#vic’s asks and replies

[themotherofhorses]

are you willing to share any handmaid ideas you currently have?👀

sure! here’s a smut WIP idea (inspired by THAT alicent x criston scene):

Sweet handmaid is trying her best to focus on sewing up one of Prince Aemond’s trousers — ripped during a past training session.

Meanwhile, he’s between her thighs, going to town on her like an absolute menace that hasn’t eaten in fifteen days.

The rest ….. well, you gotta wait to read :D

[vicsbasement]

My favourite headcanon is that Carlos has been in love with Charles since the very beginning (he even said he followed Charles' F2 career), while Charles has only realised it recently

This headcanon is so precious to me. Unfortunately I just got to F1 during last year so all I've learned about the past of both drivers has been retroactively, through Wikipedia, interviews, etc. I wish I could've been there to enjoy them as young drivers too.

But about Charles just realizing it recently... YES??? I can see it, I can feel it, something shifted in his heart this year. They're closer than they've ever been, they look so comfortable around each other... They behave like they genuinely enjoy each other's company.

Anyway thank you so much for sending me this ask because it made me smile ❤️

[habibisagi]

tumblr is hiding ur reply to me about maki and her daddy kink but im going to assume u agree with me bc its a vision i saw in the flames and the voices whispered in my ear etc etc

the vision you saw in the flames and the voices in your ear are correct i fear vic I LOVE DADDY MAKI i think it fits her so well….. i fear the dynamic is a bit sick though because she does actually wanna fill in for that missing role in your life in a way that you need (and it becomes a need for her) </3 also out of spite to be what everyone around her growing up would tell her she isn't or can't be. and that is to be a man you need (in a woman) ........ v__v

[netherfeildren]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

I'm gunna do it right this time, I swear I've read it correctly now!

gypsy water byredo perfume

my signed copy of the goldfinch by donna tartt

waking up late

peonies

when you're getting to know someone for the first time and they tell you small details about their childhood and you know that you're really getting to know them in a real way

[thestarsof-victius]

☆ in response to a question from my ama;  ☆

@a-feral-child-let-lose​

☆ i use medibang paint pro, and i have a drawing tablet. thanks for asking!  ☆

[anquenin]

" come on. have a taste. "

it sounded like a devil talking. tempting. and there was the thought for astarion to think, that certainly there was a devil talking to him. the woman before him. salvation. no other gods would listen, no one cared. and he knows to an extent that astarion is convinient. but here it's safe, and here it's decadent, everything he could've wished for. no longer had he had to be bound to the chains cazador had him in. the rules changed, and maybe his luck too. and he starves. he starves, and has been like this for so long. blood spilled calling for him. drawn, he walks slow. doesn't trust her. he would never trust a vampire again. he did that mistake once. ( but she seems different. it's all the same. but different. ) she was the one to kill cazador, he understands it is not out of the goodness of her heart. but when she extends the blood in a cup. when astarion has been hungry. barely fed. it's hard to deny himself. it's over, he can have everything he could possibly want. starting now, starting today. he takes the cup and holds it to his lips. the smell dizzying, perfumed even. red eyes look at her. trying to figure out any emotion. anything happening, before he drinks. and it's nothing like he has had before. it overflows, drips down the edges of his mouth. stains his shirt. it feels almost like a gift. a promise. of what's to come. of what will be. he doesn't trust his voice to speak. he doesn't say anything. eyes on hers. did he tell you he did not feed us properly? did you just know? astarion instead licks his lips. "-it's warm still." he points out, not as a complaint. just to say something. he says it with difficulty, like he's still processing it. the blood, the taste. the delicacy in it all. it could be his. it would be. it was.

@victo1re

[vxctorx]

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞ (from Peter)

@pxnandqxll

❝—I see.❞ His smile is veiled by the line of his arm, bared to the morning light just as the rest of his limbs which adorn Peter's bedsheets. His languid touch finds the tousled locks of his beloved's hair, his fingers sinking amongst the silken strands in a soft caress. ❝—And what exactly are you finding so admirable in me?❞

[darlingvirus]

13 - Vic

I don't really HAVE conflicted feelings about a lot of people, anon. If you're stupid you're stupid and I don't like you. Easy. I guess I feel a bit strange about Byrd sometimes, though. I've fought her hand to hand a few times over conflicting hunts and I actually quite enjoy that. It's hard to find people who can keep up with me at all. I would go so far as to say she's my friend, but I know she doesn't like me at all HAHA

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

[[--- I'll reply to the rest later tomorrow. I'm very tired.]]

