#ft. kn

[fatebinds]

starter for @chained-by-secrets !!

"...is that what i think it is?"

[fatebinds]

"v.i.p treatment and everything? i'll have to remember that. i don't suppose it's too much to ask for box seats?" kal nods sagely, in perfect understanding. "ah, i see. never even stood a chance, did you? i see that all the time, people moving here... no idea of what they're getting themselves into." she shakes her head. "i'll give it one thing. it's a good place to start fresh, if you can stand... everything else."

"you will be the first to get an invitation, with v.i.p. treatment and everything." it would only be fair to honor the co-creator on opening night, if there ever is one. some people might feel the same as kal and would rather not have a stage for the clowns, but that's something becca would have to leave up to the bar owners' discretion. "it's alright; it was my parents' decision. i was just about to hit fifteen and it was technically in '98, like three days before christmas. they knew a business investor opening a computer repair place here and wanted my dad to run it, so we moved."

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Happy Natsu Day, please set something on fire in his honour👍

[godsf1lth1estprophet]

everybody into BDSM until I mention my blood and knife kink and now suddenly it’s “freak” and “you need therapy”. God forbid a MAN have a hobby or two!

[knifenotes]

and so what if i’m a freak?

[fatebinds]

starter for @saltedearths ( for dante !! )

"well, look what the cat dragged in. i didn't think you liked crowds."

[gilverrwrites]

Discretely touching them down there to their parts and gently squeezing when no one is looking and them not being able to do anything (since it's in public).

Ft. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, & Roy. AN: Anon you're a menace and I love ya!

Bruce

You get exactly one, which he acknowledges with a stern pout and a cocked brow. Flawlessly concealing the fire you’ve ignited but for his laboured breathing and blown-out pupils. You’re walking a thin line, behaving like a brat in front of Gotham’s elite.

If he sees you reaching for him again, and trust, he will see; it will take him precisely 0.8 seconds to lock you in an unsuspecting death grip and pull you close. He wants you to feel the increased tempo of his heart against your chest. To feel the growing stiffness of his hard-on grazing your hip as he tells you assertively to; “Behave.”  

Dick

Dick sees your game; he raises you tenfold. He knows you’re up to something when he clocks the determined bite of your lips as you survey the subway car, and the mischievous glint in your eye as you look back at him. When your hand snakes under this shirt, caressing his v-lines, he juts his hips forward, presenting himself to you; daring you to take it further.

When you sink your fingers below his waistband he sucks in a deliberately loud breath. You freeze to survey your surroundings, but Dick does not. Dick starts grinding on you until he senses you growing nervous. He locks a sturdy hand around your elbow just in time to prevent you from pulling away, leans in close and whispers; “What’s wrong baby? Thought you wanted to play?”

Jason

“Is that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” You giggle at your own joke, because Jason is always packing some form of heat. He might have laughed too, might have trapped your wrist in his hands and rocked against your outstretched palm if you’d been at home, or the club, or even the casino. But not the fucking grocery store, you little perv.  

“Are you drunk?” He offers you an out, glaring down at you with a gaze fierce enough to make a nun blush. You respond with a brazen-faced shake of your head, and he can’t help but imitate it out of disbelief at your cocky attitude. You stay like that, locked in a stare of, rock vs hard place, until Jason cracks first, noticing a couple rounding the corner at the other end of the aisle.

He grabs your arm with an unapologetic level of force, spinning you around and trapping you between his body and the trolley. Hiding his hardness by pressing it against your back. “You’re in for it later.”

Tim

Tim is the most taken aback. His pale blue eyes are rapidly examining your surroundings the moment he feels your devious fingers ghosting over the top of his thigh. He’s cute when he’s flustered, with pink cheeks and blown-out pupils. Nobody is looking, too focused on the conference speaker.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, but before he can get his words out, your hand is gone, casually pulling a non-existent thread from your sleeve.

You don’t reply, you just smile and shoot him a playful wink which puts him even more on edge. So much so that when you abruptly return, this time cupping his half-hard cock through his jeans that he fucking flinches. His knee hits the chair in front, and he sucks in a loud breath, earning him many pointed glares from multiple members of the audience.

