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this long form konig fic i’m working just hit 25k words and i ain’t even close to being done
#i didn’t think i could top meine perle for word count but#here we are#it’s so fucking random too lmao the concept is embarrassing as hell but i’ve cried at least twice writing this story#i’m so excited for this#also anytime i’m writing x reader and i describe the readers hair i always imagine my bald baddies looking into the camera#like jim from the office
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Moi à moi-même, chaque fois que je corrige un truc que j'ai écrit : C'est pas parce que tu trouves cette succession de mots poétique que ça veut dire quelque chose
#c'est comme un bracelet de perles auquel on a oublié de faire un nœud#c'est joli mais ça se casse quand même la gueule#blabla#writing
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focus for the week ahead;
asks
violent starters from here
these'll be the best ways to get interactions from me o/
#ooc#got the poc perl script to finish#and i'm gonna be in the office a lot this week#also kind of salty @ the world rn but i'll be okay#just need to get some decent sleep and time to write
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okay last art post for the night and then ill probably gush about my pookies
this is amethyst perle! they use they/them pronouns. they are. a servant of DIO in stardust crusaders, and obviously, they're a stand user.
their stand is called Pisces, and it effectively allows them to influence the emotions of others a la blue diamond from SU. but it also forces them to. be hyper-empathetic, so they literally feel everyone's emotions.
amethyst and steely dan are dating :3
#maybe ill write a ficlet abt them#si: amethyst perle#jjba self insert#self oc#self insert#my art#my oc
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@sailormoonrarepairweek here are my prompts in one big juicy story. I hope you like them
#smrarepairweek2023#sailor moon#my writing#outgoing link#venus/kunzite#makoto x asanuma#ikuko x Kenji#saphir x petz#cerecere x perle#chibiusa x helios#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3
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Fanfic asks: 🤲 🛒
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. I definitely tend to write a lot inside of characters' heads -- does that count? My most common AO3 tags are angst and introspection and that's 0% wrong. A whole hell of a lot of talking (or even thinking) around rather than about feelings, because it's more fun? Thematically, I seem to hit loss and grief quite a bit (which I guess goes with the angst tag). Small touches and significant facial expressions and other gestures in that vein, because they are my kryptonite in a visual medium and I love echoing them in text. I also like incorporating vague mythological allusions, even if they're so vague only I'm going to notice them, because they give me joy.
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? Gonna go with a couple because I can't pick and because I've been jotting down a lot of little snippets that I want to turn into longer things lately ... and because I owe you opera fic and I haven't forgotten that. (Most of my WIPs right now: House of the Dragon, Fate: the Winx Saga, and occasional operatic and/or theatrical bits as I watch too much of those.)
[ but first, for anyone who wants to ask more ... ]
<Les pêcheurs de perles, because so many operatic tragedies could be solved with judicious applications of threesomes>
Nadir looks back at her, and she sees her heart echoed in his eyes. When she reaches out, his hand finds hers, fingers twining through her own. "Alright?"
"No," she murmurs, "and neither are you," because their hands may fit together smoothly but something is still missing, and because she had learned to watch, in her years at the temple, and she understands. She had wondered how she could reconcile a heart divided until she'd seen what underscored Zurga's pain, seen Nadir's indecision in that final moment. And so she eases her thumb across his knuckles, soothingly, and says, "We need to go back."
That he does not question says everything.
<House of the Dragon, because it felt like time to try to get into Corlys' head for a bit instead of just camping out in Rhaenys' forever>
He leaves without saying goodbye, still smarting from how she had pushed him away. In that moment, perhaps more than he ever had before, he’d needed his wife, but she had refused to leave the hall, sobbing over Laenor’s body like her heart had shattered, and he could not stay there — not when she refused his touch, not when he could not bear to look upon the charred remains of his son — his son, the only legacy his name and his blood might have known. He knows they grieve in different ways; has he not seen her through the loss of so many of her family? And when the news from Pentos had come, they’d held onto each other. But this … this is different.
