#vc: 11 1/2

[themadvigilantist]

Poison is gonna supplex V.

"..."

"Okay. Onto a bed, floor, kitchen island, patio, balcony, tardis console, table, car, train cabin, bus, trolley, sidewalk; where? Because I'm game."

[themadvigilantist]

"Of course I am, I love you. I'm never gonna stop being curious about you, you know that. And if you don't know that by now, I might need to update my diary."

A reassurance. V liked his attention, having it and giving it. As well as whatever this was. Years later, still can't find a proper label for it. She liked being his apprentice - despite being overqualified to be an apprentice - and more importantly, she didn't have a lot of living fellow Scottish allies nowadays.

Well, that wasn't related to her.

"Why haven't you popped the question to Matthieu? I'll do it if you don't want to."

”i was just curious is all…” {v says hi!}

@themadvigilantist

"Yeh are always curious 'bout me," Brendan replied, his tone somewhat cross even as the corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smirk. Were V someone other than his beloved apprentice, he might have killed her for daring to question him at all. Luckily for them both he wasn't annoyed by her curiosity. The Scottish bastard didn't want to admit it, but he'd genuinely miss her if she ever forced him to kill her over something like that. He did so enjoy the attention she gave him.. among other things.

"Now, tell me again. What is it tha' yeh want tae know this time?"

[tavukwings]

DISCORD USER KÖNIG Part 2 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝓎

(König x Reader — Discord Friends, Slow Burn, Soft, Eventual Smut)

Taglist:

@poltergeist404 @laduenadelswing @dillybuggg @illonvk(i can’t tag you??😭) @whore4romance

4 Days Earlier – Discord, 1:13 AM

You:

“König? You alive?”

“You didn’t rage-quit life, right?”

“Don’t make me send memes. I’m armed.”

Silence.

No online status. No “typing…” No pings.

You sat there staring at his name in the server list—dark grey. Offline. Like a light had been switched off.

He’d gone dark before. Missions, spotty signal, sleep. But never this long. Four days with no update, not even a vague emoji or one of his weird, dry messages.

Your chest had that familiar ache. The one that crept in when you worried too much about someone who hadn’t promised you anything. He wasn’t yours.

But God, you missed him.

⸻

Tonight – 11:37 PM | Ping

König is online.

Your hand shot out like it moved on instinct. Mouse click. Open chat.

König has joined the VC.

No message. No warning.

Just his name lighting up the voice channel.

You scrambled for your headset, heart thudding.

You:

“König?!”

A pause. Crackle. Mic fuzz.

Then—his voice.

König (quiet, hoarse):

“…Hallo.”

One word.

But it hit you in the chest like a punch. Low, deep, exhausted. And something else. Like all the energy had been drained from him, leaving only that voice and the breath it rode in on.

You (softly):

“Where have you been?”

Silence.

You heard a sigh. Long, tired.

König:

“Mission. Remote. No contact. Sorry.”

He never said sorry.

Not unless he meant it.

You:

“Could’ve left a dramatic goodbye. A ‘if I die, delete my search history’ kind of thing.”

A dry chuckle through the mic.

But it didn’t reach his voice fully.

König:

“I didn’t want to leave.”

Something in you froze.

It wasn’t a flirt. Not a tease.

Just honesty.

You (quiet):

“You okay?”

A longer pause.

König:

“…No.”

Your breath caught.

There were layers to that word. Fatigue. Pain. Guilt. You waited, giving him space to speak. He always came to things on his own time.

König (muffled, low):

“Two men. Squadmates. Dead.”

You:

“König…”

You didn’t know what else to say. What could you? “I’m sorry” felt cheap. And he’d already heard that enough.

He exhaled hard, like he was trying to push something out that wouldn’t move.

König:

“I hesitated. I… was too slow.”

You:

“That’s not your fault.”

König (strained):

“It is. I froze. I’ve done this job for ten years. That doesn’t happen.”

You could hear the anger in him now—not at you. At himself. His voice trembled, a low, hot undercurrent of shame.

König:

“I was thinking of you.”

Your breath hitched.

You (carefully):

“Me?”

König:

“I was pinned. Behind a crate. Shot ringing past my head. And all I could think was—”

He cut himself off.

Static filled the silence.

Then:

König (quietly):

“All I could think was, if I die now… I’ll never hear you laugh in person.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

Your throat was tight. Fingers frozen over your keyboard.

König (softer):

“I’ll never get to… see you. Not through a screen. Not in pieces. You’d never even know.”

You swallowed hard.

You:

“I’d know.”

A pause. Heavy.

You (softer):

“I would’ve noticed. I would’ve waited. And waited. And known something was wrong.”

Another long silence.

König:

“I didn’t think this would happen. You. Us. This… feeling.”

He sounded raw. Stripped bare. No mask. No walls.

König (almost ashamed):

“I think about you too much.”

You closed your eyes. Your chest ached from how real it all felt.

You:

“I think about you too.”

A quiet, shaky breath from his mic.

König:

“You make me slow. Careful. Soft. I can’t afford to be soft.”

You:

“Maybe you can.”