“Babe.” Be tries to warn, but his hushed breathy tone makes him sound exactly as aroused as he feels.

Roy

You get it, you do. It was a long trip, and he’s starving but you’ve really been feeling his absence over the last few weeks, and the fact that you’re currently sat in a Burrito Bucket, watching Roy devour a tray of tacos, instead of being at home and watching him devour you, is a problem.

He seems to have noticed your sulking, but too late. “You okay ho- “

His question is halted by your foot tactfully situating itself between his legs. His gaze flits between his food and you, defiant eyes watching you through a mop of shaggy hair. A knowing grin spreads across his queso-stained lips as you answer faux-sweetly. “I’m fine, baby.”

“Right.” He huffs, breath hitching, freckled cheeks turning red when you press your toes down and something firm pushes back. He knows what you want, but he just loves to play dumb. So, he takes another bite, jerking every time you tap or roll your foot but never acknowledging what you’re silently begging for. “Is this one of those things where you say you’re fine, but actually you’re not fine?”

“I’m going home.” You finally concede with an exaggerated sigh, dropping your foot back to the floor and gathering your things.

“I’m coming with you.” He’s on you the moment you stand, draping his arm over you and placing kisses to the side of your neck, your face, whatever he can reach as you struggle to move with his deadweight over your shoulders. Notably, there’s still half a tray of uneaten tacos left on the table. “Funnily enough, I’m hungry for something else now.”

Taglist: @wandalfnation

[fatebinds]

kal can see the way that their shoulders stiffen, their body frozen above the machine that they're working on. it seems obvious enough that someone would have visited her by now, but... well, who else has the time? kal is off tomorrow. not many of their old group can say as much. rumors are just too common around here. if everyone checked out every lead sent their way, there would never be time for anything else. now, whether or not this has panned out... she's not yet decided. on the one hand, val has betrayed her by leaving without a trace. on the other... she's come back. "i find that hard to believe," she says, gaze held steady on her silhouette. "you seemed to stay gone long enough. something else has to have brought you back. i can't imagine it's any of us." it must be something though, so what is it? not guilt, not obligation... no, nothing so clear and obvious. they're too well-practiced in clear and obvious. "so what is it, then? why bother coming back at all?"

she froze the moment she heard the voice—her voice. it had been years, a decade, but it sounded the same. a wave of memories crashed against her: late-night conversations sitting by the trees, the first time they really talked and tried to understand each other. all of that felt like a lifetime ago. hell, it felt like a life that wasn't even hers.

val kept her focus on the mustang's engine, her hands working methodically as kalypso spoke. she could feel the coldness in kal's tone, the weight of years of unspoken words hanging in the air. "surprise," she said, her voice devoid of emotion as she closed the hood of the car. "can't stay away from this shithole for too long before it drags you back, it seems."

silence fell over them. val hadn't seen kal in years, but now, looking at her, she saw the same young girl she had left behind, it made her insides turn.

[seasidefallenangel]

gimme, gimme, gimme a man

calling bllk boys your husband while you're still dating ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

notes: fluff, banter, down bad loverboys, use of "wife" in sae's but gn other than that, part 2 here

༄ isagi: “... i’ll grab a chocolate shake, and my husband’s gonna get the vanilla.”

✣ freezes on the spot and stares at you with wide eyes. him? husband? you wanna marry him? he was hoping you were in the long haul the same way he was, but hearing those words from your mouth made him even giddier than he assumed he’d be. imagine when you two actually get married? he’ll be in the trenches.

⁀➷  “did you mean that?” he asks when the worker closes the window while you wait for your order. you can practically see the tail wagging behind him as he beams at you with those sparkling blue eyes. when you give a nod and a small smile, he has to stop himself from blowing up with excitement. instead, he kisses your forehead and murmurs, “i can’t wait to marry you one day.”

༄ nagi:

“oh, that copy in the corner! my husband’s been looking all over for it.”