He bleeds, and part of it is the wound she’s dealt him, and if he knows it was anger and grief that caused her to lash out it makes it no easier in the moment, for his emotions are running as high and wild as her own. Does the sea not boil into a tempest, as surely as a fire may blaze?
But she had told him no with that one gesture, and he cannot stand a fire right now — not when it has taken both of his children in such a short space of time. He needs the solace of the sea, the only comfort that has never denied him, now more than ever.
#asked and answered#fanfic asks#house of the dragon#corlys velaryon#rhaenys x corlys#les pêcheurs de perles#in ur operas messing up ur tragedies?#wip tag#meme me#i thought about posting some of the unfinished stuff from between midnight and dawn#but i don't know if i'll ever be able to go back and write that one#so that seems like it'd be mean#defunct wips don't count#(i have so many wips it's ridiculous)#my suggestible brain#am i doing this instead of the work i need to be finishing up today? you bet i am!
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actually i can't think of proper terms of endearment anymore
#this one guy used to call me sugartits but exclusively in a southern accent (this was after *i* called him sugartits. for the bit.)#and then there's things i use for my irl currently#like#my honey bunches of oats#sweet sugar plum angel darling baby sunshine#currently I've been using mon ver more often#le ver de mon sol#les étoiles dans mon ciel la lumière de ma vie la perle de mon huître la rose de mon jardin etc etc#the point is to be unbearably cheesy and make them cringe (affectionately <3)#anyways i don't have any normal terms of endearment up in here except like. darling. o7#either very good or very bad for writing skk
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What kind of bubble is AI?
My latest column for Locus Magazine is "What Kind of Bubble is AI?" All economic bubbles are hugely destructive, but some of them leave behind wreckage that can be salvaged for useful purposes, while others leave nothing behind but ashes:
https://locusmag.com/2023/12/commentary-cory-doctorow-what-kind-of-bubble-is-ai/
Think about some 21st century bubbles. The dotcom bubble was a terrible tragedy, one that drained the coffers of pension funds and other institutional investors and wiped out retail investors who were gulled by Superbowl Ads. But there was a lot left behind after the dotcoms were wiped out: cheap servers, office furniture and space, but far more importantly, a generation of young people who'd been trained as web makers, leaving nontechnical degree programs to learn HTML, perl and python. This created a whole cohort of technologists from non-technical backgrounds, a first in technological history. Many of these people became the vanguard of a more inclusive and humane tech development movement, and they were able to make interesting and useful services and products in an environment where raw materials – compute, bandwidth, space and talent – were available at firesale prices.
Contrast this with the crypto bubble. It, too, destroyed the fortunes of institutional and individual investors through fraud and Superbowl Ads. It, too, lured in nontechnical people to learn esoteric disciplines at investor expense. But apart from a smattering of Rust programmers, the main residue of crypto is bad digital art and worse Austrian economics.
Or think of Worldcom vs Enron. Both bubbles were built on pure fraud, but Enron's fraud left nothing behind but a string of suspicious deaths. By contrast, Worldcom's fraud was a Big Store con that required laying a ton of fiber that is still in the ground to this day, and is being bought and used at pennies on the dollar.
AI is definitely a bubble. As I write in the column, if you fly into SFO and rent a car and drive north to San Francisco or south to Silicon Valley, every single billboard is advertising an "AI" startup, many of which are not even using anything that can be remotely characterized as AI. That's amazing, considering what a meaningless buzzword AI already is.
So which kind of bubble is AI? When it pops, will something useful be left behind, or will it go away altogether? To be sure, there's a legion of technologists who are learning Tensorflow and Pytorch. These nominally open source tools are bound, respectively, to Google and Facebook's AI environments:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/18/openwashing/#you-keep-using-that-word-i-do-not-think-it-means-what-you-think-it-means
But if those environments go away, those programming skills become a lot less useful. Live, large-scale Big Tech AI projects are shockingly expensive to run. Some of their costs are fixed – collecting, labeling and processing training data – but the running costs for each query are prodigious. There's a massive primary energy bill for the servers, a nearly as large energy bill for the chillers, and a titanic wage bill for the specialized technical staff involved.
