't care, tears streamed down my eyes but my mind whirled back to the memory (scroll down to the trivia section, first point) of being plummeted to the ground after the leonopteryx attacked our Samson 029, the roar of of beast ringed in my ears, tears now stained my t-shirt but i convulsed on myself, the ground rocked beneath me, everything felt too bright, too loud, i sniffled, wiping my eyes but more tears ran down, i tried to muffle my cries but sobs wrecked through my body, it was suffocating me, making it hard to breath, the forest too lively as i coward back, i tried to think about happy memories but the fall overpowered everything.

My cries worsened, my breaths labored , i flinched back when two arms pulled me in, i screamed pulling back but they held me down, keeping me still, their warm body enveloping my, now, cold and sweaty one, they nuzzle their head near my ear, whispering "shh shh, it's me, Trudy, I'm here, calm down honey, I'm here, I'm with you, you're okay" she said in a hurried voice, i looked up to see her, her smile bright, she caressed my back as i broke down in her arms, my body shaking while my mouth was dry as the desert, nausea bubbled up and i doubled over, dry heaving, she coddled me in her arms, whispering sweet nothings and words of affirmation, making me feel better as best as she could in the middle of nowhere of a forest on strange planet, i calmed down after a while, still clinging to her body with my head buried in her neck, what i didn't realize that i was seated in her lap, my labored breathing now even and my hazed mind clearing out, i felt dizzy after such an episode, Trudy's voice was soft as she spoke "are feeling okay now sweetheart?" I stared at her wide eyed, how long has it been? Breaking the eye contact, I looked around, the sky was now dark, the eclipse had fallen, the forest around us glowing, the bioluminescent plants casting soft shades over Trudy's face, making her even more gorgeous in my eyes.

»»————-　♡　————-««

She helped me stand up after I was sure I wouldn't tumble over myself, but as I straighten up my previous wave of nausea came back with double the force and I bent down emptying my stomach right next to the tree, Trudy held my hair, rubbing her hand down my back as I hurled my stomach's content, when I finally finished my heaving she removed her water pack from her belt, helping me clean up, i was shaking from head to toe as I stuttered again "i- i'm- sorry, i didn't mean-" she cut me of kissing me on the forehead as she said against my hair "it's okay, darling, it's not your fault, just calm down, I'm here now, I know" she gently pulled me in for a hug, pressing another kiss on my hair, thankfully I had no vomit on my clothes so that was a relief, i melted in her embrace letting myself relax in her arms, pulling away from the hug she asked "are you feeling good enough to walk?" I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment, so we both began our walk forward in the illuminated forest in hopes to find the lab.

We walked for hours , exploring the forest, i showed her many sights and creatures from afar, i didn't even feel how the time went by, with her by my side I felt safe, her presence calming my Brain down and I was sure a search party was sent for us by now but it'd be hours before they find us, Trudy had her arm around my waist, her other holding my hand, intertwining our fingers together, the sample case lost long ago when I ran away so now we had to make another trip for collection but that was an afterthought, first we needed to reach the lab to even register it being lost. After a lot of walking and complaining for my side we stumbled upon a cave, deciding this was better than sleeping under the open sky, Trudy went in first checking the cave out, at the end of examination we settled inside, Trudy kept her gun aside, coming to my side as we used our body heat, time passed by and soon rain started to drizzle down, blowing cold Breeze inside the cave.

As we sat together, our stomachs rumbling for food but we both didn't pack anything as we didn't discuss being lost with an ikran chasing us. I leaned my head on her shoulder, minutes passed before she asked "what happened?" I looked at her confused, then she elaborated "when you saw the ikran, why did you run away?" I looked down feeling embarrassed but she hooked a finger under my chin, making me look at her, i sighed remembering the events of the accident, i took a deep breath before I spoke –

** I sat with Myra and Ezra them beside me in the Samson, we were ordered to collect the specimens this time and being a little more advanced than them i was elected as the incharge of the trip, grace couldn't come on this one because of the meeting she had with Parker, Kyle was our armed escort and James was the one flying us towards the undiscovered section, i was jumping in my seat from excitement, this is my first trip as incharge, anyone would be excited, Myra and Ezra were here for research as they completed their 5 years long course to join us, the chopper gilded without a problem, cutting its way to the dropping point, wind blew through my hair, i closed my eyes enjoying the sensation, gripping my seatbelt, taking a deep breath, i sighed but my peaceful state for broken when we jolted as something impacted on the side of the samson, i whipped my head, staring in horror as I saw Ezra's head being ripped of by jaws bigger than I've ever seen, Myra screamed as Ezra's blood sprayed on us, the chopper was pivoted around and my body bent at an odd angle, a loud roar made it clear that it was no other than the great leonopteryx.

i screamed when we were bashed into a mountain side, the beast poking it's head in, when the creature saw Myra, it wasted no time before she was taken away, her blood left on me and the seat she sat in, my mind blaring, Kyle immediately unhooked my seatbelt but before I could do anything, the chopper was slammed again and my foot slipped, Kyle tried to grab me , James was screaming to get the parachutes but it was all drowned in the air that rushed passed my ears as I plummeted to the ground, the trees and bushes softening my fall, i laid on the forest floor while I watched our Samson 029 burst into flames, killing the remaining of the passengers while the beast flew away with roar, the flames bruning it's skin, it's trail so Swift as if it didn't just kill my whole crew, tears welled in my eyes but i couldn't move, my body in too much pain from the fall, i laid there was hours before the RDA tracked me down by the comms, i was admitted in the ICU ward for over a month while I healed, that accident branded itself in my mind , a day i could neve forget, there was a mourning period held for Myra, Ezra, Kyle and James but i was so guilt stricken, i couldn't bare to attend it. From that moment on, it took me a year and a half before I went on an exploration again.**