✣ eternal soldier in the idgaf war. you can’t even tell if he heard you because his facial expression doesn’t budge in the slightest. he’s still tap-tapping away at his phone while the shop employee grabs the game case and hands it to you. it’s only once you’ve paid and left the store that he finally puts his phone down and rests his head on your shoulder from behind, staring up at you with those big, brown puppy eyes.

⁀➷ “‘husband’”? he asked softly, curious but not displeased. you nod sheepishly, admitting it just sort of came out before you had a chance to think. he hums softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling into your neck. cute as it is, you’re still very much in public, and he’s not exactly light. when you ask him to get off, his face shifts into a pout and he mumbles, “can’t believe i’m gonna marry someone so mean.” despite his attitude, this’ll be lingering on his mind for awhile.

༄ rin:

“excuse me? my husband wanted to kn-” “boyfriend.”

✣ is having absolutely none of it. he swears his blood pressure has gotten concerningly high since he started dating you and dealing with all your stupid pranks. it seems like he’s annoyed since he immediately interjected, but it’s more the opposite. he knows he wants to marry you, but do you really think he’s worth the trouble? looking that far into the future worries him, but he’d never let you know that. ⁀➷ a pair of lithe fingers squeezes your cheeks after rin pulls you away from the employee with a deadpan expression. he pulls at your cheeks with narrow eyes, asking you, “what the hell was that about? husband? are you stupid or something?” your lower lip juts out as you express to him that you really do want to marry him someday, and just wanted to hear how it sounded coming from your mouth. he knows you’re playing him as you try not to grin, but the confession is rather cute. he lets it slide with an “idiot” under his breath, and you decide not to mention the slight blush on his cheeks and the fact he has your hand in a vice grip as you walk out of the store.

༄ sae:

“oi. my wife asked for a medium. remake it.”

✣ beats you to the punch. he’s always one step ahead in every aspect of your relationship, but this is too much. how on earth did he know that you were gonna call him your husband to see his reaction? well - he didn’t. he just refers to you as his wife internally most of the time, and occasionally when he’s out buying gifts and tells the employee who he’s buying it for. after all, you’ll be his wife one day. might as well start early.

⁀➷ sae glances down at you, raising an eyebrow at your disgruntled expression. when you bemoan that he “stole your thunder,” he flicks you on the forehead before wrapping an arm around your waist. his lips brush against your ear, making you shiver while he speaks, “you do know that you being my wife also means i’m your husband, dumbass. does it matter who said what?” when you sputter and try to pull out the fact he hasn’t even proposed yet, he tugs you closer, looking irritated that you’d even bring up something so simple. it’s a cold day in hell before anyone else gets the chance, and he informs you as such, saying, “because none of the diamonds i’ve found are big enough,” leaving you speechless while he pretends like nothing happened. you’ll never win against him - ever.

[godsf1lth1estprophet]

I need someone to use me as a cutting board. I need them to carve up my back however they wish and then put shit like bleach or peppers in the wounds. Or just simply lap up the blood. Or smear it and see how far they can spread it on my Divine skin. Like Christ, make me red you’ve earned it, lamb.

[wander-lustrous]

germanics as bfs

part 1

ft. germany, prussia, austria, switzerland

germany // ludwig beilschmidt.

- This man struggles to settle down in a committed relationship, preferring flings and quick one-night stands. It's not because he's against it, but rather he thinks it's hard to find someone to accommodate his… specific tastes in the bedroom; plus he's so busy he can't imagine fitting a partner into his life. But once he has a partner, he is SO committed. Like planning-your-one-year-anniversary-getaway-a-month-into-the-relationship kind of committed. He tries not to go overboard with it, but he does enjoy thinking about hitting these milestones.

- Ironically he ends up getting in relationship with friends, his coworkers, people he spends the most time around with, most likely in a work setting. He’s a stickler for the rules though, which makes him hesitant to blur the boundaries between work and his personal life. However, once he starts really noticing this person--maybe the way they're always dressed nice, or hardworking, or always has a smile for him--he's fucked. They invade his thoughts at the most random moments, and it makes him want to avoid them. Thankfully he has friends (cough Italy cough) who notice his little crush and persuade him to do something about it.