He let that hang in the air for a while. Then:

König:

“Come to Austria.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

You:

“What?!”

König:

“Not now. Not yet. But one day.”

You (smiling faintly):

“You sure you’re ready for my chaotic energy in real life?”

König (warmly):

“I’ve fought wars. I can survive you.”

A laugh finally slipped from your lips.

König (low, softer now):

“I just… I needed to hear your voice.”

You held your mug of cold tea and let the warmth in your chest fill in the rest.

You:

“Play a match with me?”

König:

“Even if I lose on purpose to impress you?”

You:

“Especially if you do.”

⸻

VC — Late Night

Your voice was soft through the headset, almost whispering now. You’d both been gaming for hours, long after your teammates logged off, until it was just the two of you — König, still wearing his mask, slouched on his bed at base, and you, curled under a blanket in your room with only the monitor lighting your face.

He had gone quiet for a while. Just the sounds of you sipping tea and the game lobby music.

You glanced over at his username.

Still connected.

Still breathing.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You good?”

A pause. A long one.

Then, finally, König’s voice came through. Rougher than usual. Tired. Small.

“Ja… just thinking.”

You waited. Didn’t push. You’d learned to be gentle with his silences.

After a minute, he spoke again.

“Do you know how long it’s been since someone touched me?”

Your heart stuttered.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He filled the space instead.

“I don’t mean like… sex or whatever,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “I mean like—hug. A hand on the shoulder. Even a pat on the back. I don’t think anyone’s hugged me in… over two years.”

That hit you like a punch to the chest.

You sat up straighter. “Konig…”

“It’s fine,” he said too quickly, like he regretted saying it. “Sorry. Forget it. I don’t want to be weird.”

“No. No, hey.” Your voice softened. “That’s not weird. That’s… awful.”

“I think I forgot what it feels like,” he said quietly. “Warmth. Pressure. Another heartbeat. Everything I touch is tactical. Weapon. Trigger. Door. Steel.”

You bit your lip, feeling something sharp and tender bloom behind your ribs.

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your voice light but honest, “if we ever meet, I’m hugging you so long you’ll beg me to let go.”

Silence.

Then:

“…Really?”

“Really.”

A beat.

“I’d hold you for hours,” he said, voice raw, chest deep. “And I’d never ask you to let go.”

⸻

The Next Day – Discord Messages

König is Online.

He’s quiet today, but present. You’re in another Discord voice chat, casually chatting with a couple people you game with now and then. One of them, a guy from another server, keeps jokingly flirting with you during the match.

You laugh him off — as usual — but König’s gone dead silent.

After the match, you check your DMs.

König [Typing…]

Then he sends:

König:

That guy from the match. He does that often?

You blink.

You:

Who, Levi? He’s just messing around. He flirts with everyone, lol.

König:

Still.

Didn’t like it.

You:

Oh? You jealous, big guy?

The typing bubble appears.

Then disappears.

Then reappears.

König:

Do you want me to take care of it?

Your brows lifted.

You:

Wait—what??

König:

Not like that.

Just… let him know to back off.

You:

König… you’re being protective.

König:

Maybe I am.

Is that bad?

You felt your chest tighten. He wasn’t teasing. He meant it. You could practically see his furrowed brows through the screen, his knuckles tight where they rested near his mouse, his jaw clenched behind that mask.

You typed slower this time.

You:

No.

I like it.

But only if you’re protective of me… and not just anyone else.

A pause.

Then:

König:

Only you.

⸻

Three Weeks Without König

The Discord call had gone silent three weeks ago.

He left one last message.

König:

Mission time. I’ll be back soon, ja?

Stay safe, meine Süße.

And then nothing.

He’d told you once, offhandedly during a sleepy 2 a.m. VC, that missions could stretch long. That there were places he couldn’t bring his phone. That when he was deployed, he shut the world out to survive.

You tried to wait patiently.

You really did.

But three weeks felt like a lifetime when the one person who made you feel seen—safe—was just gone.

You found yourself staring at your phone. Re-reading old messages. That awkward selfie he sent once from the gym—his shirt clinging to his body, face cropped out, only his sweaty jawline and chest visible. You remembered teasing him for it, and how he stammered so much in the VC afterward he accidentally muted himself.

Your chest ached.

And that ache turned into something restless. Something reckless.

So, you did the only thing your heart screamed at you to do.

You booked a flight.

⸻

Austria – König’s Apartment

The city was colder than you expected. Brisk wind, gray skies, but beautiful—stone buildings with old wooden shutters and narrow streets that echoed when you wheeled your small suitcase down them.

You had the address. You’d sent him that limited-edition energy drink once, the one you both joked was probably radioactive. He never forgot it. Called you “his supplier” like it was a spy mission.

He once joked about hiding his key under the mat.

“Classic, I know,” he’d laughed over voice. “But no one ever checks, eh?”

Except you did.

And there it was.

A plain silver key under a faded old mat that read “Möge das WLAN stark sein” (“May the Wi-Fi be strong”).

You stepped inside.

His apartment was quiet. Still. Like him.

Big, but sparse. Clean. A little too clean. Just essentials.