Once investor subsidies dry up, will the real-world, non-hyperbolic applications for AI be enough to cover these running costs? AI applications can be plotted on a 2X2 grid whose axes are "value" (how much customers will pay for them) and "risk tolerance" (how perfect the product needs to be).
Charging teenaged D&D players $10 month for an image generator that creates epic illustrations of their characters fighting monsters is low value and very risk tolerant (teenagers aren't overly worried about six-fingered swordspeople with three pupils in each eye). Charging scammy spamfarms $500/month for a text generator that spits out dull, search-algorithm-pleasing narratives to appear over recipes is likewise low-value and highly risk tolerant (your customer doesn't care if the text is nonsense). Charging visually impaired people $100 month for an app that plays a text-to-speech description of anything they point their cameras at is low-value and moderately risk tolerant ("that's your blue shirt" when it's green is not a big deal, while "the street is safe to cross" when it's not is a much bigger one).
Morganstanley doesn't talk about the trillions the AI industry will be worth some day because of these applications. These are just spinoffs from the main event, a collection of extremely high-value applications. Think of self-driving cars or radiology bots that analyze chest x-rays and characterize masses as cancerous or noncancerous.
These are high value – but only if they are also risk-tolerant. The pitch for self-driving cars is "fire most drivers and replace them with 'humans in the loop' who intervene at critical junctures." That's the risk-tolerant version of self-driving cars, and it's a failure. More than $100b has been incinerated chasing self-driving cars, and cars are nowhere near driving themselves:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/09/herbies-revenge/#100-billion-here-100-billion-there-pretty-soon-youre-talking-real-money
Quite the reverse, in fact. Cruise was just forced to quit the field after one of their cars maimed a woman – a pedestrian who had not opted into being part of a high-risk AI experiment – and dragged her body 20 feet through the streets of San Francisco. Afterwards, it emerged that Cruise had replaced the single low-waged driver who would normally be paid to operate a taxi with 1.5 high-waged skilled technicians who remotely oversaw each of its vehicles:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/03/technology/cruise-general-motors-self-driving-cars.html
The self-driving pitch isn't that your car will correct your own human errors (like an alarm that sounds when you activate your turn signal while someone is in your blind-spot). Self-driving isn't about using automation to augment human skill – it's about replacing humans. There's no business case for spending hundreds of billions on better safety systems for cars (there's a human case for it, though!). The only way the price-tag justifies itself is if paid drivers can be fired and replaced with software that costs less than their wages.
What about radiologists? Radiologists certainly make mistakes from time to time, and if there's a computer vision system that makes different mistakes than the sort that humans make, they could be a cheap way of generating second opinions that trigger re-examination by a human radiologist. But no AI investor thinks their return will come from selling hospitals that reduce the number of X-rays each radiologist processes every day, as a second-opinion-generating system would. Rather, the value of AI radiologists comes from firing most of your human radiologists and replacing them with software whose judgments are cursorily double-checked by a human whose "automation blindness" will turn them into an OK-button-mashing automaton:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/23/automation-blindness/#humans-in-the-loop
The profit-generating pitch for high-value AI applications lies in creating "reverse centaurs": humans who serve as appendages for automation that operates at a speed and scale that is unrelated to the capacity or needs of the worker:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/
But unless these high-value applications are intrinsically risk-tolerant, they are poor candidates for automation. Cruise was able to nonconsensually enlist the population of San Francisco in an experimental murderbot development program thanks to the vast sums of money sloshing around the industry. Some of this money funds the inevitabilist narrative that self-driving cars are coming, it's only a matter of when, not if, and so SF had better get in the autonomous vehicle or get run over by the forces of history.
Once the bubble pops (all bubbles pop), AI applications will have to rise or fall on their actual merits, not their promise. The odds are stacked against the long-term survival of high-value, risk-intolerant AI applications.
The problem for AI is that while there are a lot of risk-tolerant applications, they're almost all low-value; while nearly all the high-value applications are risk-intolerant. Once AI has to be profitable – once investors withdraw their subsidies from money-losing ventures – the risk-tolerant applications need to be sufficient to run those tremendously expensive servers in those brutally expensive data-centers tended by exceptionally expensive technical workers.