- Please don’t even mention wanting to get fit to this man. He goes overboard, devising a workout plan, a nutrition regimen, etc. He can be a bit draconic with it too, wanting to push you to be your best.

- While he's not the most emotionally available partner, he is the most reliable. If you complain that your heater not working, he's fixed it by the next day. If you're nervous about approaching your boss about an issue, he suggests you practice with him. If you're sick, he's getting you all the Vitamin C packets, soup, and tissues he can find, stocking you up with them before leaving for work.

-He's rather touch-starved, so he appreciates a partner who is more tactile. He loves when they hug him from behind, or let him rest his head on their lap and card their fingers through his hair. It's the one moment where he doesn't feel like he has to be quite so uptight.

prussia // gilbert beilschmidt.

- He is so the type to be in a friends with benefits situation. He's pretty clueless about romance. 💀 Or not clueless, but... willfully ignorant. He’s more likely to fall into a relationship by being buddies with someone, then sleeping with them, and a few months in realizing oh shit. He actually really likes them. Like more than as a bro.

- Gilbert is nothing if not crafty, so he wants to figure out what you think of him first. He asks around--your friends, other nations, etc. If you ever talk about him, if they know if you're dating someone else, etc. It's so funny because it's painfully obvious to everyone else that he has a thing for you. In fact, Gilbert is possibly the last person to realize you two are a thing...

- He is actually very easy to please. Just praise him. He’s used to hyping himself up to make sure no one forget him. It means the world when someone genuinely thinks he’s great or awesome. A sure fire way to get him emotional is if you cancel plans with your friends to hang out with him. Of course he’s old and he wants you to go have fun! To live a little. But saying that he’s exactly your kind of fun is enough to have him getting a misty-eyed before hurriedly saying that it’s allergies or something.

- He's a very fun boyfriend. He's never quite let go of his childish side. He is very much the type to make pillow forts with you and/or play co-op with you video games. For movie nights, he enjoys picking movies that he thinks will scare you so you'll end up clinging to him, asking him to protect you. The reality is, if anything he is the one getting more disturbed by the kinds of movies they put out nowadays, more than you do. 💀

- In public, he's definitely walking around with an arm around your shoulder. He's just so excited that everyone will know he has such a smoking hot partner.

-You know what, Gilbert is surprisingly good at comforting you. Part of it is experience, but if you're upset, he's not letting it go. He'll keep pestering you to open up to him. And when you finally do, he'll hug you to him, stroking your hair and calling you affectionate nicknames while reassuring you that as your great boyfriend, he'll certainly deal with any of your problems...

austria // roderich edelstein.

- He composes songs about you. He can get quite in a tizzy due to his perfectionist streak, appearing visibly agitated if the song isn’t going exactly how he wants it to.

- He is a strong believer in having dinner together if you’re living together! he thinks it’s a good habit to get into.

- Roderich is actually quite sweet. He sends you good morning and good night texts, and always texts you throughout the day on your lunch breaks, etc., asking how certain appointments or events went in your life.

- Roderich is a fan of appearances, and he is definitely getting you several high-quality Swarovski gifts. It doesn't matter that he's secretly a cheapskate who patches holes in his underwear--he wants you to only have the finest.

- Do you know those people who flirt via critiquing you? That's Roderich. With you, he's never actually cruel though.

-He is the perfect gentleman when dating you. Always pulling out the chair for you, paying for you, etc.

-He likes receiving massages from his partner. He's also a fan of relaxing in the tub, with scented oils and incense.

- He likes people who are quick-witted, fast enough to catch onto his sarcasm.

- He enjoys taking you to the opera, or to see plays or theater performances. He feels like the arts are not nearly as important as they once were.

- One of his favorite hobbies is to people watch with you. The two of you will sit down at a cafe, have some tea, and just make observations about the people around you. For him sometimes it’s great inspo for music. Other times it’s just great fodder for gossip lol.

switzerland // vash zwingli.

- His love language is definitely acts of service and gift-giving. He likes making you gifts or bringing you gifts his country specializes in. Watches, chocolates, etc.