Military-precise.

His mask hung on a hook by the door. His boots, muddy and massive, rested nearby. You walked around slowly, taking it all in — the way his couch had an indent shaped exactly like his body, the small pile of books in German and English, the little Post-It note stuck to his fridge with a scribbled reminder in his messy handwriting:

Call her when you’re back.

Your heart clenched.

You dragged your suitcase into his room.

Then curled up on his bed to wait.

⸻

Hours Later – The Front Door Opens

You heard the jingle of keys.

Then heavy boots. A grunt. A sigh.

The soft clink of his gear being dropped by the door.

Your heart pounded in your ears. You pressed your hand to your chest to steady it.

You heard his footsteps come down the hall.

He paused outside his bedroom door.

A beat.

Then—

Click.

The door opened.

You leapt.

He barely had time to react.

“Was zur—?!”

You threw yourself at him, arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist as you tackled him back a step. He staggered under your weight—though not much—and instinctively caught you, huge hands gripping your thighs.

“Hallo?!” he barked. “Who—?!”

Then he saw your face.

“…Schatz?”

You grinned. “Surprise, soldier.”

König just… stared.

You saw his expression shift through five stages of confusion before settling on stunned disbelief. His blue eyes wide under messy hair, fresh stubble shadowing his jaw, lips parted slightly.

“You—bist du verrückt?!” he whispered hoarsely. “You flew to Austria?!”

You nodded, still holding him tightly. “Yep.”

“And broke into my home?!”

“Technically, I used the key you hid under the mat.”

König blinked, mouth open.

Then he dropped his bag.

And crushed you into his chest.

He didn’t speak for a moment. Just held you. Arms like steel. Like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You could feel his heart pounding against yours.

“…I thought I was dreaming,” he finally muttered. “This feels like a dream.”

You leaned back to look into his face, your hands cupping his jaw. “It’s real, König.”

He just stared at you like he couldn’t believe it. Then, softly:

“…I missed you.”

⸻

You were curled up on the couch, his oversized hoodie swallowing your small frame. König sat beside you, unusually quiet, rubbing the back of his neck while avoiding your eyes. The air between you felt heavy — but not uncomfortable. More like… electric.

“So,” you said softly, nudging him with your foot, “how does it feel having me here, crashing your place like a wrecking ball?”

His gaze finally flicked to you, and you caught the faintest blush coloring his cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to act casual but failing spectacularly.

“I—I wasn’t prepared for this.” His voice cracked just a little. “You… surprised me.”

You smiled, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. His eyes widened for a moment at the gentle touch.

“Yeah? You look like you’re about to combust.”

He rubbed the back of his neck again, eyes darting down to your hand then back up. “Maybe I am. You—uh—you’re not just crashing the place. You’re… you’re crashing my defenses.”

You laughed softly, heart fluttering.

“Are you saying I’m making you shy?”

König’s lips twitched into a small, embarrassed smile. “Maybe.”

You scooted closer, your knee brushing his thigh. “Good. You’re adorable when you’re like this.”

He swallowed hard, face still pink. “Adorable? I’m a soldier.”

“And yet here you are, blushing like a schoolboy.” You winked.

His eyes flicked to the floor, voice low. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only to you,” you teased.

He let out a short, breathy laugh, still shy but somehow more relaxed now. You both sat like that for a while, the quiet between you filled with something warm — a new kind of closeness neither of you had quite dared to explore before.

You stayed close to König, the warmth from his body still lingering after your surprise hug. The quiet between you felt charged, the kind of silence that buzzes softly with things left unsaid.

You swallowed nervously, then looked up at him with a small smile.

“Hey, König…” you began, your voice softer than usual. “Can I… share your bed tonight?”

He blinked, eyes flickering away for a moment, cheeks tinting just the faintest shade of red beneath his mask.

“Äh… I—uh… sure,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck like a shy teenager caught off guard. “If you want.”

His voice was low, hesitant, almost shy—so unlike the confident soldier you knew. You found it endearing.

You reached out, lightly brushing a hand over his massive forearm. “Thanks,” you whispered.

He gave you a small, shy smile that made your heart skip.

⸻

“Let’s go then. What are you waiting for?” you said with a teasing smile.

König stood up, a bit stiff and awkward, clearly shy but trying to keep his composure. His tall frame moved quietly behind you as you led the way to his bedroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you began changing out of your clothes without a word. König’s eyes widened immediately, and he quickly turned his gaze away, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. You caught the shy flush and chuckled softly, amused by his obvious embarrassment.

You slipped into something comfortable—soft pajamas that contrasted with his military precision—and then crawled onto the bed, pulling the blankets up around you. König didn’t say much but carefully started changing too. He peeled off his shirt, revealing the hard, defined muscles beneath. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the fabric stretched tight over powerful thighs.

You couldn’t help but glance at him. Your breath hitched at the sight—his broad chest, carved pecs shadowed by faint scars; the washboard abs you’d only seen in pictures, now right in front of you; thick, veined biceps and triceps that spoke of strength and endless discipline. His skin had that rugged, worn look from years in the field, but there was softness in his shy eyes that completely contradicted his tough exterior.