If they aren't, then the business case for running those servers goes away, and so do the servers – and so do all those risk-tolerant, low-value applications. It doesn't matter if helping blind people make sense of their surroundings is socially beneficial. It doesn't matter if teenaged gamers love their epic character art. It doesn't even matter how horny scammers are for generating AI nonsense SEO websites:
https://twitter.com/jakezward/status/1728032634037567509
These applications are all riding on the coattails of the big AI models that are being built and operated at a loss in order to be profitable. If they remain unprofitable long enough, the private sector will no longer pay to operate them.
Now, there are smaller models, models that stand alone and run on commodity hardware. These would persist even after the AI bubble bursts, because most of their costs are setup costs that have already been borne by the well-funded companies who created them. These models are limited, of course, though the communities that have formed around them have pushed those limits in surprising ways, far beyond their original manufacturers' beliefs about their capacity. These communities will continue to push those limits for as long as they find the models useful.
These standalone, "toy" models are derived from the big models, though. When the AI bubble bursts and the private sector no longer subsidizes mass-scale model creation, it will cease to spin out more sophisticated models that run on commodity hardware (it's possible that Federated learning and other techniques for spreading out the work of making large-scale models will fill the gap).
So what kind of bubble is the AI bubble? What will we salvage from its wreckage? Perhaps the communities who've invested in becoming experts in Pytorch and Tensorflow will wrestle them away from their corporate masters and make them generally useful. Certainly, a lot of people will have gained skills in applying statistical techniques.
But there will also be a lot of unsalvageable wreckage. As big AI models get integrated into the processes of the productive economy, AI becomes a source of systemic risk. The only thing worse than having an automated process that is rendered dangerous or erratic based on AI integration is to have that process fail entirely because the AI suddenly disappeared, a collapse that is too precipitous for former AI customers to engineer a soft landing for their systems.
This is a blind spot in our policymakers debates about AI. The smart policymakers are asking questions about fairness, algorithmic bias, and fraud. The foolish policymakers are ensnared in fantasies about "AI safety," AKA "Will the chatbot become a superintelligence that turns the whole human race into paperclips?"
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/27/10-types-of-people/#taking-up-a-lot-of-space
But no one is asking, "What will we do if" – when – "the AI bubble pops and most of this stuff disappears overnight?"
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/19/bubblenomics/#pop
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Hey there, it’s Dad. I like to write about you and König. This 18+ blog contains dark content, please read warnings carefully and take care. About ☆ - Top Post
𖤓 LONGFORM KÖNIG FICS 𖤓
The Girl Who Conquered The Mountain ☆
╰┈➛ Protective!König x Reader | 144k Words
╰┈➛ You and König have been chosen as unwilling participants in a twenty-four person fight to the death.
Meine Perle ☆
╰┈➛ Octo!König x Reader | 25k Words
╰┈➛ “Just don’t step over the tape, don’t talk to it, and try not to spend too much time in there. Oh, and don’t forget the bucket.”
His
╰┈➛ Stalker!König x Reader | 15.5k Words
╰┈➛ König has an unhealthy obsession with you.
Experimental
╰┈➛ König x Reader | 22k Words
╰┈➛ König helps you with a new technology you’ve been developing. You see something you’re not supposed to.
𖤓 KÖNIG DRABBLES 𖤓
LOSER KÖNIG
Loser!König and Your Panties ☆
Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆
Sharing a Bed with Loser!König ☆
Finding Your Nudes On Loser!König’s Computer ☆
Loser!König Tracks Your Cycle ☆
Beach Day with Loser!König ☆
Dress Shopping with Loser!König ☆
Loser!König Spikes Your Drink
Loser!König and Self Aware Dating Simulator!Reader
Roommate Loser!König ☆
Loser!König and Clingy!Reader
Loser!König Cucked by Ghost
Touch-Starved Loser!König ☆
Loser!König and Bimbo!Reader
Loser!König Comforting Heartbroken Reader
Stargazing with Loser!König
Hot Day with Loser!König
Stalkerish Loser!König
Stalker/Loser König Steals Your Things
DOM/ABUSIVE KÖNIG
Jealous Of Your Sex Toys ☆
Catching Him Getting Off
Stalker!König Leaves You Tokens ☆
König Is Insatiable ☆
Jealous!König Makes A Bet With You
Slasher!König
Dacryphilia With König
Gun Play with König
Knife Play with König
König Admiring Your Ass
König’s Voiceline Inspired Drabbles
“They are no match for me” ☆
“Let’s be honest, it’s better off in my hands” ☆
“Who else is with you?”