Trudy was struck when I finished, of course she knew about the incident but to hear it from me? It was horrifying, new batch of tears ran down my cheeks as I recalled the memory again, she heaved me in her arms and I cuddled closer to her for warmth, my body ran cold while her's felt like a furnace, a comfortable silence taking over, i scooted near her even more, her chuckled reverberated in the cave at my movements and I looked up at her squinting my eyes "what?! I'm cold!" She just laughed even more at that and kissed my forehead before saying "No, not that, I'm so proud of you, i couldn't have taken this anywhere nearly as good as you did, thank fucking god you made out alive" she laughed again nuzzling her face in the side of my face, i couldn't help but stare at her laugh lines, my mind going silent asbi mulled over her compliments, i exhaled in relief, her smile lighting up my mood, her laugh so sweet I wanted to bottle it up and listen it was hours but by then I was brought out of my thoughts as she stared back at me, blood rushed to my cheeks, her eyes held a softness i couldn't ignore, i tilled my head knowing exactly what was going on in her mind, just then she leaned in slightly, her breath fanning over my lips, i couldn't take it anymore and connected them finally, her lips soft as clouds, making me melt against her, after what felt like days but were mere seconds, i pulled back gasping for air and so did she, i laughed, it felt surreal, i was kissing Trudy chacon and she was kissing me back! She looked at me once and before laughing herself, not wasting i pulled her in for another kiss, smashing my lips on hers.

»»————-　♡　————-««

We were still stuck in the cave, the rain now pouring down, cutting of any chances of the RDA searching for us in this kind of weather, but we made the most out of it, she was on top of me, kissing down my jaw and neck, leaving a line of hickies in its wake, my hands in her hair, arms around her neck, while she worked on me, her lips connecting with mine again, dragging her tongue over my bottom lip, requesting for entrance, i let her inn, her tongue immediately dominated mine, swiping over it, i moaned in the kiss, her hands roamed down to my shorts when a crack of lightning boomed through the air and we both stopped looking outside, staring at each other again we both laughed, she fell beside me near the entrance, as we wheezed, chuckling like mad heads, my laughter came to a stop as i yawned, today's exhaustion dawning over me, she yawned too and i cuddled into her side, her arm being my makeshift pillow while her other arm draped over my waist lugging me close, i sighed shifting in a comfortable grip, my eyes dropping close and sleep lulled me into a peaceful slumber. The best sleep I had in a while too, I guess being lost in the forest wasn't so bad afterall…

A/n : some scenes in this had me kicking my feet and shit, i love her so much, please request more of her, she's so freaking amazing omggggg, she shouldn't have died 😭😭 Bring her back please, I need more Trudy content!!!

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[fireflyinks]

heart shaped sunglasses

harry styles x reader fluff

a/n : omg omg omg the vibes are so 🤌 this is so lana del rey i’m crying. anyways i hope you enjoy this, i had a lot of fun writing it ❣️

summary : harry loves y/n’s heart shaped sunglasses

Harry and I had been dating for a little over six months, privately. No fans knew, even though at times it was very difficult to hide it from them. It was for my safety, some fans could get pretty “possessive” over Harry, and they would go berserk if they knew their heart throb had a girlfriend.

Even though I never said it, I could tell Harry knew how much I wanted to announce our relationship. The way I scrolled through instagram daily, admiring all of the girls who got posted by their boyfriends. Meanwhile, we couldn’t even go in public together, let alone share our relationship online.

We sat on the back porch of my parents house. They owned a vineyard, and the view was beautiful. Mountains rolled in the distance abstractly, the scene looked like a painting.

I was wearing a brightly colored crimson sundress, and red heart shaped glasses. Harry had picked the outfit for me, telling me how beautiful I look as I shimmied it on that morning. Though the view was amazing, he couldn’t stop staring at me.

“Harry,” I looked over to him, smiling sweetly as I took a sip out of my glass of sweet tea. “Why do you keep staring at me?”

He paused for a moment, before grinning widely, “You’re just so beautiful, my love.”

We sat in silence for a moment, before he pulled his phone out of his denim jeans. Harry snapped a picture of our view, then turned the camera towards me, taking a few pictures as I moved my hand to cover my face. I hated being photographed, there was something so raw about it, like all of your emotion was being caught in that moment forever, there was no taking it back.

I watched as he typed something on his phone, then locked it. Just as he put the device down, my phone dinged.

harrystyles tagged you in a post , instagram notified me.

I clicked the banner, leading to a picture of the mountains on the first slide, and the picture of me almost covering my face on the second.

The caption was : “though the first view is gorgeous, im absolutely in love with the second”

My heart almost melted.

“Thank you.” I almost whispered, standing up from my seat to kiss him.

He smiled, “Of course. I love showing you off.”

Opening my phone again, I began to read some of the comments coming in, but Harry grabbed my phone to stop me.

“We’ll read those later, love. And no matter what anyone has to say, I love you, ok?”

I nodded, pecking him on the cheek lightly.

“I love you too.”

“And…” Harry pulled the red frames off of my face, and put them on his own “I love these heart shaped sunglasses as well.”

[ariadnes-red-thread]

Congratulations on the 150 🥳 you deserve it! "Bad Habits" lives rent free in my head (Fives 😮‍💨) and I recently reread "In His Sights" (now that I'm back in my Crosshair era) and the feelings are just 🤌.

Can we get either “I will never get enough of you.” for Fives or “You can do better than that.” for Crosshair and afab reader?

Thank you, can't wait to read everything you come up with!!