Caught staring, König’s gaze flicked to you, eyes wide and vulnerable. Without thinking, your fingers traced lightly over the ridges of his abs. The moment your skin touched his, he gasped softly, a sharp intake of breath that sent a thrill straight through you.

He remained unusually silent, cheeks flushed a deep pink, and you could tell your touch caught him off guard. Encouraged, you continued to explore slowly, letting your hand drift lower, tracing the line where his sweatpants met his hips.

A soft, unexpected moan slipped from his mouth, making both of you freeze instantly. König’s blue eyes locked onto yours, wide and unguarded.

You smirked gently, your voice teasing but warm. “Looks like someone’s a little more sensitive than he lets on.”

König swallowed hard, clearly flustered, but there was a spark in his eyes—something tender, something hungry—and you both knew this was just the beginning.

Your hand lingered on his hip, tracing delicate circles as König’s breath hitched again. You felt the heat radiating from his skin, his body tense beneath your touch. His usual calm, controlled demeanor was slipping away, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

Then, you noticed it—the unmistakable bulge pressing against his sweatpants. Your eyes widened slightly, and you bit your lip to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

König’s cheeks deepened into a rich crimson, and he quickly shifted his hips away, as if trying to hide what was obvious to both of you now.

“Uh—” he stammered, voice thick, eyes darting anywhere but yours. “This is… unexpected.”

You chuckled softly, the teasing warmth in your tone impossible to hide. “Sensitive, huh? Didn’t think the mighty König would be this easy to rattle.”

He swallowed hard, jaw working as he fought the flush spreading down his neck. “You’re… dangerous.”

You reached out again, fingers brushing over the top of his abs, tracing down to his hip, your touch slow and deliberate. “I could say the same about you.”

The tension between you thickened—the room shrinking until it was just the two of you, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.

König’s lips parted, eyes searching yours, vulnerability flickering with something else—desire.

You smiled softly, leaning in just a fraction closer, letting your hand rest lightly on his thigh, the promise of more hanging in the air between you.

Your fingers hesitated just a moment before drifting lower, brushing along the edge of the bulge pressing against his sweatpants. König’s breath hitched sharply, eyes wide but unable to pull away.

You smiled softly, the thrill of his reaction sending a warmth straight to your core. Slowly, carefully, you began to rub the length of his hardness through the fabric—light, teasing circles that made him shift under your touch.

A low, involuntary groan escaped his lips, and you felt the vibration beneath your palm.

He was so tense, so sensitive—like every nerve ending was awake and aching.

König’s eyes flickered between yours, filled with a mixture of surprise and raw want. His usual composed mask was gone, replaced by a shy vulnerability that made your heart pound harder.

“D-Don’t stop,” he murmured, voice rough and breathless.

You chuckled, your touch lingering as you rubbed more boldly now, feeling him grow even harder beneath your palm.

His hips shifted closer, seeking more contact, but you held back just enough to keep him on edge.

The room felt electric—charged with anticipation, with unspoken promises, with the weight of everything you both wanted but hadn’t yet dared to say.

Your fingers traced slow circles, and König’s breath came faster, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each stroke.

“Sensitive,” you teased again, voice low and sultry. “You’re so damn sensitive.”

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through your skin.

You both froze for a heartbeat—his reaction undeniable, your own desire flaring in response.

König’s breath hitched again, his hips shifting instinctively toward your hand, desperate for more contact. You let your fingers glide slowly, teasing him with just enough touch to make his pulse race without fully satisfying him.

His eyes darkened with need, flickering between wanting and holding back—just like you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing lightly against the shell of his ear. Your breath was warm, your voice low and husky.

“Do you want more, König?”

He swallowed hard, a soft groan escaping before he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Slowly, deliberately, you pulled your hand away—just enough to build the tension even higher. Your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling every ridge of muscle under your palm.

Then your gaze locked with his.

“Come here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

König crawled toward you on the bed, each movement careful, almost shy—like he wasn’t used to letting someone see this side of him.

Your hands found his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the rough stubble that made you want to kiss every inch.

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment.

Then, slowly, your lips met—soft at first, exploring, tasting.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and the heat between you exploded.

His kisses deepened, urgent and hungry now, his body pressing into yours.

Every nerve ending was alive, every inch of skin craving connection.

König’s hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him. His breath was ragged, warm against your skin as his lips traced a slow path down your neck. You felt the fire ignite beneath his touch—soft, deliberate, full of promise.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access, feeling the heat pool low in your belly. His fingers trailed lightly down your sides, exploring curves he’d only ever seen from afar. Every touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

He paused, eyes searching yours, asking without words if this was okay. You nodded, heart pounding with anticipation.

Slowly, he eased his hands under your tank top, skin meeting skin. His touch was gentle but hungry, memorizing every inch, every delicate curve. You gasped softly as he traced the swell of your breasts, fingers light but knowing.

König’s lips found yours again, this time more demanding, more urgent. You melted into the kiss, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel him even more.