[themotherofhorses]

I think it’s time to be real, Vic. I am genuinely very disappointed at the fact that you decided to murder handmaid, despite so many of your readers begging you to not go through with it. I read through your “handmaid” tag and it seems like a good majority voted against it. Do you not care for them? Do you not value their own input and opinions? Honestly, what was the point of building up such a gorgeous romance only to butcher it at the very end? Plus the violence you shared in that snippet is equally disturbing and unnecessary, especially being aimed at small children.

“Her twins are dead – their tiny, broken bodies strewn near their father’s desk. One is missing his head, if she is correct. Was it Aemion? Aenar?”

Yikes.

I think this is very telling. But, in the end, you are an adult. Do what you want to do, but just know that this decision will cost you some of your biggest fans, myself included.

Hello anon! I’m gonna use proper capitalization and punctuation to answer this because …. woah. LMAO.

I hear you, I see you, I feel you.

But let’s have a friendly little conversation: at the end of the day, this is fucking FANFICTION. It is NOT real! There is literally no need to be this upset over something as silly as words being typed up in a word doc. I promise you that it does not equal the ending of the world.

(But also let’s be real, if handmaid was canon in F&B, GRRM would’ve probably killed her off too. It is rare that something so good and pure actually survives within the world of Westeros.)

Listen, I understand that many people didn’t want handmaid (and her children) to meet such a horrible fate; that is why I decided to offer two “canon” endings — an angst and a happy one. That way you can easily ignore the angst ending in favor of the happy one!! Problem solved.

But ….. but you are also treading through the Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon fandom.

Major character death, extreme acts of violence, and heartbreak is expected. Have you actually read F&B? Literally everyone DIES in the book. They all meet such gruesome fates, including the children. Just look at Helaena! At Jaehaerys! No one is safe.

One of the most common themes found inside ASOIAF is “the innocent always pays the price for the actions of their rulers.”

In my handmaid series, handmaid/Anya (+her children) endure the consequences of Aemond’s actions at Storm’s End (and, by extension, the actions of the Greens usurping the throne following the death of Viserys). I’d argue that her death ventures incredibly close to canon-level material.

You do not need to read this upcoming fanfic update. I will not hold you responsible for such. No feelings will be hurt, I promise. As I mentioned in previous replies, the happy ending will soon follow; in fact, “hair braiding” and “family picnic” are canon to the happy ending!

So let’s all chill out. Take a deep breath, eat a snickers bar, go scratch a dog between their ears.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sound III

Steph Catley x Child!Reader

Summary: Your first day at school

"Go on," Steph says," Go and stand with Calvin and I'll take a picture."

You shift a little on your feet as you do as you're told.

Steph's been floating on air this whole morning.

She made you a special breakfast of pancakes and strawberries. She brushed your hair gently and helped your change into your new uniform.

You think she might end up crying too but that's only because your best friend told you that's what her mothers did when they were in the shop to buy her new uniform.

"You're so grown up now, angel," Steph says from behind her camera," I might cry."

You knew that would happen and you shuffle forward to hug her.

She's much bigger than you. She's always been bigger than you but that's okay because Steph says you've got a much bigger heart than her so you try to force all of your love into this hug for her.

"It's only a half day, alright?" She says, though it seems like she's trying to remind herself more than you," So I'll be picking you up right before lunch and we'll head back to training. I'm sure the others are all going to be so excited to hear about your day."

"Okay, Mummy."

"And..." Steph trails up, biting at her lip for a moment before kneeling down and drawing your closer. "There's going to be a lot of kids and they won't be like your friends at camp. They might not...understand that-"

"That I have to wear extra ears?"

"That you have to wear hearing aids, that's right. Do you remember your rules?"

You do.

Of course you do.

Steph made sure you memorised all of them during summer, insisting that they were important for your wellbeing.

"Don't let anyone touch my ears. No turning off my ears and remember that my new friends might not know how to sign so I have to use my voice."

Steph smiles. "Good girl. And make sure that if anyone teases you, you go straight to the teacher to let them know."

You nod. "I will, Mummy."

Steph doesn't end up crying at home though her eyes water slightly as she loads you up into the car.

She doesn't even cry when she leaves you in your new classroom with your new teacher and your new classmates.

She does cry in the car though.

In the car.

On the way to training.

At training.

She just can't seem to stop.

"She's so big now," Steph sobs into Beth's shoulder," So big. When did she get so big?"

"Still crying?" Kyra asks with a dismissive eye roll.

"Has been for the past half an hour," Alessia replies," Beth had to convince her not to pick y/n up early."

"Y/n's a great kid. I'm sure she's having the best time."

"Don't tell Steph that. It might be too much to cope with."

The hours tick by slowly or at least they do to Steph. For what feels like every half an hour, she looks up at the clock to find only five minutes have passed.

It's excruciatingly painful and it's clear to everyone that she's not really listening so it's no surprise that Steph is up and gone like a shot the minute her alarm goes off.

She's early to pick up, anxiously parked outside the school and tapping her steering wheel before your class comes out.