Hiiii Zwei! Thank you so much for celebrating with me! You're so sweet, I'm so glad my writing resonated with you. That has honestly been the wildest part of being on here - not only are other people reading and enjoying my writing, but so many of you are badass writers like yourself, and I'm just "...you like MY writing?" 🥺

I decided to write the Fives prompt, but TBH, I actually started the Crosshair prompt, too, because I LOVE the line you chose for him. I need more time to sit with that idea, though, and you've already been so patient. So thank you for celebrating with me. Here's a little Fives spiciness, and maybe keep your eye out for Crosshair down the line!

Pairing: Fives x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: NSFT *Minors DNI*, Established relationship, Teasing, Fingering, Oral (female receiving), Public play, Explicit consent

Word Count: 1.2k

One of the best things about dating Fives, aside from everything about him, was how you instantly gained a whole gang of brothers who loved you nearly as much as he did when they saw you were good for him and that he was serious about you.

Fives, however, hated it, or so he liked to say. The weighest, most dramatic sighs would leave his lips when you and Kix would tag team to roast him, or when the punchline of yours and Jesse’s elaborate pranks would finally land. Still, he would always hug you a little harder and smile a little wider afterward.

He also never hesitated to give it back to you, like he was right now. As retribution for you and Kix dragging his choice of candles during his last “secret” spa night, he had just revealed to his brothers that your sense of direction was so bad that you had once gotten lost in your own apartment building six years after moving in.

“I’ve had about enough of your nonsense.” You wagged your finger at Fives, in between bouts of bellyaching laughter.

He pretended to snap at it. You jerked your hand back to your core, clutching it to your heart in mock offense. Fives let out a full laugh as his arm snaked around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his chest. You leaned against the broad frame of your handsome boyfriend as you turned back to face his brothers. Jesse, Kix, and Tup watched you both with grins on their faces.

“Now they’re just getting gross.” Jesse shook his head as he elbowed Tup.  

“Jealousy is a bad look, Jesse.” Fives snorted.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jesse waved him off before he stood and stretched. He cast his eyes out over the rest of the club. “Only thing I’m jealous of is that full drink in front of you. Tup, Kix, let’s get another round and try our luck on the dance floor.”

Kix smirked as he rose to his feet. You watched as his eyes sifted through the crowd until they found the cute woman you'd noticed Kix trade glances with all night. She felt his look right away, her eyes lifting from the friend she was talking to and meeting his, bringing a shy smile to her pretty face and a flush to her cheeks. She quickly glanced back down at her drink before tilting her look back up again and watching Kix through hooded eyes. Kix’s cool smile never flickered. He turned back to your table with the same cool, confident smirk.

“Someday, you’ll learn, Jess.” Kix patted his brother on the shoulder. “Luck’s got nothing to do with it.”

Kix began an unhurried walk toward the woman. Jesse frowned as he followed his brother’s look. Then, he cursed under his breath as he moved to trail behind Kix. 

Tup chuckled to himself as he watched them go. 

“You can hang out, Tup.” You smiled at the remaining clone, “Promise we’re not that gross.”

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on Jesse.” He shrugged as he reached up for his hair tie. “Besides, he doesn’t remember, but it’s his turn to be wingman tonight. He owes me one.”

Tup winked at you and Fives as his dark curls fell over his shoulders. Then, with a quiet swagger, he followed his brothers’ path to the bar.

“Go easy on ‘em, you rancor.” Fives called out. Then he turned to you with shining eyes. "Just the two of us now."

He dug his finger into the flesh just above your knee. Slowly and without releasing pressure, he dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of your leg until he found the most inner crease of your thigh.

“What are you up to?” You flashed a cheeky smile at your boyfriend, despite the stirring feeling that suddenly appeared in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, you know," Fives' eyes flashed darkly at you. Beneath the table, his touch crept underneath your panties to find your already pooling entrance. "Nonsense."

It wasn't the first time you'd played in public, but this was certainly the most exposed you'd ever been. Your eyes scanned the crowd, but no one was looking into your dark corner booth. Their attention was on their own affairs.

Fives waited until you turned back to him, his eyes locking on yours. You knew what he was waiting for.

“Don't stop." You finally spoke, the words more choked than you'd expected them to be.

Two broad fingers slowly breached you, the slow friction making you dizzy with the sudden pleasure. Your head fell to his neck as he began to thrust, pulling heavy breath from you with every motion. You began to grind into his palm, unconsciously searching for more friction.

Then his hand disappeared from underneath your panties. When you looked back up at him, his fingertips had found their way up his grinning lips. He popped his fingers between them, winking at you as he cleaned them of your juices. He pulled it from his mouth with a pop before he hungrily leaned in to capture you in a furious kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the headyness of his kiss, and the liquor from your drinks. The slick between your legs grew. 

Finally, he broke the kiss, and as he pulled away, he lifted his arm from your shoulder. With a sideways smile and a surprising amount of stealth for still wearing the lower half of his armor, Fives dropped to the floor and disappeared underneath the tablecloth. You quickly felt his hot breath on your knees.  

“But I thought you’d had enough of my nonsense?” Fives' voice was cheeky and raised just enough so you could hear him above the din. He spread your legs apart, his eagerness clear in his speed and strength.

You started to say something when a finger slid back inside of you, stopping the words on your lips. Instead, you let out a small whine. You quickly scanned the crowd again. Still, no one was paying attention to your dark corner.

Fives pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and smiled against your skin, bringing your attention back where it belonged. He slowly kissed a soft line up your thigh, tracing the path his fingers had taken earlier. At the same time, he began to drag his finger in and out of you, hooking it as he moved, alternating between spreading you open and reaching your sensitive spongey spot. Then, his teeth nipped your inner thigh as his head reached your center. He pulled your panties to the side with his free hand. You held your breath. The neon lights flashed around you, adding to the intoxicating feeling of the moment. On the dancefloor, the music began to crescendo. A second finger breached you. Then, his broad tongue found your clit. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. Your hand fell and found purchase in his hair. The pressure spurred him on as he began to dance over your sensitive nub, sending wave after wave to your core.