Every sensation heightened—the rough scrape of his stubble, the warmth of his breath, the press of his body against yours. Time slowed down, the world shrinking until it was only the two of you tangled together, exploring, learning, savoring.

His hands roamed lower, sliding beneath your sweatpants, fingers teasing, coaxing.

There was a tenderness beneath the urgency, a careful worship of each other’s bodies that made everything feel sacred.

⸻

König’s fingers drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants, his touch light but deliberate. You caught the slight smirk playing on his lips—the kind of confident, knowing smile that sent a thrill straight through your core.

He pressed gently, just enough to make you shiver. The warmth beneath his hand was undeniable, his arousal growing despite the barrier of fabric. His breath hitched slightly, betraying how much he wanted you even now.

You couldn’t help it—a soft, unexpected moan escaped you. The sound was new, raw, and it seemed to surprise both of you.

König froze for a moment, eyes wide as if realizing for the first time just how much your reaction affected him. Then his smirk deepened, amused and captivated all at once.

“So… that’s your sound,” he murmured low and husky, his fingers never stopping their teasing dance. “I like it.”

Your cheeks flushed hotter, heart pounding wildly, but the heat pooling between your legs only grew stronger. The quiet room filled with your mingled breaths, the tension thick and delicious.

He leaned closer, voice a breath against your skin. He teased you just how you did earlier, “You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

⸻

König’s teasing fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements, his touch light but purposeful beneath the fabric. Suddenly, he paused, a subtle change in his expression—his eyes flickered down, sharp and curious.

His fingertips pressed a little more firmly, and then he stiffened.

“Hmm…” he murmured, voice low and thick with surprise. “You’re… wet.”

The word hung in the air, charged with meaning.

Your breath hitched at his touch, the warmth between you already burning, and now his knowing had set your skin alight. You felt exposed, vulnerable in the best way, caught under his gaze as he traced the slickness through the thin sweatpants.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I can feel how much you want me.”

You shivered, heart pounding hard. König’s fingers didn’t stop; if anything, they moved more boldly, stroking you through the fabric, making your breath catch again and again.

“Does that feel good?” he teased, his voice rough and playful.

You could only nod, lost in the heat of the moment, your moans growing softer but more urgent.

König’s blue eyes locked with yours, shining with something darker, hungrier, as the quiet room pulsed with the promise of what was to come.

Without breaking eye contact, König’s hand slid lower, fingers tracing the waistband of your sweatpants. Then, with a swift, confident motion, he shoved the fabric aside, exposing your wet skin to his touch.

His fingers pressed gently at first, then more boldly, moving with slow precision that sent shivers racing through your body. You gasped softly, clutching his arm as he explored you, every touch igniting sparks beneath your skin.

König’s breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, “So soft. So perfect.”

He teased you expertly, his fingers stroking and circling, eliciting soft moans and trembling gasps. The heat between you thickened, the room growing smaller until it felt like it existed only for this moment—just you and him, tangled together.

His other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up as his lips brushed yours, slow and teasing, the promise of more burning in his eyes.

König’s fingers moved with growing confidence, the pad of one finger tracing over your wetness, teasing you lightly. Then, with a deliberate, slow motion, he pressed one finger inside you.

You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as the new sensation overwhelmed your senses. His touch was careful but sure, moving just enough to make you shiver.

He watched your reactions closely, his blue eyes darkening with desire and concern all at once. “Sag mir, wenn es zu viel ist,” he murmured softly. (“Tell me if it’s too much.”)

You shook your head, unable to speak, too caught up in the way he made you feel — delicate, wanted, and achingly alive.

His finger moved gently, coaxing, teasing, and you felt the heat in your body deepen, every nerve ending alert.

König’s finger moved slowly, carefully exploring, his touch light but deliberate. You bit your lip to hold back a soft moan as the sensation rolled through you, every nerve waking up with delicious heat.

His breathing hitched just a little, his blue eyes locked on your face, reading every flicker of pleasure and hesitation. “Du bist so schön,” he whispered low, the German rough and tender in the same breath. (“You’re so beautiful.”)

You reached out instinctively, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him a bit closer. His other hand found your hip, steadying you as his finger deepened just slightly, coaxing more of that breathless feeling.

Your heart hammered, and your voice was barely a whisper, “König…”

He paused, looking up, searching your eyes. “Ja?”

“I want more,” you said, voice trembling.

He smiled softly, that shy, strong man torn between wanting to go slow and the raw pull of desire.

His finger moved with careful, teasing precision, making you shiver beneath his touch. The warmth spreading through you was dizzying, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You tangled your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling him closer as your breath hitched again.

König’s other hand slid from your hip to cup your face gently, thumb brushing your cheek as he watched your reactions with intense, almost reverent focus.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with something between admiration and desire.

You whimpered softly, desperate for more but knowing this slow dance was building something electric — a tension that promised fire.

His finger pressed just a little deeper, circling slowly, sending sparks of pleasure rolling through you like gentle waves. You arched into him, your hips moving slightly, craving more contact.

König’s eyes darkened, lips parting as he swallowed hard. His hand on your face tightened just a touch, anchoring you as if afraid you might float away in the storm of feeling he was stirring inside you.