“I can make you talk”
“Not bad… I’ve seen better”
König’s Uniform Inspired Drabbles
König’s Gloves
König’s Belt
König’s Boots
König’s Teeth
SUB KÖNIG
Sub!König Visits Dominatrix!Reader for the First Time ☆
Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆
König Gets Hard at Gunpoint
Humiliating König with Cum-Eating
König & Pegging
König is as Submissive as a Knight to His Liege
GENTLE KÖNIG
Gentle/Protective!König and Spacey!Reader ☆
Gentle!König Falls in Love Without Realizing it
Gentle!König with Insecure Plus Size Reader
Gentle!König Makes You Feel Better After A Long Day
Surprising Gentle!König with Pregnancy
Stargazing with Gentle Loser!König
Gentle!König Helping Around the House
141 BOYS
John Price Knows About Your Crush ☆
John Price Gives You A Spanking
John Price & CringeFail Reader
Ghost Can’t Decide If You Should Finish
HUNGER GAMES AU KÖNIG
Based on the Protective!König Longform Fic: The Girl Who Conquered The Mountain
All TGWCM Bonus Content
Will update frequently, I have a goal of one drabble a day :)
Requests / asks always welcome ♡
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💗 zum Valentinstag hätte ich noch ein tolles Notizbuch in Herz-Form für Euch als Empfehlung 💗 mit Satin-Röschen und Perlen 💗 Ihr bekommt einen nachhaltigen Einband, denn die Einlegeblätter halten mit Buchbinderingen zusammen, die sich öffnen und schließen lassen 💗 das Notizbuch ist nachfüllbar 💗 # herz#heart#notiz#notizen#notizbuch#notizbuchliebe#liebe#love#rose#satin#röschen#perle#perlen#hochzeit#wedding#todo#schreiben#rosen#write#note#notes#notizbücher#geschenk#geschenkideen#hochzeitsdeko#hochzeitsgeschenk#weddinginspiration#weddingdecor#weddingideas#weddingflowers (hier: Renidere Verlag) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnt0ypfLXsW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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hey san !! i love your writing specifically the sae reaction to edits, can we get some more hx's like that but for rin and kaiser ? hope your doing well btw <3
hi nonnie !!! tysmsm and i'm doing pretty good, hbu?
rin accidentally got a peek of your folder filled with edits of him when you guys were just hanging out in your bedroom.
"you're actually insane." he murmured as he got a closer look at the folder, furrowing his eyebrows in complete disbelief. he's one hundred percent sure he's seeing things, over 200 edits is deranged and he means that lovingly.
"i'm afraid i don't get what you mean." a sweet smile plastered on your face, some could even say you were admiring your collection.
he's beyond flattered, of course, but this is concerning. he looked back up at you slowly, "i don't- why do you- over 200?" he asks, unsure of what to question first. although to question nothing is probably the best idea.
"yea! hold on, i'll show you my favourites." you said giddily and just as those words escaped your mouth, rin itoshi's whole face turned to a deeper shade of a tomato (if that's even possible).
"no." he said before walking out the room to go calm down and definitely fan his face like a princess from the 1800s being wooed.
"what is it that you're doing, meine perle?" kaiser asked you, his arms caging you on the couch. but still, you were persistent on not showing him what you were doing on your phone.
usually he wouldn't bother you as much, he respects your privacy and most of all he trusts you.
this instance however is different. why? well, he saw you fangirling. it's the same look you have when you see him on the field or god forbid the look you have when you see an actor or idol you love.