“I will never get enough of you.” You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back into the cushion of the booth. Bliss followed soon after.

[future-boi]

Thanks to

⚡️@daryfromthefuture

💘 @jowritesfanfiction

💝 @bttf-dork for tagging me!!! 🥺😭

1. First rewatch was right before watching the musical. Second rewatch was right after watching the musical... Third was recently as I'm tryna write a fanfic and had to go over some scenes but idk if it counts

2. Bttf the musical poster and vinyl record!!! It's now the second record in my vinyl collection hahaha

3. I don't drink soda 😅

4. HELL YEAH I always take the opportunity to advertise fanfic 🤩 Its about post trilogy Marty being a bit angsty about the new timeline and missing the old timeline. But it has a happy ending. I think its the closest to canon because other ones with the same premise lean so much into the angst (not that that's bad!!! Just saying it's not the same vibes as the movies u kno) Its also old but holy shit, it contains the most cathartic end to the series. The much needed closure 🤌✨️

Peace by dapperdragon

I'm so SAD cuz I don't think the author's on Tumblr? And havent posted on Ao3 in 2 years... Which sucks cuz I'm planning to DRAW THIS FIC. Or at least the ending scene 🥺💘 It wont be for a while cuz I'm tryna hone my skills and DO IT JUSTICE💪😤 but yeah next year is its 10 year anniversary that's crazy HAHA. Give it a read plz plz plz its only 1 chapter.

5. THATS TOUGH

It's so cozy and gives me all the warm fuzzies 🥰

I'm breaking the rules

BUT I HAD TO INCLUDE THIS. FIGHT ME

Anything by @cheriboms ngl HAHAHA

Ok but if I really had to choose:

Cuz it marks the start of Doctober 🥺 and like 🥺 we did that together 🥺👉👈💘💝

Also cuz its in color and sunrises/sunset always gimme warm fuzzies🥰

6. THATS ALSO TOUGH. Actually less tough. It's all under my [#personal fave] tag. But since the other was sunrise, I gotta put sunset 😁

LMAO when u link stuff, it shows ur tag line. I totally forgot I set that 🍫🍫🍫

7. BAHAHAHAHAHA... school...

8. The Wild Life (1984) I dont recommend it tho!! 😂😂😂 it has Lea Thompson and Eric Stoltz. I also checked out the one clip from that one episode on Family Ties with Crispin Glover and Micheal J Fox. I recommend that one, it's actually funny 😂

Then I checked out the clips with Tom Hanks on the show LMAO

9. Not this year, but during my American Psycho (2000) phase, I thought their undisputed masterpiece was "Hip to be Square" 🤌✨️ A song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should! Because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself--!!

HEY PAUL!!!

10. None, I don't think...

11. Hell yeah! I detailed it all on this post

12. Uh prolly once a long long time ago that I don't remember LMAO she don't talk bout it like Lorraine🤭

13. "Hey..! What the hell is this?!"

14. I got to go on both European and US trains this year. Haven't been on a skateboard since I was a tiny kid. Have never been on a horse. Never been on a DeLorean. I have run in the rain lmao. Dance? Does a concert count? My friends and I danced at one (my first one!). Never hung up a clock. Does a ukulele count? I don't think I am or ever was capable of pulling an all nighter 😂 its so weird for me to hear my peers doing it. Like??? Yall fr? Nah fam. I don't read sci fi. I don't eat fast food lmao

15. GETTING MY FANFIC DONE. Currently, it spans 6 parts and goes over the entire trilogy, complete with a Hell Valley Filler Arc! 🤭😁 but I'm working on part 1 rn and will post it while I work on part 2 and so on...

I'm also planning to draw a moment from other fanfic I adore like I've done in the past few months

Learning how to color +render my digital art would be nice!

Tagging @cheriboms

Thanks to the 3 again for tagging me! Tho @daryfromthefuture, we gotta throw hands real quick u stole who I was gonna tag😱😭😭😭😂☠️ ONLY I GET TO BOTHER @jowritesfanfiction 😤😤😤 nah jk 😁 unless 😶 nah jk jk ily i ain't hatin 😂💝

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what!

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

How many times were you late for school this year?

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

How many times did you fall down this year?

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I tag: @agentmcfly24601 @moonlightandstarshimmer @brinkle-brackle @bg-sparrow @bttf-dork @mrfutureboy @pepsifox88 @tsukinikawatteus @itsthemorph @synthsays and anyone who would like to answer these questions! as always, no pressure!

[rizubaby]

hello! i’m the person who requested the car sex with nagito and LAWWWD THAT STORY WAS GODLY. TOP TIER. your writing is just 🤌 soo i was wondering if i could request shower sex with nagito 😰 I’M SO SORRY IF MY REQUESTS ARE WEIRD i just really like these types of stories y’know? have a good day/night!!

Shower sex | Nagito Komaeda.

18+ content warning | minors dni.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, shower sex, usage of the word 'daddy', lots of praise, fingering, a smidge of degradation, a little bit of breeding if you squint, vulgar language.

note ; ahhh thank you babe! this isn't a weird request at all, in fact, I love it. so hot ugh. I figured I could continue the storyline of the car sex fic, so consider this a part 2 of sorts. I hope you like it baby. ♡

It wasn't long before the sounds of the engine revving up started echoing through your head, sounding distant and muted as if you were in a bubble, sheltered from the outside world. After all, your mind was still blank, body overly sensitive and sore from what had occurred prior to you being dressed back up by your light-haired boyfriend and placed in the passenger seat, ready to drive home.