“Please,” you breathed, voice trembling with want.

He hesitated for only a moment longer, then leaned down to brush his lips softly over yours — a promise of more, of everything waiting just beneath the surface.

You tug gently at the waistband of his sweatpants, your fingers curling into the soft fabric, sending a clear, silent message. König’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering to yours with a mix of surprise and something deeper—desire, hesitation, excitement all swirling at once.

Slowly, almost reverently, he slides his hands down to the waistband, gripping the fabric. You hold your breath, heart pounding as he peels the sweatpants down just enough, revealing the hard length you’d been imagining, now fully visible and more real than you’d dared hope.

His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, but his eyes don’t leave yours, as if searching for permission—or maybe daring you to take the lead.

You reach out again, fingertips tracing the hard line, feeling the heat radiate against your skin, your own breath catching in your throat. The room is thick with tension and unspoken promises as you lean in closer, every inch of you craving more-

König jolted awake, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat clinging to his skin.

His eyes were wide, confused—disoriented.

It was still dark outside.

For a second, he blinked at the ceiling, heart pounding, trying to remember where he was.

A dream. It was just a dream.

A very… detailed dream.

He groaned and slammed his big hand down to the side of the bed in frustration—

SMACK.

You yelped.

He froze.

“…Was that—?”

You stirred, voice thick with sleep, “König… did you just slap my ass?”

König’s entire soul left his body.

“I—I didn’t mean—I thought you weren’t there—I mean, I thought the bed was empty—”

You rolled over slowly, raising an eyebrow in the dim light. “So, what, you randomly smack the mattress when I’m not here?”

“…No?”

You burst out laughing, burying your face in the pillow. “Unbelievable.”

König groaned and flopped back against the bed, mortified. “Please just let me die now.”

You patted his chest, still giggling. “Next time just ask nicely.”

He groaned louder.

[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

[themadvigilantist]

"Yeah, I saw the inspo." She patted her violet ship, grinning a bit. Knowing he was running. From what or who, she didn't care.

"Talk to your wife yet?"

Okay, she cared a little.

@themadvigilantist

"Helloooo, Mr. President. It suits you well, love." He gave the platinum-haired alien a twirl at her new digs. "Saw the broadcast, by the way! Bit heavy handed. Did you see my look for the Gala? Very inspired by you if I do say so myself." He was talking to distract, cheerful to dissuade from further self-inspection.

After all, what was there to inspect? Everything was just fine, just hunky dory. Peachy.

[viviwying]

Ideias de coisas para você manifestar.

──── ☥ ──── ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ──── ☥ ────

1- Tatuagem de graça ou pincing.

2- cabelo colorido natural ou não precisa retocar ele.

3- sempre acha dinheiro na rua.

4-nunca ficar bêbado(a).

5- mudar o clima.

6- mudar altura.

7- ganhar na loteria.

8- saber costurar.

9- ter características únicas.

10- Pintas no rosto ou no corpo inteiro.

11- olho de cor diferente, tipo violeta.

12- saber idiomas naturalmente, não precisa se esforçar.

13- pais liberais.

14- ter várias carreira, e habilidades.

15- as pessoas pedem pra tirar foto com você, por que você é muito bonita(o).

16- ser amiga da sua famosa ou celebridade favorita .

17- não ser mais tímida (o).

18- não precisa puxar saco de ninguém no trabalho ou faculdade.

19- ser vampira (o).

20- sempre lembra dos assuntos na prova, ou quando vc precisa.

21- sua sobrancelha nunca cresce.

22- seus pais aceita sua sexualidade.

23- ter uma vida tranquila.

24- ter os melhores roles.

25- ter uma letra linda.

26- seu personagem favorito ser real.

27- nunca ser assaltada(o).

28- sua série favorita nunca ser cancelada.

29- ser misteriosa (o).

30- encontrar o seu estilo de roupa no brecho.

31- manifestar shows.

32- ser uma sereia.

33- saúde mental.

34- academia de graça.

35- ter um grupo de amigos do seu estilo.

É isso vei, beijos na bochecha linda de vocês.

[sereiadanoite]

Quiz + 18 ❤️🙈

1- já ficou molhada conversando comigo?

2- qual foi o lugar mais louco que já transou?

3- Com quantos anos você perdeu virgindade ?

4- O que você veste para dormir?

5- Prefere beijo na boca ou no pescoço?

6-Você já se sentiu atraído(a) por quem não deveria?

7- tamanho importa ou o saber fazer é o segredo?

8-Qual foi sua primeira impressão de mim?

9-Você conseguiria ficar um ano sem transar?

10- o que vc mais gosta de fazer no sexo?

11-O que você está vestindo agora?

12- De qual parte do meu corpo você gosta mais?

13- engole ou cospe ?

14- o que te deixa molhada?

15- transaria no primeiro encontro ?

16-Você já sentiu vontade de se tocar hoje ?

17- Um desejo que faria comigo ?

18-Você me chuparia?

19-Você já assistiu 50 Tons de Cinza?

20-Um ano sem chocolate ou um ano sem sexo?