- Of course you’re going to have to have annual trips to the Alps. He’ll do his best to teach you how to ski, but he’s not exactly the patient… he’ll be damned before Italy or that damn France try and teach you though.

- On the rare occasions he goes out to eat, he likes to get fondue. He thinks it’s somewhat intimate to eat with another.

- When he gets drunk, he’s actually kind of a sloppy drunk. He never really gets drunk though; he can hold his beers. He also tends to be the one to keep things together if you get too tipsy. He wants to ensure he can take care of you.

- He is very impartial, so if you want an honest opinion he’ll give it to you. Even if you’re his partner, he will call you out on your behavior as a neutral third-party💀 In his opinion it’s more important for you to grow than for him to coddle you.

- He has such a hard time with letting people know you’re dating. He doesn’t like other people getting in his business; he prefers his privacy. At first, he refers to you as a business partner, then as Lily’s friend, and then as his friend… and then eventually, when he sees another nation flirting with you, he decides it’s time to make it clear you’re taken for, and wraps a protective arm around your waist.

- He likes giving forehead kisses. Sometimes regular kisses feel almost too intimate for him. Plus when you make eye contact after ending a kiss… he gets a bit flustered. He likes that a forehead kiss is quick and easy but does the job. It’s… efficient even.

- He would definitely teach you how to shoot if you were up for it. He wants you to be able to defend yourself.

- The biggest indicator of whether you two will last in a relationship is if you get along with Lily and treat her like your own little sister. If not, Vash doesn’t see this relationship progressing and will cut things off.

[fatebinds]

"oh, i'm sure." but araceli would be pleased to know she isn't interested in catching criminals. she isn't even a defense lawyer! she does, however, occasionally deal with them. "accepting a bribe is also a felony, believe it or not. not much of a difference when it comes to offering and accepting."

                            " oye , bribery ? who is saying something about bribery ? i'm just curious is all , not trying to really clear a record ! " her hands wave about humorously as they laugh it off . there isn't much of a record that araceli holds , in all honesty . it's more of trying to make good conversation with a regular . " but so you're telling me , something that small is a felony ? geez . i'd hate to see what are the consequences for someone accepting it . "

[fatebinds]

starter for @unchained-by-intuition !!

"...are you undercover? sorry if that's strange to ask, but i couldn't help but notice you have an air of... authority to you."

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ sk8ergirl !

pairing: huening kai x idol!reader  summary:  when huening kai was young, he had these on-and-off relationships. during one off the ‘offs’, he met you. years later, you're famous and he’s stuck unhappy in a relationship that was more out of convenience then love. count: 0.9k  extra: hey... so im like not dead..

“gyu please come with me to this concert” taehyun, pleaded with the brunette, who just shrugged.

“i’ve never heard of the artist- plus jjun and i are going to have a dance rehearsal soon. just invite soobin, i’m sure he will go with you.” he responded, eyes not leaving the tablet in front of him, studying the choreography.

“soobin’s busy this weekend! i don’t want to have to ask kai, not while he’s going through relationship turmoil.” the younger of the two whined.

“ask kai what?” huening asked, appearing in the common space out from his room, staring down at taehyun with the same expression as always.

“oh! kai- hi, uh, i just have tickets to a concert this weekend but no one to go with..”

“what artist? it may be one hiyyih likes if you’d like to go with her.”

“(y/n)! she’s actually from the same area you are maybe you kn-“

kai froze. ignoring everything else taeyhun said he quickly left to go to his room.

it didn’t take a fool to put the pieces together, and the question rang out in his head. were you a musician now? you followed your dreams after moving away.. you really did it. 

he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. but he couldn’t call in his sisters to learn more, if he asked hiyyih or lea then he ran the risk of the group knowing.

despite taehyun’s mockery, huening did know how to work a computer, and how to search up things online. he may have spent most of his time playing video games, but he knew how to do things on his own. as kai researched you now, he realised you had an album named after him. well, maybe not him exactly, but ‘HHKK.’ seemed a bit too close to the “huening ‘hyuka’ kamal kai” you used to date.

scrolling through the list of 20 songs, he noticed it was a breakup album, full of hate and feelings of betrayal. 