His skinny hand rested on your tigh whilst holding the steering wheel with the other, eyes fixated on the road ahead of him, illuminated by only the light of the street lanterns and the gentle rays of the moon. It felt quiet, as if you were the only two driving through town late at night. That probably wasn't the case, but looking at the state you were in, you might as well have been on another plane of existence. Your eyes were closed, tired and trying to regain some energy as you had practically been finger-fucked into oblivion just a couple minutes prior. And if that wasn't enough, Nagito made sure to really fuck you senseless with his cock buried deep inside your walls. The red scratches on his back and the dark hickeys scattered across your neck and collarbones were proof of that.

By the time you had opened your eyes and you looked around to register your surroundings, the car had stopped moving. Realising you were parked outside of your apartment building, you let out a barely noticable sigh of relief. Nagito's hand gently squeezed your thigh, making you turn your head to look at him.

“C'mon sweetheart, we're home. Let's go.”

Nagito got out of the car and walked around the front to open the door for you, wrapping his skinny yet muscular arms around you to help you get up from your seat. He knew what he had done to you.

Locking the car behind you, he gently grabbed hold of your hand and walked inside the complex. You took the elevator up to your floor, and before long you were back inside your cozy little apartment. You were home.

Nagito swiftly lifted you up and placed you on the couch to rest, caressing your face with a loving smile plastered on his face.

“Why don't you rest up for a bit, and then we can get you cleaned up, okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes once again, taking a deep breath to try and relax. Your whole body felt sore, though all you could think about was what happened back at the parking lot. God, that was unreal. He gave you everything you had hoped for all day and more, but at the cost of pretty much all your energy. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this side of him though; the rough, dominant and tad bit sadistic side of him that you hadn't quite seen before. How he would tease you back just as hard and edge you over and over again— it was too much, but in a good way.

Though still physically exhausted and sore, your mind just wouldn't calm down. The gears wouldn't stop turning, the thought of that iron grip he had on your hips and the lingering sensation of bruised skin occupying your mind.

As tired as you were, you got up from the couch and shuffled your way down the hallway to the bathroom. Nagito was just about to turn on the tap to prepare a bath for you, but your unexpected entrance made him stop dead in his tracks and turn around to look at you.

“Baby? Shouldn't you be on the couch resting? You looked pretty exhausted, so I wanted to prepare a bath for you—”

You stepped forward and grabbed hold of his hand, shyly turning your head and interrupting his monologue.

“I don't want a bath... I want to shower.. With you.”

“You want to shower together?” Nagito repeats after you in surprise. It isn't entirely noticable, but there's a shift in his tone that only you would pick up on.

“... Alright then. Let's take off your clothes, I'll wash your back for you.”

A gentle smile appears on his face, his fingers roaming your body to help you undress. His hands dance around your curves, humming contently as he does so.

Once you're both undressed, Nagito turns on the hot water and steps into the shower, holding his hand out for you to follow after him. As the warm water hits your skin, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. It's such a simple yet euphoric feeling, especially when you're tired.

Nagito stands behind you, wet bodies eagerly pressed against one another. His hands caress your shoulders and arms, small kisses being planted all across your neck and shoulderblades. It sends tingles all over your body, making you weak to your knees from just that.

You hear a strained grunt from behind you, and before you know it, his calloused hands have found their way between your legs and squeezing your ass.

“I'm sorry baby, you just look so beautiful like this... Those pretty bruises I gave you earlier scattered across that sexy body of yours... I just want to ruin you all over again.”

Before you have time to respond, two long fingers enter your pussy, curling up to hit that sweet spot just right. He knows your body far too well, making your knees buckle under him.

“N-Nagito, please— Mmh...”

His pace is steady, his right hand squeezing your beautifully shaped ass whilst his other hand is knuckle deep inside your gummy walls. It drives him nuts, feeling your slick coat his digits as he's fucking up into you with his fingers. You hear him grunt some more, pressing his lower body up into your ass to make you feel his stiff cock against you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes rolling back as your still recovering body takes on another orgasm. Your walls clench around his fingers, breathless moans flowing out of your mouth as you experience your euphoric high.

But Nagito isn't satisfied just yet.

Pulling his fingers out of your slick pussy painfully slow, he licks his coated fingers and pulls your hips against him even more. This man doesn't give you the time you need to come back to your senses. No, without wasting another second, not able to resist your burning hot body that's screaming for him to fuck you, he opens up your folds and pushes his cock into you as deep as he can.

A loud moan falls from your lips, prompting your pale lover to place his hand over your agape mouth.

“Shhh, it's alright baby. Place your hands against the shower wall for me. Let daddy fuck you some more, yeah?”

He shushes you, and without hesitation, you do as he says. You place your hands against the cold shower wall for support, though your body feels like it's going to collapse any second now.

Your knees are wobbly, legs barely keeping your body up as he's fucking into you so deep you feel the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust. Nagito notices this, and relocates his hand from your hip to your underbelly, supporting the weight of your overstimulated body.

“Hold on just a little longer sweetheart. You're taking me so well, such a good girl for me...”

His words are loving and encouraging, a stark contrast to how hard he's pounding into you and muffling your cries and moans. His grunts and panting increases the closer he gets, and so does his pace.

He brings his face closer to yours, hand still on your stomach as he whispers filthy things to you, making you nearly lose your mind.

“Mm, you feel that, baby? You feel my cock filling you up? Yeah, take all of me like a good little slut.”

At this point your loud moans have died down and reduced to nothing more than incoherent, voiceless moans, your mind is going blank and your legs feel numb. You can feel Nagito getting close, his thrusts becoming harder and irregular.

“Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum... You want it? Tell me where you want my cum, princess.”

His hand lowers from your mouth, giving you room to breathe and answer him.