21-Você gosta de receber beijos nos pés?

22-Qual foi a coisa mais engraçada que você disse entre quatro paredes?

23-Você já transou em um motel?

24-Você já transou com pessoas do Tinder?

25-Você já dançou em um pole dance?

26-Você já transou com mais de 10 pessoas? E mais de 20?

27-Você já teve uma amizade colorida?

28-Você preferiria fazer sexo em uma praia ou em uma cachoeira?

29-O que você faria se fosse do sexo oposto por um dia?

30-Você está feliz com a sua vida sexual?

31-Você gosta de joguinhos sexuais?

32-Você prefere transar com alguém lindo ou com alguém que é muito bom de cama?

33-Você prefere dinheiro ou transar?

34-Você prefere uma transa com a pessoa dos seus sonhos ou uma ficada com um desconhecido?

35- Ter transas ruins pro resto da vida ou nunca mais transar?

36-Você já pensou em apimentar a sua vida sexual?

37-Você já foi a um sex shop?

38-Você gosta de falar sacanagens?

39-E de ouvir sacanagens, você gosta?

40-Qual a trilha sonora perfeita para uma noite quente?

41-Você se sente inseguro(a) sobre algo na cama?

42-Você costuma assistir pornografia?

43-Você acha que o seu beijo é bom?

44-Você prefere fazer ou receber massagem?

45-Você acha que pode rolar de tudo em um primeiro encontro?

46-Você gosta de rir durante o sexo ou prefere algo sério?

47-Você se considera mente aberta quanto ao sexo?

48-Qual sua opinião sobre relacionamentos abertos?

49-Em quanto tempo você consegue chegar aqui em casa?

50-Se você pudesse transar com uma celebridade, quem seria?

51-Depois do sexo, dormir de conchinha ou cada um para um lado?

52-Qual o maior tempo que você ficou sem sexo?

53-Você já viu alguém fazendo striptease?

54-Você já fez striptease para alguém?

55-Que sabor você acha que o meu beijo tem?

56-Qual foi o último sonho erótico que você teve?

57-Você já disse o nome de outra pessoa durante o sexo?

58- Qual é a parte mais sensível do seu corpo?

59- Esse tipo de conversa te excita?

60- Você gosta de uns tapinhas durante o sexo?

61- Seus vizinhos já ouviram você transando?

62- Olhar nos olhos é importante durante o sexo?

63- Qual lugar mais inusitado em que você já transou?

64-Você já transou no chuveiro?

65-Você já transou na cozinha?

66-Você já transou ao ar livre?

67-Já transou dentro do carro?

68-Já transou em locais públicos?

69-Você já transou de pé? E no chão?

70-Qual seu tipo de pornô favorito?

80-Qual foi a coisa mais vulgar que você disse na hora H? E a mais romântica?

81-Luzes acesas, apagadas ou meio-termo?

82-Você prefere sexo bruto ou apaixonado?

84-Qual é o seu fetiche?

85-Você gosta de um pouco de dor durante o sexo?

86-Já usou comida na hora do sexo?

87-Você já teve algum sonho ousado comigo?

88-Já foi pego no flagra por alguém?

89-Já observou alguém transando?

90-Já transou com alguém assistindo?

91-Você já fingiu ser outra pessoa enquanto transava com alguém ?

92-Você já usou chantilly durante o sexo?

93-Você já pagou por sexo?

94-Você gosta de mordidas?

95-Já usou camisinha com sabor?

96-Você já se imaginou tomando banho comigo?

97-No que você pensa durante o sexo?

98-Prefere peitos ou bunda?

99-Você já pensou em sexo hoje?

100-Você já fingiu um orgasmo?

101-Você acha que vale tudo quando se está entre quatro paredes?

102-Você acha que tamanho é documento ou não?

103-Prefere ficar por cima ou por baixo?

104-Tem alguma posição que você nunca 

experimentou, mas tem vontade?

105-Você se importa com gemidos ou prefere silêncio?

106-Você já transou com venda nos olhos?

107-Você prefere transar de manhã ou de noite?

108-Você já recriou alguma cena de filme pornô?

109-Você já transou com mais de uma pessoa ao mesmo tempo?

[themadvigilantist]

Hot Berth ||

Someone off to her left, in deep heliotrope violets to compliment her heliotrope white and blues, was telling the usual reports. One was that the other time lords weren't really amused or found it funny that her 'crowning' - if she could call it that - of being Lord President was televised to the likes of humans. Not that it would be dangerous to any survivors - oh no, nothing like that - but, that now they can't hide. They, in this case, being Gallifrey. They could not escape the consequences of what they had done during the Last Great Time War. The blowback of it. All of it.

Including the now-merging of universes. Like a crack being pressed and splintering more and more but instead of shattering into little glass dust - it was just spreading. More and more and more.

Which got V to raise her eyebrows. Here they were fretting over themselves. Fretting over the wrong thing and she chuckled. Of course she chuckled. To be clear, humans weren't much of a threat to them. That's just how it was. How it is. Many human-related species weren't threats. If they teamed up together, they can overthrow themselves. This was every species against itself because every species can only overthrow themselves and the rest is just wish fulfillment. Gallifreyans proved that time and time again that humans weren't much of a threat to them. Their nucclear weapons was literally just a time tot teething toy. If even that. And if it was just a teething toy to Gallifreyans, it was pratically mouthwash to Nyintirans.