You're near the front like she told you to be, your pastel pink backpack practically dwarfing you in size as you come out.

"Hey, angel," Steph coos as you go running into her arms, burying your face into her neck," Hey. I missed you today."

"Missed you too, mummy," You reply, your voice small and quiet like it usually is," I kept my ears on. I didn't let people touch them. I spoke as I signed too."

"Good girl," Steph says, easily lifting you up into her arms," And was it good? School? Did you have fun?"

You look a little nervous but still nod. "I think so."

Steph doesn't want to pry too deep into that while still on school grounds but there's a horrible sinking feeling in her chest at your words.

They play on her mind as she drives back to training. They're at the very front of her thoughts as she watches you go off to play with Kyra, Vic and Alessia.

She almost wears the floor down with her pacing as your words circle her head without respite.

You were a little nervous to tell her. You weren't sure if you had fun at school.

You certainly look like you're having fun now though as Kyra grabs you from behind and swings you around in the air before Vic and Less pounce and tickle your tummy.

You shriek with laughter and Steph doesn't want to think about you not having this kind of fun at school too.

She doesn't want to think about it all but she can't help it, calling out to stop your play before she even realises what she's done.

"Hey," She says, taking your hands and sitting down on the grass with you," I wanted to talk to you. Can we talk?"

You're still smiling - that infectious smile you have that makes everyone smile with you. "We can talk, Mummy!"

"I wanted to talk about school."

Your bright smile drops immediately. "Oh."

Steph draws you closer until you're firmly sat on her lap and she can hold your properly.

"I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?"

"I can do that."

Steph takes a big breath before asking," Did you enjoy school? This is important."

You say something but it's a mumble and Steph has to strain to hear you.

"I enjoyed it. Had a lot of fun."

Steph frowns. "Then why did you say you weren't sure earlier."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek for a moment before you say," You looked sad this morning when you were getting me ready. I didn't want you to be more sad if it looked like I had more fun at school."

"Oh...Well..." Steph takes a moment to compose herself, to think through her muddle of thoughts. "You don't have to be scared to tell me these things, angel. I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things. I just want you to be happy."

[vicsbasement]

Hi!! I somehow didn't connect that you are shadil on AO3 (even though it's right there in your bio... I need to fix my eyes). I absolutely loved no other sadness in the world would do. It was so wholesome and so well written. Thank you for putting your work out there for us to see!

Oh my God, thank you! I thought that you had tracked me all the way from Ao3 because I started getting your reviews and then you followed me on here, so I just assumed you knew I was the same person all along 😂 Thank you for your comments about no other sadness in the world would do, that fic is my baby and it holds a huge place in my heart. It was just a very fun experience all around, people responded really well to the fic and it was my second foray into the F1 fandom, so I made really good memories with it. I'm very glad you enjoyed it too because I had a lot of fun writing it and planning which scenarios I would put those boys in ❤️ I hope to see you around here more often, then! :3

[skipper1331]

Art // Leah Williamson

You loved playing football yet drawing and painting was your silent passion. A passion nobody really knew about.

It all started when you were a kid. After a bad day, lost match you would be so angry and disappointed that you would draw your anger away. It didn‘t matter if it was with pencils, crayons or acrylic, you didn‘t care if it was on paper or on a canvas. You just had to draw/paint.

Slowly, it not only started to reduce your anger but to become a daily thing. Over the years you got better and better and even sold some paintings.

When you moved to London, transfered to Arsenal from the german league you took your painting utils with you.

In your new apartment was an extra room which used to be a guest room - you didn't need it, so you set it up as a painting room. The floor was covered with foil as were parts of the wall while many canvases and tubes of paint stood on the newly built shelves. Your desk was full of paper, sketchbooks, pens, erasers, etc. everything an artist needed. It was your favorite room in your apartment.

As the weeks went on, you drew everything interesting. Such as the training facility, jerseys, the stadium and much more.

But If someone would have looked through your sketchbook they would‘ve noticed that there was one thing or rather one person which was drawn very often. Arsenals number 6. Leah Williamson. You couldn‘t explain why but she was incredible. Everything about her was perfect; her talent, her personality, her smile. You just could not not draw her. Often you only realized that you had drawn her after your drawing was already finished and when drawing number 12 of Leah was finished you knew you had a crush on her. What you didn‘t realize though was a) she also developed a crush on you and b) your face and hands covered in paint and pencil has not gone unnoticed. To find out why that was the team formed an alliance. When Rosa questioned why they simply didn‘t ask you her head was smacked from Kyra, Alessia and Vic. "It‘s much more exciting this way" Kyra replied mischievously.

Mission Colour had officially started.