“Y-Yes! Give me your cum daddy, p-please cum inside me, please—”

And with that, hot spurts of his potent seed spill into your throbbing cunt. You let out one final loud moan, head falling back as you feel him paint your insides white. Nagito moans into the crook of your neck, squeezing your chest and pulling you against him as close as he can.

Once he lets go, you both collapse onto the shower floor, a mix of hot water, sweat and bodily fluids sticking to your bodies. You both pant heavily, coming down from the intense orgasms that still linger. Droplets of his thick seed start to trickle down your legs, your body a twitching and overstimmed mess.

Nagito holds you in his arms, caressing your head as he plants sweet kisses along your neck.

“I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help it... Let's really get you cleaned up this time and ready for bed, okay?”

[7-oh-ta1]

It took the main tag for me to see your post about taichi and I am losing my goddamn MIND over it that was so well put-

It really makes me see how he contrasts to yuki (them being literal OPPOSITES color and character wise) and then putting it together that ever since godza it literally made him think that being the opposite of whom he adored and wanted to be like was his destiny, he was always told that being that way was deliberately unmanly and wrong. (Added that Godza is toxic masculine represented literally)

That makes me cry even more over taichi because societally he knew what he had to do to roundabout him being queer coded like yuki (queen coded/of another representation in general iykyk) and that influenced his actions SO MUCH that his facade really did make me think stereotypical teenage boy shenanigans until we saw more of his character! He masked so hard

I want him to be the best of friends w yuki (who's my fav) and get into showing themselves authentically. And then winning right in Godza's face.

Safe spaces like Mankai r so good and I just have to give u love in the inbox because this made my analysis brain so happy omg

I'm sorry bestie I saw this when I answered the other one but I wanted to be able to use my whole brain cell !! I'M SURPRISED ANYONE SAW IT GHHJH my taichi veiled queer-coded villain? post <3

But YES that's the thing, Taichi's foil to Yuki goes so much deeper than energetic/low energy!!! They both face struggles that mirror each other, even without implied queer struggles, both Yuki and Taichi are villainized. Taichi's is more obvious, literally being a villain. Yuki's is his defense mechanism to lash out and hurt the world before the world can hurt him first, which effectively is "villainizing" himself to a degree. Just like Taichi he never wanted to be harsh either, but he grew a rough shell to protect himself. In their own ways, they both don a different face to protect themselves, the only difference is that Yuki wasn't desperate. Taichi appears to wear his heart on his sleeve, Yuki hides his heart in his chest. In reality, it appears that way because it's the opposite. That's why they work well as foils together! When they have scenes together (even that snowy scene in the manga that had me MESSY SOBBING) it's usually about one glimpsing through the guise of the other, Yuki sees that Taichi hides everything behind a smile and Taichi sees that Yuki truly has a sweet heart he displays in his own way. But they respect the mask and don't push further, which gives their dynamic stability without permanent development.

"You can't hide from who you really are." | "You can create the person you want to be!"

I got carried away but WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THEM BEING AUTHENTIC ON STAGE AND SHOVING IT TO GOD TROUPE IS EXACTLY WHY THE LAST RUNWAY IS SO GHFHFHFGFHF!!!!!! I'm so upset it didn't get an official translation (not that I've found when I looked long ago) though I have been able to read some through friends.

As I remember my original thesis and thought being Taichi's personal arc resembles the struggle of queer representation in media and how regardless of how good our representation may get our history lies in being casts as villains lingers and prevents real growth until we release the label from our identity despite what we owe it. (Like Taichi releases the villain label from his identity in the Fiery Mantou Fist event)

A person releasing themselves from the guilt of their "crime", growing identity... even though that's not the intended message from A3 I'm sure, as a queer person it feels so familiar. 🤌

After all, don't most of us feel a guilt for a crime we repeatedly beat our miserable selves over? Something that was inescapably part of who we are and we cannot change? Wrong actions, maybe, we took in desperate defense of that part of us? Learning that the self is ever-changing and our guilt isn't integral to our identity, that we're allowed to forgive ourselves for perceived sin? That we no longer have to put pressure on ourselves to appear as invisible as the world wants us to? That after all this time, we're allowed to feel desire and guilt no longer for it?

[star-going-supernova]

Thanks for the tag, friend!

It was so hard to choose, I screenshot my favorite comments and have them saved in a specific folder and there's FORTY-THREE of them. But I have very bravely limited myself to three comments that just really Do Things to my emotions. In no particular order:

You know, it's so cool to see your writing from back when this game was first in it's big heyday and I found you to now. Because, like, your core style and such hasn't changed, but there's just, a comfort and knowing in your writing now that wasn't there then. The way you describe things, especially Henry's personality and the way he and Joey interacted in this piece. It's just, it's so neat to have seen your growth as a writer and it just reminds me there's still so much more road to traverse.

Hope you had a wonderful holiday Star. You can bet your bottom dollar I'll be rereading this one.

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The funniest thing about my obsession with your BatiM & FNaF fics is that I remember little to nothing about the lore or gameplay of BatiM (nor do I like sb all that much) and yet I still find myself latching onto these characters like a barnacle to a ship. You are one of my favorite authors (and yes that is including officially published books and authors who write for profit). Reading your fics make every miserable day I have worth it, because I will either be pleasantly surprised to find that you have updated an ongoing fic, or I will be content to reread one I have read many times before. The way that you write is incredible and never ceases to bring a smile to my face. I know that I sound calm while writing this, however, I was screaming as if I were a hyena soon as Henry showed up. Your fics range from some of the most clever and eloquent writing I have ever read, to hilariously ridiculous and leaving me howling with laughter. I never realized how much I adore found family before reading from you. You have quite literally changed my outlook on how I view different types of relationships and bonds. Thank you, for being such a wonderful person with a gift they want to share with the world. TLDR: listen to me wax poetic about how great your fics are :)

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Please understand when I say I love this fic, I mean I want to roll around in it like cats with catnip. No favourite line this time because the whole fic is my favourite line.