"i'm not doing anything, what are you doing?" you pursed your lips. he narrowed his eyes at you. he knows you'll break, i mean, it's him.
"fine, okay, look for yourself." you groaned, turning the phone towards him. an edit of him played, once, twice, then thrice. kaiser wasn't able to speak for as long as minute but it felt like an hour to poor old you.
a smug smile was on his face, well, it's kaiser. "my darling was fawning over an edit? not just any edit but an edit of me? i'm incredibly honoured." he teased, squeezing your cheeks together and pecking your lips.
"leave me alone." you whined, shaking your head. you couldn't help but giggle a bit, kaiser is pretty cute.
© sanb3rry2024
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Un cielo di perle (teaser) | kth
“un cielo di perle” means a sky of pearls in italian
⏤ pairing: taehyung x female reader
⏤ genre: college au, rich kid!taehyung, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ summary: taehyung doesn’t know how to love, he actually has never loved anyone, not even himself. he dreams of escaping this life, a life where he can do whatever he wants and where his parents don’t exploit him. his dream becomes a reality when he meets you; however, it comes with a challenge. at first, you hate him. but as the saying goes, there’s only one step between hate and love. and when taehyung loves, he can steal a sky of pearls for his lover.
⏤ author’s note: well, i’m currently working on this fic. tbh, i’m very inspired lately & i’ve been desiring to write for the other members for a while already. i’m quite excited for this one 😬 seeing the boys all together again has definitely made so happy & pushed me to write even more. i hope you’ll like this one 💜
⏤ playlist: brividi - Mahmood ft. Blanco
⏤ tag list: let me know in anyway if you want to be tagged when i post this and if you are part of my permanent taglist, you will be automatically added ✨
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Please can you write about ex boyfriend Konig can't moved on from reader. He sneaked in her house and raped her. She resist him at first but then he just dicks her down.
You Can't Leave Me (fem)
MDNI🔞
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>cw: fem/afab, rape, stalking, toxic ex, p in v, oral
1.8k word count
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It’s now been eight months since you’ve broken up with König. When you found out about the trackers he put on your phone and car, it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Since then, you’ve moved into your own apartment an hour away from König. Your phone number has been changed along with all social media deactivated.
The last several months have been hard, but you’ve been pushing through so well. Too well, actually. König never lost track of you. He knows your new address, phone number, job, and schedule. You changed your scenery, but not who you are. So, when you left one day, he knew where to look.
Of course, you move to your favorite city. You know König hates the city. He never wanted to move here. You move into the apartment that is only ten minutes from a bookstore, one that you become a frequent customer of quickly. König knows you like the back of his hand. There is no escaping him.
One thing he didn’t expect was you finding someone so quickly. It’s only been eight months. You were together for five years. It should take you longer to move on before realizing there is no one else for you. What the fuck is this?
König walks behind you at a distance as you walk to your date. Wearing a yellow summer dress compliments your body, paired with white sandals. Is that…make-up? That’s not right, you don’t wear make-up; you don’t need it. You’re so naturally beautiful.
He watches you walk into a café. A very handsome brunette man stands and hugs you. His hand resting above your ass, comfortable with your body as if he’s touched it already. When did he miss this? He glares at the two of you before walking away and going to your apartment.
While you’re out on your nice little date, König breaks into your apartment. Not really breaking in when he finds your spare and uses it, right? He enters your apartment for the first time, taking a deep breath. It smells just like you.
König walks throughout your home, looking at the new photos on the wall of your city friends. One of you with this new guy. He knocks it over. He continues on to your bedroom, seeing your bed is messy; you never make it. His eyes drift to the floor where he sees a pair of black underwear. With little thought, he stands and walks to them. A little white stain, you were aroused? By what? Who?
König lifts the underwear under his mask and to his nose, taking in a deep breath. Exquisite. He shoves the underwear into his pocket and keeps looking. Stepping into your bathroom, he turns the light on. His eyes fall to a little purple case near the sink. It can’t be. Is his little Schatz on birth control?