On bus rides, plane flights, away games you would always have your 'away sketchbook' and one pencil with you just to calm down or to stay calm. Most of the time you sat next to Manu, your national teammate. She was like big sister to you and of course she knew about your drawing talent but what she didn‘t know was that a few teammates wanted to find out. As well Manu knew about your little crush, not because you told her but because she saw your sketch of Leah and connected the dots.

It was the next day when you came to training with a blue stripe on you forehead and hands covered with many shades of blue. This morning you worked on your current project (a painting of the ocean) and lost track of time. You hadn‘t had the chance to look in the mirror again after you rushed out of your flat to the car.

Fast forward, here you were in the training facility in bright red clothes while your skin was covered in blue.

"Looking like Papa smurf" Katie laughed, gently shoving you towards the mirror in the changing room.

Your eyes widened in horror, "Shit" aggressively you started to rub at the stripe of paint but it was too late. The stripe was already dry. Making your way to the bathroom, you wet the paper towel, not much hope about cleaning your face.

"Hey" you heard a voice beside you, your eyes locking with the blonde defenders through the mirror, "do you need some help?" Leah asked, already concerned by the way you aggressively rubbed your forehead, "hey, lemme-" the girl gently tugged at your wrist as she turned you to face her. She grabbed another paper towel, putting a tiny bit of soap on it before she put it under water. In silence, the taller girl started to clean your face. Her movements were slow and tender as she tried to stay cool while she was so close to you. In the meantime, you admired the blonde, scanned every feature of her face.

"Secretly a Chelsea fan, huh?" the gunner asked, trying to ease the obvious tension in the room.

"Gosh no," you chuckled, "I was working on my new proctect this morning and lost track of time" you admitted, Leah raising a brow in return.

"You must think I’m pretty unorganized, hm?"

"of course not!" She replied immediately, "i was just wondering, project? What project?"

"It‘s nothing much, just a painting project" you shrugged your shoulders, "the ocean."

"I didn‘t know you could paint" she stated, the dots connecting with all the paint stains that covered your clothes and body since you had arrived in London.

"Maybe you‘d like to see some of my works?" your voice was quiet, shy as you nervously scratched your neck.

"It‘s a date" the same moment, Leah dropped the comment, you heard Kim call, "training starts" which let Leah hurry out of the room, leaving you completely shocked and with a mix of nervousness and excitement alone. Was she serious?

-

"Leah, wait!"

Training had finished half an hour ago, the girls, including you, doing their usual routines, some had physio, some went straight to the showers or others that just changed their clothes happy to finally go home - Leah, one of the girls who preferred to shower at home after a particularly long cardio session.

"Were you serious about the date? Because if not that would be totally fine, but if so, I’d really like to go on a date with you" you rambled, "we could go out for dinner or i could cook for you or not, because I’m not the greatest cook, but maybe take out would be fine too?! whatever you like works for me!"

"Take a deep breath, love" she smiled, squeezing your hand, "i was serious" her cheeks slowly turning red, "sorry, could‘ve been a bit more romantic, i admit, but indeed, I’d be very happy to go on a date with you"

"Oh, really!" you were so surprised, shocked even that the Leah Williamson wanted to go on a date with you.

"Yes, really. What about this: I’ll go home for a shower and at-" she looked at her watch, "at 7, I’ll be at your front door with some food in my hands. Neither of us has to cook and we can have a nice and relaxed evening, how does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect, thank you"

"See you soon" she smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she felt brave enough to do so in that moment.

Like in trance, you watched her walk away while your fingers touched the spot were lips had been a few seconds ago. Wow.

On the other hand as soon as Leah sat in her car, she did a little happy dance, finally getting the chance to spend some time with you alone and even better, being able to call it a date.

-

5 minutes early the defender stood in front of your door, two bags of food in one hand while the other hand held a bouquet of flowers.

With confidence Leah rang the door bell, she felt untouchable. She had a date with the prettiest girl and nothing would stop her from trying to be the best version of herself for you. She really wanted this to work out.

In all honesty, Leah had been crushing on you for quite a while. It all started with an international friendly where you both were captaining your nations. You fell in conversation easily, the blonde friends with some of your national teammates.

Since then the Lioness followed you on your socials, also enjoying watching you play football - something about your technic and brain for the game made her fall in love with football all over again.

When the announcement was made that you‘d join Arsenal, she was excited, overly so. She wanted to talk to you again, be your friend. But soon the thought of just being friends combined with her little crush on you that was getting bigger and bigger day by day was long forgotten. She wanted to get to know you, on a deeper level than just the typical friendly one.

"Hey! Welcome in" you said with a wide smile, stepping aside.

"Hi, these are for you" the defenders cheeks turned slightly pink as yours did too.