Okay that's a lie because the chapter ending is 🤌🤌🤌

anyway, you are all so sweet and make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside and i cherish all your comments and they get me through bad days, thank you thank you thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

tagging: @inkabelledesigns @beneathascorpionsky @flippythegodzilla @notjustonefandom1 and anyone else who wants to share some love!

Comment Game

I would like to start a game where if you are a writer you post your favorite comment you've ever gotten (If you can decide on one) and if you are a reader what's your go to comment that you love to leave.

I think my favorite comment, after much deliberation is this one, "I had to put my phone down twice while I read this chapter, just so I could properly laugh hard enough. Great chapter!" It's just so positive.

For me I love to comment 'Thank you for sharing' (usually plus a little more that is specific to the fic but I'm just so happy people share their stories).

Tagging: @legoyass, @lithdraug, @brethilach, @messandahalf10, @mithrilhearts

Please feel free to play it even if you haven't been tagged.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

The Longest Evening -Mafia!Leo x Isabella (Mafia AU)

Synopsis: The night of the Portavira job, can Leo trust Neville and are the Via Imperii closing in on him?

Ps… can you tell I have finished up work for t he holidays and the kids are still in crèche? 🙈🤌

Chapter 1: Love At A Distance

Tag list: @lorirwritesfanfic @drakewalkerfantasy @kimmiedoo5 @kingliam2019 @rafasgirl23415 @lorircreates @secretaryunpaid @texaskitten30

TW: Violence, blood, guns, drug abuse, swearing

In the lead up to the Portavira job, Leo found himself once again with the echelons of society in the Cordonian Capital. Normally the events calendar for a Crime Lord was pretty slim pickings but for Leo, not so much. Like the social butterfly he is, Leo was always up for a party - living it up to impress the crowd. Drinking and smoking were the norm with a few little presents also delivered by Santa’s little elves outside of plain sight.

With a chuckle, Leo gave Kiera and Penelope a hug, passing them a very discreet note. “Happy Holidays!” He grinned, “You two must have been on the good list, came straight from the North Pole…” bringing a faint blush to their cheeks. “Merci beaucoup!” Kiara exclaimed before she reached out to take Penelope’s hand - both of them disappearing into the next drawing room giggling. Many Noble’s and ex-Noble’s in the Cordonian Court were known to have a little sniff or two, dabbling in recreational illicit substances. What the Via Imperii turned a blind eye to wasn’t Leo’s problem and it was easier to supply those who he knew their egos and personas meant more to them than supplying to the general public. They kept his dealings quiet with the understanding that Leo returned the favour. Tonight’s mixer was being held at Ana De Luca’s mansion a perfect blend of high society and celebrity to be papped and somewhere that the newly Crowned Queen Lena would not entertain.

“There you are beautiful…” Leo’s tall, broad, strong frame stood behind Isabella with a warm smile - offering the Crown Princess a glass of champagne. Tonight was a night he could allow Isabella to have a little more freedom as Leo’s men were silently on guard, watching the Crown Princess’ every move. His now free hand circled her waist protectively as he joined in the conversation, “Duke… it’s good to see you, last time I saw you - you kicked my Father’s ass at golf…” as both men chuckled, Leo began to grin as he shook his head gently from side to side, “The look on his face when he realised…” but Leo was interrupted mid sentence, “Excuse me Sir…” Leo turned to find a young blonde, taking photos of the guests signalling if he and Isabella would like a picture taken. “Of course…” Leo whispered to Isabella, they both smiled warmly to the camera before Leo placed his lips upon the top of her head, holding her close once more. “Thank you…” the young lady muttered before running off taking photos of the other guests. Pictures were a great asset for an alibi and hell didn’t Leo know it. With the new Police Chief under the Via Imperii’s influence, he needed to stay one step ahead of the game.

“Leo…” Drake walked up to him, leaning in as he whispered, “The consignments have arrived, we need to scale back…” Leo quietly nodded in agreement before his sea green eyes rolled to the left towards Liam who was stationed towards the bar, “Get Isabella home… I’ll follow, meet me at Valtoria…” Leo kissed the Laurentian beauty on the cheek before whispering to her, his strong hands placed delicately on her exposed shoulders, “I need you to listen to me kitten… I need you to go with Drake ok?” Isabella turned her head gently to the right, her dark chocolate brown eyes looking up at him, her long lashes fluttering, “Ok…” she muttered before Leo’s lips kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you later…” he smiled warmly towards her before watching the petite brunette sashay across the room to safety with his brother. Pulling on the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, Leo put on his signature smile as he watched his men fall out. Tonight was a big night for them but Leo knew with the Police Chief just stumbling into the De Luca party, something was a little off.

Leo’s eyes narrowed immediately as the Police Chief made a beeline for Isabella as she was being escorted out of the party by Drake. “Crown Princess…” he shouted towards her, “I have some questions for you!” Isabella turned on her Louboutin heel, “¿Sí Señor?” her dark brow raised as the Chief began to speak, “Why has there been an International missing persons report filed on you in the last week but all of a sudden you’ve been pictured out and about with Leo Rys and his associates?” Drake began to provide his counsel, “Back off Chief…Sánchez… you don’t have to answer…” but the Laurentian beauty nodded, “I believe that it’s a misunderstanding. My ex-fiancé feels aggravated that we have parted under unfavourable circumstances… I don’t believe there is anything to investigate here…” Drake’s eyes met Leo’s as he began to chuckle, “I thought this was an invitation only event… good to see you… I didn’t think a Noble event would have been your scene…” as the former Crown Prince extended his hand with a smile to the newly appointed Police Chief.