A sharp stinging feeling deep in his gut travels up to his heart. The mental image of that pathetic worthless man going raw into his Kleine Perle disgust him. You’re whoring yourself out, he knew you’d be lost without him.
He turns the light off and sits on the toilet, pulling out your panties to sniff while he waits for you. An hour passes and he began to grow worried that maybe you went back home with that loser. Right as he was going to check his phone, he hears your keys in the door.
You enter your apartment while on the phone. For safety, you always call a friend while walking.
“Yeah, I’m home now though. I love you, Ann. I’ll see you Tuesday.” Once you hang up, you kick your shoes off and place your purse on the hook.
As you pass your photos in the living room, you notice the photo of you and Finn has been knocked over. A wave of anxiety rushes over you. You try to reason with yourself. It’s almost been a year and you’ve never seen König. He’s probably moved on the same way you have.
You enter your bedroom and turn the lights on. The door closes behind you as you take off your dress, tossing it into the hamper. You grab out a pair of pajamas, placing them on your bed. Reaching behind your back, you unhook your bra, tossing it aside. When you do, you look down at the floor and notice your black pair of underwear is missing.
Maybe you put it in the hamper? Slowly, you walk to the hamper and look inside. At that moment, your bathroom door opens. Your eyes go up and meet the dreadful pale blue eyes. Your heart beat sky rockets, your feet moving ahead of your brain as you turn to run.
König is fast. He reaches out and wraps his arms tightly around your stomach. Lifting you in the air as you kick and scream, slamming you down hard on the bed. The air leaves your lungs and your screaming stops. König pulls out your underwear from his pocket and shoves it into your mouth. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pulling off his belt with one hand and tying your hands together.
When you try to kick him to get away, but he just climbs on you, resting his weight on you. “Where are you trying to go, Hase?” He growls.
Your screams are muffles as you try to squirm away from König.
“I saw your birth control pills.” He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back. “That is still my pussy. You are still mine.”
You shake your head no and try to break free from his grasp. His 6 ’10 280 lb body is just too big to fight back against.
König’s hands begin to travel along your mostly naked body. Your skin is just as soft as he remembers. His finger hooks your panties and moves it down. You buck backwards like a horse and try to kick him. A heavy hand comes down and spanks your ass cheek, you whimper.
“Stay still. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” König finishes pulling your underwear off completely before standing off of your body and getting undressed.
“It’s a shame you thought that you could get away from me. Bigger shame you decided to give away my body to another man. You know I don’t like that.” You can hear his pants drop to the floor finally.
König walks to your body and drags you to the center of the bed. He joins you on the bed, spreading your ass cheeks and pushing his face between them, taking a deep breath.
“That’s still my fucking pussy.” He grabs your ass and jiggles them before climbing over you, one leg on either side of your thighs.
His heavy cock slaps against your cheeks. He spits in his hand and rubs it around the tip of his cock, rubbing the tip along your folds. The feeling of his cock being pressed up against your entrance makes you squirm your hips, but that doesn’t stop König.
König spreads your ass cheeks with his hands so he can have a clear view of your pussy. He looks down at you and pushes himself into you. You tense up, only making yourself tighter for him. A loud moan leaves his lips as he buries his cock deep inside of your pussy.
He doesn’t allow you any time to adjust to his enormous dick as he slams his hips into you. You shake your body, trying your best to break free of his belt around your hands. Eventually you manage to spit your underwear out.
“Stop!” You cry out as you kick your legs as you writhe under him.
“Just take my cock.” He groans.
One of his hands comes down on your head and pushes your face into the pillow, holding you there as he picks up his pace. He rams his cock hard enough to cause pain, forcing the full length of his cock into your tight cunt. Your cries are muffled.
König yanks his head back and forces your head up. “What? You can’t handle my cock anymore?”
“Fuck you! Get off of me!”
“What? You don’t like my cock anymore?” He asks in a condescending tone.
“No!”
“Shut up.” He pulls his cock out of your pussy, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you to the edge of the bed.