"These are beautiful, thank you so much" the bouquet was big mix of multiple flowers in multiple colours, "i didn‘t know what your favorite flower was, so i bought one of each they had"

"I love it and I really appreciate it" shy smiles were exchanged before your attention was brought back, "follow me. So this is my living room and as you can see, there‘s my kitchen. I hope you like wine? I found this one in my cupboard" you pointed at the bottle on your coffee table. "Here let me plate the food, make yourself a home" as you wandered off to the kitchen, Leah admired your home. It was tidy yet looked very cozy. Then her gaze fell to various of pictures and paintings you had in your living room. One in particular caught her attention, it reminded her of something that she couldn’t form in words, an familiar warm feeling filled her chest as she looked at it closely - something about this painting was special.

-

The night went on with an ease, everything felt so natural. Dinner was great, the conversation flowing, the tv long forgotten as both of your attentions were on each other. Throughout the night the two of you had moved closer, knees already touching as you shared jokes and stories about everything and nothing.

"I must say, i really like the paintings in here. This one especially" she pointed at your favorite.

"Thank you, that‘s very nice of you to say"

"How much did they cost you? They look so expensive!" she admired, quickly realizing what an rude question she asked, "oh I’m so sorry, that‘s not something I should be asking"

"No, don’t worry, you’re good" you assured her, "they didn‘t cost me anything, i did them myself" you said, "well, that‘s a lie, i had to buy the canvas and the paint but other than that i didn‘t cost me anything."

"No way! You really did these? Are you joking?"

You shook your head.

"Wow! These are amazing. Like seriously, you’ve got some serious talent!"

Soon you furiously started to blush, getting all shy as you looked away from the gunner.

"Can i see the ocean painting which you talked earlier about?" she remembered, hoping to get see more of your work.

"Sure, but it‘s not finished yet"

"That‘s fine. I‘d see anything you painted, really, this is so impressive"

"Stop" you buried your face in your hands, your cheeks as hot as ever, the tip of your ears a deep shade of red, "hey, no. Don’t hide that pretty face of yours" taking your hands out of your face, you stared at each other as everything around you fell silent. Both of you were so close, if you would just lean forward-

"Here follow me" you broke the silence, grabbing the lioness’ hand and dragging her to your art room, "don’t mind the mess" you said as you opened the door, showing Leah the inside of your heart.

For once, the defender didn‘t know what to say. Everywhere she looked where painting, sketches and drawings. It was like she not only stepped into your heart but also your brain.

"Wow" she whispered, in utter disbelief at what she saw. You did this. All of this!

Walking around the room Leah felt like she was at an art gallery, heavily impressed about the beauty she got to see in each painting.

"May i look in these too?" she asked once she was at your desk, sketchbooks across the table.

Slowly, you nodded. In that moment, you didn’t even think about the fact that you had sketched Leah too, and that more than once.

Every now and then, compliments slipped out while her fingers traced the lines and shapes of your art.

Then she stopped, silence deafening, "is that me?" she whispered, looking at more pages of herself.

"What? Shit, no, no, no." With a few quick steps, you slammed the book shut. Too embarrassed to even look at her, "you weren‘t supposed to see those" you muttered.

"So it was me?" she asked again, even though it was quite obvious that it was her indeed.

"Yes, I’m sorry. I‘m not a creep i promise! You‘re just- just so-" your brain went blank.

"yeah?"

"you‘re… you‘re just so amazing and i- I really like you. And i only realized that i sketched you once it was too late. I‘m really sorry! You weren‘t even supposed to see them. I‘m not a creep, I’m just in love with you and i never thought you‘d like me back and now you‘re here with me on date. Well at least that‘s what you said it was. But it‘s totally fine, if you don’t want it to be a date anymore or if you want leave now or-" in the middle of your ramble, Leah cut you off, with her lips gently pressing against your own, a perfect way to shut you up. Your body relaxed immediately as your lips responded to the new sensation. Leah’s hands fell to your hips while yours laid on her stomach, your brain not knowing where else to put them as it was completely consumed by Leah kissing you.

Here you were in the heart of your art with Leah, the most beautiful girl, who was kissing you, the artist.

And even though, most artist are only known for their work by everyone after their death, you weren‘t most and Leah surely wasn‘t everyone. She was the one.

"Wow"

"Indeed wow"

You both stared at each other in silence, loving the tranquil atmosphere you had created.

"So what should i call you now? Picasso? Van Gogh? Michelangelo? Da Vinci?"

You laughed at her comment, playfully hitting her chest while she pulled you even closer in return.

"While i did like Papa smurf, I’d eventually prefer my girlfriend" she smiled, leaning in once again.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Mystery Partner(LiaWältiXReader)

Summary : you just joined Arsenal, the same Club your girlfriend Lia plays at. You two have secretly been dating for 3 years now. Only ones that know are Kim & Leah. Other members of the team take interest in you though.