The Chief raised his brow at Leo’s gesture, cautiously accepting his hand, “Well…” he began to clear his throat, “Mr. Rys… there’s a few things currently not adding up here in the Kingdom and I can assure you… that I along with the Via Imperii will find out what is going on…” Leo carefully rested his hand on the bottom of Isabella’s back, “I sure hope you do Chief…” as he began to grin mischievously, “We gotta keep the Kingdom safe at all costs…” as Leo began to escort Isabella towards the exit he looked over his shoulder and as of he was almost taunting, “Anything…” he placed his left hand onto his chest, “And I mean anything I can do Chief to make sure the streets are safe, please let me know…” The Police Chief pursed his lips, his teeth gritted angrily at Leo’s display of insincerity. “I’ll get you Rys… mark my fucking words…” he mumbled as he watched the sandy haired Cordonian disappear into the night, bundled into the back of an Aston Martin Ghost. “You did so good doll, you’re my best girl…” Isabella smiled as she felt Leo’s lips press against her cheek. On the drive back to the Valtorian Estate, Leo kept whispering little praises to her, reminding the petite brunette that she was his one and only.

“We gotta go to Portavira now!” Liam barked as soon as Drake, Leo and Isabella stepped out of the vehicle, revving the engine of the Cadillac Escalade. “Go inside kitten, I’ll be back soon…” Leo’s sea green eyes met the Laurentian beauty’s. She could see that he was worried and nodded in agreement. Within seconds, Liam began to rally down the driveway, back onto the road heading west towards the ports. “Is Vancouer already there?” Drake questioned with Liam letting out an evil chuckle to himself, “He’s been signing in the inventory all night…” Leo’s interest was piqued when Liam mentioned that Neville was there all night, “Wait… Vancoeur‘s been there all night? Who was watching him?” Drake sat silent as Liam replied, “It’s been Maxwell and Bertrand with him all night… he thinks it’s a box ticking exercise to practice for the big shipment next week…” Leo nodded, “Let’s just keep our distance boys… let Vancoeur and the Beaumont’s deal with the containers… confirm the shipment and get out of there…”

Upon arriving at the docks, Leo began to smile, clasping his hands together, “Hello boys…” he happily chanted, “Looks like we have our Christmas presents coming in a little earlier than expected…” looking around, he saw the trucks waiting to be loaded, “Vancoeur, we near done here?” Neville began to nod, “Yes boss… all consignments are heading to Valtoria now…” Liam shot a look to Leo immediately and Drake muttered through gritted teeth, “What the fuck?!” Leo took a few steps forward, his nostrils flaring as he barked at Neville, “You little spineless fucker! Why the fuck is it going to Valtoria?” ripping the paperwork from Neville’s hands, “It’s supposed to go to Lythikos! How many trucks have left?!” Neville looked genuinely stunned as Leo shouted again, “How many?!” His voice began to tremble, “Two…” Leo shut his eyes, shaking his head from side to side as Liam and Drake darted to try to contact the on route trucks. “Bertrand!” Leo bellowed loudly, “Fucking deal with this now!” They needed to make sure they got the trucks turned around before they were intercepted by the Police. Each consignment had a hidden concealment of ammunition and artillery - enough to weaponise a small army against the Via Imperii. Leo needed to make sure that it reached a safe house.

“Drake…” Leo spoke quietly, “Where are we with the rogue consignments?” Drake pulled the phone from his ear, “Vancoeur gave the order…” his onyx eyes rolled to a Neville currently being restrained by Bertrand and Maxwell, “Told em to reroute…” Leo nodded, “Ok… tell them to reroute to the Cormery Isle, if they are being tracked - that bastard can rot for it, dump the rounds and get back asap! Move everything else to Fydelia…” Drake nodded. The likelihood that the trucks heading to Valtoria were being followed wasn’t new but Leo was going to ensure that Neville paid for his useless attempt at subterfuge. He knew that snivelling, useless, poor excuse for a human being would stab him in the back and now, Neville Vancoeur, previously the Earl of the Comery Isle would pay. “Woah… big guy…” Drake leaned in as Leo reached into his long woollen coat, “We don’t have to-“ but Leo’s temper took over. Gritting his teeth and with a few turns of his wrist to add the silencer, Leo pointed his gun towards Neville, “I’m doing what I fucking should have done the first time that fucking slime ball disrespected me…” Pulling the trigger, barely a sound was made until the bullet met its target and ricocheted against a metal container. The former Crown Prince waited momentarily, he didn’t blink but rather stared down Neville’s dying body until he was no more and could only mutter, “Get it cleaned up…” Leo needed to make sure that Landon and Emmeline didn’t get wind of this considering her connections. It was seriously bad timing but he had to do what he thought best.

On the way back to the Valtorian Estate, the drive back was silent the only sounds came from the rain beating against the windscreen and the tyres splashing in the puddles that had formed - all three men completely preoccupied with their thoughts. Drake navigated the dark country roads, Liam in the passenger seat whilst Leo sat in the back massaging his temple. He took a deep breath hoping that tonight was now the least of his worries but he couldn’t be certain. Since the cargo was successfully re-routed to Fydelia as a substitute, their hands were essentially clean on that front but Neville’s demise could bring more of a pain than the whole operation itself. The Crime Lord wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to whomever would listen that Bertrand could handle the clean up operation and all he wanted to do was put his head down onto a pillow and sleep but that wasn’t an easy feat either. It had felt like this night would never end. Walking into his suite, he found suitcases packed and a very angry Isabella standing with her arms folded. Leo raised his brow as she began to berate him, “What the fuck Leo?!” The petite brunette barked, “Don’t you dare bring me into this!” before pulling the suitcases behind her ready to leave but the former Crown Prince stepped sideways blocking her exit. With his cheeks sucked in and stern expression he finally spoke, “Going somewhere kitten?”