König puts you on your back and slaps his cock on your lips, rubbing it back and forth. You try to turn your head but he grabs your jaw and forces you to stay still. The tip of his cock presses against your lips pressed tightly together.
“Open.” He lightly taps the side of your face.
Your mouth opens and König shoves himself inside. He forces his way into your throat, finger tracing the outline of his cock appearing. You gag, causing spit to come out of your mouth and on to your face. König keeps pressing in until his balls are resting on your face. Not being about to breathe, you kick and arch your body.
“Shhhh, calm down. You can take it.” He pushes even further.
König begins to rock his hips, fucking your throat. His heavy balls hitting your face over and over. This causes you to gag again and you throw up, turning your head to the side and vomiting on the floor. He laughs, “Are you going to be a good girl or should I keep going?”
“I’ll be good.” You pant with tears in your eyes.
“Gut.” König growls as he walks to the other side of the bed, joining you.
He lays behind you, lifting one of your legs and tells you to hold it. His hand covered in your spit handles his cock as he slips it into your pussy. Your gummy cunt welcomes him back. König grabs your face and turns your face to his.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Mine.”
“Say it, Schatz.” His voice trembling as he bullies his cock deep inside of you.
You try to suppress the orgasmic feeling his cock gives you. As much as you like Finn, his cock is nothing compared to König’s. No matter how toxic König is, you can’t help but to miss him.
“Yours.” You moan out bashfully, hating yourself.
“What was that?” A grin crosses König’s lips.
“It’s yours!” You angrily moan.
“Fuck yes!” König rolls his body on top of yours, your leg pushed over as he grasps your hip and thigh. As he thrust into you, he pulls your back to meet his thrust.
Pitiful mewls freely leave your lips; a mixture of shame and euphoria consumes your whole body. You look back at him, your eyes meeting, as you see the same possessive glare in his eyes as he always has. Will you ever escape this man?
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as a big tiddy person can I request something with Octo!König and a reader with a larger chest? He’s canons, drabble, whatever you feel like doing 💕
I do try to write most of my things as neutral as possible so that no one feels excluded, like if I said reader had boobs and you don't, and that takes you out of the fic. That's something I don't want to do to people. That being said, I will absolutely write something specific if requested <3
so here we go!
Female Reader is a civilian and is already married to Octo!König. This got a little carried away and there's not so much focus on the size of readers chest so if you'd like more or different do let me know :)
tw: 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, monster fucking? maybe, tentacles, hybrid character, female anatomy described
Dinner at home without your husband was always hard. It was lonely and sometimes he had been gone so long that it didn't even feel like you were married. Of course you knew what his life was like, you agreed to it but it doesn't mean you can't feel sorry for yourself sometimes.
So tonight dinner was popcorn and whatever sad romcom you found first. In an effort to feel good you had put on the lingerie that made you feel confident and sexy. It was also Königs favourite set on you, it's the one that no matter how crazy it drives him, he refuses to rip it. He takes it off of you slowly, hesitantly so that no harm comes to the delicate lace and he can see you in it again.
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Popcorn stale, the credits of a movie you didn't pay attention to rolling in the background, everything was drowned out by your own fantasies as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, never quite hitting the spot. As you desperately chased a high that wasn't coming you missed the door and your husbands greeting. You didn't even hear as he walked in and right up to the couch you were laying on,
"Missed me Perle?" the voice startled you as you scrambled to cover yourself before realising who it was, " You seem frustrated, would you like some help?"
He fixed his eyes on you, a stare that would make grown men weep but for you, it's a promise of pleasure. A small nod was all it took and his own fingers replaced yours. Thick fingers that knew exactly which spots to hit, how deep to go and how to stroke your clit just right to have you seeing stars.
As you cam down from the high you felt König's fingers leave you and the tell tale suction from his hybrid form make its way across your skin. This was one of his favourite ways to cuddle and destress from work. He burrows his way around your boobs. His head sat squarely in the middle as his arms wrap around your breasts and pull them together, effectively squeezing himself in between them. Of course he can't leave your nipple out in the cold so he always makes sure to cover them with his arms and even takes care to place a sucker right on top, so he can play with you all he wants.
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