You woke up in the morning when you felt someone gently kiss your lips. Smiling against them before kissing back. It was Lia. Your girlfriend of 3 years. you have been friends for almost 6 years though. Now that you joined Arsenal a month ago as their new big signing, the two of you got to spent even more time together. Altough no one but Kim & Leah knew you were dating.

"morning gorgeous." You whispered out, still half asleep.

"morning Angel!" Lia replied, smiling softly. You stayed in bed for half an hour longer after waking up. Before you both got out of bed to take a shower together. It wasn't a quick one by any means. Let's just say the two of you kept busy.

After the shower you made a Smoothie for you and your girlfriend. While Lia packed both your bags for practice.

"Babe? Your Smoothie is ready!" You let her know.

"coming!" She yelled from upstairs. You hear her footsteps coming down the stairs. She placed both bags by the front door and walked into the kitchen where you handed her the glass with her Smoothie.

"here beautiful." You told her, kissing her cheek.

"thanks gorgeous!" She replied. Drinking her smoothie, while you drank yours. A little while later you had to leave for practice.

You drove to practice after picking up Leah and Kim. Lia was already with you. Because she had slept over at your place. The two of you always were sleeping over at eachothers place.

"how is your shoulder?" Leah asked you. She had heard that you pulled a muscle in your shoulder.

"it's okay, Le. thanks for asking." You told her with a soft smile.

"that's good to hear." Kim stated.

"you say this as my friend or as my Captain?" You wanted to know from Kim. Smiling softly.

"both honestly." She admitted.

"the honesty is appreciated!" You told her.

"i am just glad you didn't fracture your shoulder again, Babe!" Lia admitted. You had fractured your shoulder a few years back during a game.

"me too, love. me too!" You replied. Smiling softly.

You reached the Training grounds and parked your car. The four of you walking inside and into the locker room. Everyone was greeting one another. You all get ready before walking outside to the trainings pitch.

You were doing some 1vs1 drills. Partnered up with Kim. Things were going well. Both you and Kim pushing eachother to work harder. Then you slipped backwards, you didn't hit your head but landed on your shoulder. Kim frowned softly. Waving over the medics.

"medics please!" She yelled out. Kneeling in front of you. Which got the attention from your teammates. Lia walked over to you. She was quite concerned but you already sat back up again. Renée was standing next to you as well.

"y/n, on a scale of 1-10 how much pain are you in?" The medic asked, placing an ice pack on your shoulder, carefully after checking your shoulder.

"a three, maybe a four!" You told them.

"okay just ice it for the next 5 minutes and then when you get home. It's nothing serious." He said.

"i will, thank you!" You answered.

"she is hot." Kyra whispered to Alessia.

"she is." Alessia confirmed. They weren't the only ones talking about you and having their eyes on you. Vic and Lotte both found you gorgeous and talented as well.

You walked towards the bench to get out of the way so practice could continue. Kyra however followed you. Sitting down next to you.

"hey, hope your shoulder is gonna stop hurting soon." She told you.

"thanks i hope so too. but the pain is very manageable." You let her know.

"good. Question, would you want to go out with me? On a date!" She wanted to know. You smiled a little.

"oh, you are very sweet and all but i am sure my girlfriend wouldn't like that very much!" You stated. Offering her a sympathic smile. Lia, Kim & Leah found it quite amusing how Kyra was so bold and just asked you out.

"you have a girlfriend? My bad." She answered and walked away. Back over to Alessia.

"she has a girlfriend." Kyra informed Alessia. Vic looked over.

"she is taken? I really would like to know who her girlfriend is!" She said.

"i am curious as well." Lotte replied. Steph walked over and gently squeezed Kyras shoulder.

"you okay? This was hard to watch." Steph offered Kyra a sympathic smile.

"i am fine. But curious to know who that girlfriend of hers is!" Kyra stated. The Girls now made it their Mission to find out who the Woman you were dating was. Kim, Leah and Lia found the entire Situation hilarious.

Vic walked over to Lia.

"Wally? You are y/n's best friend. So you must know her girlfriend as well. Who is it? What is she like?" She asked.

"Vic, i am Not throwing y/n's Personal Business around." Lia told her. Chuckling softly.

"so you know her girlfriend? That's good to know at least!" She stated. Jogging back to the other Girls to inform them that Wally knew who you were dating. At now they were in social media, trying to See If they would find someone you both were following and If there would be Pictures of both of you with your girlfriend. That in reality didn't exist. Cause it was Lia you were dating. Only thing they found were lots of Pictures of you and Lia. But since the two of you are best friends no one found it suspicious.

"this Is hilarious!" Leah said, once they were far away enough to not hear the comment.

"it really is." Lia replied.

"are you and y/n planning on telling them at some point?" Kim wanted to know.