looking at the first song, kai was shocked. “‘circles ft. pierce the veil’?” he asked out loud. pierce was a big band in america, he knew that much. he had heard beomgyu talking of them to taehyun before. the lyrics felt more like a love song, yet kai could read into the tone, how you always reffered to you and him as ‘running’, trying to escape something. escape her.

the next track, ‘girlfriend ft. avril lavigne’. kai didn’t even have to look at the lyrics to know what it was about- it was a diss to her. once again, you were angry. you had every right to be angry, though kai couldn’t even begin to understand why you blamed her. kai was the one who left you, she never forced him. he was the bad guy, not her.

as he kept reading the tracks, he realized more and more how he had hurt you. songs featuring paramore, my chemical romance, the used, alanis morissette, and fall out boy. alanis morissette. you used to rave about her album ‘jagged little pill’ to him when you were laying in his bed, bodies as close as could be.

the main track, ‘sk8ergirl’, was what really did it for him. what story were you telling? you were happy with someone else? or was it from the point of view of 17 year old you? a boy and a girl, extremely obvious about how they were in love but never ended up together. the boy was a bitch, basically. and so the girl went on and fell in love with a rockstar. were you calling kai a bitch, and boosting your own ego like that? or was it a swapped gender roles, to make it less obvious? he couldn’t tell.

no matter what the song was written about, kai had hurt you. and you took it out in the only way you knew how; music. kai joined theatre to gain her attention, you wrote songs about him to let off some steam; maybe even gain his attention. but no matter how much steam you let off, he was still with her, and you were still alone, with that red and black fender squire stratocaster you had so proudly shown kai when you were seniors, the one you put together yourself. the red grain pick guard was your favourite feature of the whole guitar, kai remembering so clearly how you ranted on and on.

‘no no- most strats are one basic colour for this area here, the pick guard. this is a grain! it has a cool pattern!’ you had told him, smiling widely as you pointed out the features on your guitar. ‘i want to get a bass that’s the exact opposite! red grain body, black pick guard. wouldn’t that be so cool? you should learn bass, i mean you already know basically every instrument. then we could play together! i’m writing up this song right now, think i’m gonna call it “i’m with you”, the bass part is pretty simple!’

‘i’m with you’. fourth track. a love song. you had kept it in the album? you had published a song so clearly written about kai? he could still remember you softly humming the melody, still not fully having worked out the lyrics. it was about being alone - something like standing on a bridge, no one looking for you - when someone comes to your rescue and saves you from that darkness. 

“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” kai hummed to himself, continuing to search you up. 

single. never married. no kids. doesn’t party much. still goes out skating constantly. said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’. caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’.

you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?

authors note : so hey, im not dead. thats crazy right? i hate how this is writ0but i felt like posting so!!!! uhm, yeah. anywho..

©2025 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work

[fatebinds]

"i'm inclined to agree with you," she says, appreciatively eyeing one of the legs in question; "even if they are a little farther from me than i would like." that's always how heart has been. in that way, they're almost similar—neither of them are in this for reasons outside of themselves. game recognizes game. "why don't you stop skulking in the corner and keep me a little better company? i promise i won't make you hold my hand, or anything silly like that."

heart smiled secretively face painted in warm shades of light filtering through the windows. "women with legs like mine don't need tact." she said simply extending one long leg through the slit in the sheets. she exhaled long and thoughtfully her cigarette burning red like the slashing manicure on her nails. she had always been like this - here and not here - a woman just beyond the veil of understanding to others but easy enough to touch. her body was palatable, but her heart never had been. "besides you didn't seem to mind my mouth that much." she leaned back onto her dresser letting the sheet shift until was only barely decent. "you don't come here to have your hand held. i'd call it mutually beneficial."

[xyumichux]

Autobot doodles ❤️🩵🤍 (Ft oc)

I'm practicing drawing bots rn and I doodle the entire team prime kn tfa ^^ 🩷💕💖

Gotta wake up early in the morning for a road trip so I'm spoiling u guys good tonight 🤭💖💕🩷💗