"we will. but this Is so funny. I am sure y/n enjoys it as well! Gonna Check on her now by the way. To see how the shoulder is doing." She stated and walked over to you.

"you okay?" She asked you.

"i am fine Wally!" You told her with a soft smile . Moving your shoulder around. "See? I Really am fine." You added and grinned softly.

"that's good." She said with a soft smile.

It was soon time for Lunch and during Lunch time the Team tried everything to find out who you were dating. But you and Lia decided to wait until after lunch to let them know.

So after lunch you walked back onto the pitch. You all walked out together as a Team, Lia and you made sure to walk in front of them, holding hands and you two just gave eachother a quick kiss. Which made them realize they have been fooled by the two of you.

"son of a b*tch!" Katie yelled out.

[netherfeildren]

1, 3, 14, 15, 24 🩷

this is so so hard shit. I want to say kiss, kiss, kill, kill bc I love that dialogue at the beginning, I love the way he's so confused, I love the violence of him at the end. but also I'd like to say pink because I feel like it's my strongest writing of everything I've done

3. just answered this one but I'll do it again 😄

another favorite line(s) I'm gunna go with the ending of Joel :

Joel, years ago, when we were first married, I had a strange dream: I’d had to walk down a staircase that led far beneath the earth. As I traversed it, I had to move through all of our happiest memories, the births of our daughters, the birthdays and celebrations and the long nights together, dinners, breakfasts and laughter, lazy afternoons at the lake, in bed together, still endlessly fascinated with each other despite all the times we’d found ourselves in that exact position. But when I reached the end, I’d be able to come upon our worst moment, see what it was in preparation, perhaps, for what would come to pass. 

I feel as though I have finally reached the bottom of that staircase, and part of me would like nothing more than to have never begun the journey down, but had I not, then I would have not lived through all the rest of it. And in the end, that was worth everything else.

That last night again, in my memory: Don’t you love me, Birdie bird? 

Close your eyes, he whispers, it’ll be worth it, the last taste of his mouth. 

My eyes are still closed. 

another favorite scene is in TCC chapter 8 when the stranger (my sneaky little Ezra cameo hehe) approaches her and tells her she has the saddest eyes he's ever seen, and his exchange with Din:

“My people are scattered across the galaxy now. It isn’t safe for us to converge in the open,” monotone and serious, in that way of his. The complete opposite of this man’s  casual, melodic voice like a teasing song. 

“We kill that which we cannot tame. It’s the way of men.”

“Lesser men, perhaps.” He nods concedingly, “Perhaps,” and swallows his glass down full, looking at you, eyes full of laughter, over the brim. “What a little liar you are, pretty. He is…” yours, and there’s laughter in his voice and his mouth and his movements too, not just his eyes.

14. a fic I didn't expect to write... gosh this one's hard. I'm not sure, honestly. I guess I could say pink only if for the ending which I would have never expected from myself. I never read open endings, and honestly I'm so proud of the way I pulled it off which is another factor being that I would've never thought previously I could pull something like that off in a way I was so wholly satisfied with.

15. how to let go

24. FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT by DanceoftheSevenVeils a König Roman Empire historical AU that's so delicious

or!

In the Dark by the lovely and sweet @frannyzooey which was one of the very first Pedro boy fics I ever read, if not THE first, and which has stayed with me all year long.

[fayesia]

Hi uh weird rq! Can u make a sub Rodrick Heffley and dom girlfriend reader fic? Like smut where we ride him and take his virginity and he’s very whiny and moaning and there’s a lot of slap kink like slapping his face when he’s bad or slapping his cock? And can there be nicknames for him like “sweet boy” “handsome boy” “good boy” and if you can make him call u mommy ? Weird rq Ik sorry and thank you! 😭

Sub!Rodrick x dom!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, mommy kink, making out, slapping, cowgirl, degradation + praise, pussy eating, face riding, abrupt ending :(

It was sheer dumb luck and a difinitve message from the universe that Rodricks parents took Manny with them on holiday the same week of your 6 month anniversary. With little to no persuasion, Greg rang up Rowley and planned a sleepover. Ultimately leaving you and Rodrick to an empty house, something that had never happened before. Which lead you to your current situation, the dinner plates were left on the table with the candles blown out, wafting the smell of wax through the air, the same air that felt hot and heavy when Rodricks lips were on yours.

His hands grazed against your hips, hesitant on how to touch you, but you held most of the control. Biting onto his lower lip and soothing the sting with your tongue, while your hands gripped his hair pulling his head down closer to you. You knew how he reacted to pain and you loved to toy with his reactions. Stumbling towards his room you shoved him onto the bed, straddling across his thighs quickly asking where the condoms he secretly bought were. Digging under his mattress, Rodrick pulled out a squished box of condoms which you opened, retrieving one.

"No touching. I didn't say you could do that"

He undressed quickly, your actions leaving him feeling claustrophobic in his own clothing, especially his tight black jeans with a bulge straining against them. Bouncing back onto the mattress he was clad in nothing, his erection pointed to the ceiling, the tip was red and leaking droplets of pre cum.

Rodricks hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself but you were quick to send a sharp slap to it.

He whimpered at your voice. You barely heard it, but he definitely did.

Rodricks eyes stared up at you, full of awe and devotion, they seemed to become glazed over the more clothing you took off. First his band tshirt you "burrowed" then your black pants, until you were left in a black lace set. A white ribbon on the front lace of your panties and between your bra cups.

He loved it. He thought you were beautiful.

You climbed back into his lap and felt his dick through the lace, he moaned at the sensation it had against his already sensitive tip. Removing your bra, his hands greedily reached for your tits. In quick successions you slapped them away and roughly reached forward to grap his face, uncomfortably squishing his cheeks.

"I didn't fucking say you could touch did I. Don't you want to be a good boy for mommy?"

He nodded his head as best as he could in your tight hold.

"Nuh uh mommy need words, can't just be nodding with that pretty face"

"Yesh"

His reply came out muffled with the annunciation of his letters proving to be a struggle. You smiled releasing his face and lightly slapping the side of it. "Good boy~"

He keened at your praise and you felt more of his precum drip from his tip to your panties.

Roughly kissing him you pushed Rodrick back against the mattress on his back, slipping off your panties and ripping open the condom.

"Ready?"

"Please..please oh my- fuck"

His words were cut off by the feeling of the condom covering his dick. It was the first contact he had of your hands along him and he could've came right then and there if not for his need to be your perfect boy.

Instead he rested his palms on your thighs following you as you lowered yourself onto him.

It was amazing. Something Rodrick had never felt before and wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

Your tight pussy wrapped around him like a vice, he was on cloud nine. You took him completely, stopping for a while to accommodate to the fit. Panting while your hands lay flat against his hard chest, his eyes barely open and his face of pure bliss.

"So good feel so-fuck so pretty mommy."

You ride him, using your legs to lift you up and down. His messy upward thrusting messing up the rhythm you have going on.

You know he's not going to last much longer, his breathings quickened and his body's more restless, taking what you give but still begging for more.

*slap* your hand whips across his face, "take it like a good boy. Mommy didn't ask you to move slut."

He moans out the pain giving him more pleasure if anything, there's drool sliding across his puffy red lips still raw from your bites before. And the left side of his face has a pink fading handprint.

You were right.

With a loud serirs of moans his hips thrust further upwards into you, his tip just brushing against that one little perfect spot in you. You keep bouncing, up and down, until tears are streaking down his face.

"Please it's too much. No more...please"

Lifting off of him you sit up near his chest.

"Fucking slut. Didn't say you could cum did I?

*slap*

"Did mommy say you could?"

"Mm no no. Mommy. You didn't."

"Exactly. So you're gonna make me come or I'll keep riding you."

He whimpers as you say this, you hand yanking off the used condom and stroking his overstimulated dick. You squeeze him at the end of your sentence to annunciate your threat. But you know it doesn't hurt him, he's a fucking pain slut.

His tongue spans across the whole of your pussy, sliding between the folds and lapping at your leaking hole, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking until you're gripping the beds headboard for support. He'll never get sick of the taste of you. Now that he's had it for the first time he knows its a desire he'll crave for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Lifting yourself up a bit you slide forward until your thighs rest on the pillow where Rodricks head is. His mouth opens already aware from what you want after the amount of pornos he's watched since you begin dating hes excited to actually do it. His tongue reaches out, begging for just a taste of you.

Slowly teasing him you let him lick your folds by just the tip of his tongue, before slamming your pussy down onto his face. He follows up with a loud and whiny moan that vibrates against your most sensitive parts. Lifting your hands up to play with your nipples as you moan, the noises of his mouth slurping against your pussy mixing them, echoing around his room.

You feel yourself getting closer. Urged to grip onto his spiked messy hair already a mess, yanking it painfully draws another moan from him that spreads through your core. By now his tongue has wriggled its way into your hole and your practically riding his face. Moving atop him while controlling his head movements, the tip of his nose sliding against your clit to provide the most pleasurable sensation.

"Fuck~so close baby. Doing so good for me-ahh." Your praise only makes Rodrick double his efforts, pushing you completely over the edge. Whining out at the ceiling as you keep his head in place sliding forwards and backwards, your juices soak him and he drinks it all up. At the same time his dick twitches and shots of cum are released, staining both the sheets and your back with the white sticky fluids.

Rolling onto your back you crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on him, whispering praises as he catches his breath.

~unedited~