But, V doesn't say this. Neither by mind or orally. Instead she continues to giggle.

And giggles.

"Well, maybe building an entire planet makeover off of exploitation, psychologically and scientifically torture and forcibly create stockholm syndrome of a singular alien child just for secondhand immortality only to then shun or enslave or wipe out anything that has said immortality naturally while siphoning their creations on top of doing the same to those that oppose unless they have to clean up your mess with shitty propaganda naming everything after the longest living dictator will tend to keep survivors and other hidden civilians away is just a tad too stale in 2022, 2023, 2024, 2025 and 2026. Better for a reinvention, don't cha think?"

"I mean, it's not like you aren't going to favor being burnt to a crisp and converting into a species you spent burning time and countless civilians apart literally two Gallifreyan minutes ago later anyway, right?" Malice in her words. Yet truth is bitter or in this case poisonous. All with a smile. "You lot are lucky people still think - that tiny grain of sand of self-mutilating attraction - time lords have some sense of gold out of their intestinal tracts simply because one of the species they stole from and the sentient flora species they tortured happened to dabble with time itself. All by disillusionist propaganda."

"You're lucky in this small bubble of being able to breathe that it's considered honoring to be killed by your own ostracized kind. That the lot the old you would wipe from existence my nieces and nephews across the board - regardless if they met me with one Doctor or another - simply because they aren't legitmate in old society's eyes. Seeing and sharing that you are open to change in a rather crap and sad rant and willing to be fucking normal by getting drunk in all this preppy robes like a pilot of Earth's Next Tent Model is definitely not amusing." The other person was quiet. "Wanting to open the planet to all, even if it's a tiny window, is not amusing. It's not supposed to be. I want my family here instead of having to hear the same propganda bullshit from every version of propaganda peddler and said aformentioned child turned politically war hero, the Doctor, again. So they can see it in person. Without the horse blinders. And then go home. In and out. If it has to be televised by me, so be it. If it has to be where the questions they can ask isn't to ash and charred corpses and crappy hologram versions of defanged-weeping angel-time lords because it's their dead father’s culture, so be it. Problem?"

V ended it there once the silence stretched across the room. A Karn woman looked away as well as a couple of council members in varying Chapterhouses did so, unable to meet her eye before she got up with a bag in hand. "Great. Speaking of, I'm gonna go meet my friends." Her mobile rings, V answering it while walking out the echoing room. "Hey, I was just thinking about you..."

[themadvigilantist]

additionally [digital art edition]:

art by @vebrailey (me)

compaq computer ms paint default color selection from may 9, 2011 version of V (supposedly its tan. so glad technology improved)

2023 in procreate version of v

a reminder for any of my oc backgrounds for @thebadtimewolf and @themadvigilantist :

under the cut is unrelated dont look at it

do you know how many poc versions of canon or oc related muses i have seen jumped so many new refurbished accounts that they just straight up deactivated due to the lack of attention? lack of interest? not so much a peep or whisper but the second u put up a billie or david suddenly they appear in troves. so in case ur wondering: yes all of them are poc - @themadvigilantist and @thebadtimewolf were supposed to black.

even now, it is glaringly obvious that because the dr's first face isnt a old yt man but a young black female child and ppl discrediting it by using bad writing as an excuse. it isn't bad writing, u were conditioned to only accept old yt man as default and now that the first default face is actually a black girl (sidebar: who favors the actress that plays disney's ruby bridges which like gosh i mean its been a while! hope shes doing well); suddenly the loud and wrong opinion of toxic fans are suddenly always correct. the dr is canonically a poc now and now? suddenly oh i dont count the timeless child - ncuti is 14 ladadadee i hate being indirectly told that i easily fell into racism even tho i am outwardly not one so its not my fault its the writing. even tho this is coming from the same ppl who are flanderizing tenrose and getting huffy that others see it - find fault in it that actually makes it human than their preconceived notion of conservative/tory human - and call it out for what it is.

i mean gosh i wonder what wouldve happened is sacha doctor was forced to regenerate and he turned to ncuti. no proper bye from 13, no proper last words. i know what the headlines wouldve been because yall predictable just like how yall reacted to martha first apoearence is exactly how yall be reacting that reflects within the rp community. It shows that you are better off watching grass grow and licking plaster off walls.

anyway all this is to say if you dont know how to rp with poc muses you're better off not rping at all. my muses are a walking code switch that stays on because the second its off, everyone goes away.

[valenfangs]

We are very happy to announce the second annual Valenfangs event!

Hop into our inbox if you have any questions! We don't bite . . . unless you're into that ;)

transcription under the cut:

The second annual Valenfangs event is here!

Join us in showing our love for The Vampire Chronicles this February by creating fanworks to share with your fellow fans! It’s fair game – any kind of fanwork for any VC-related media counts. Each day a number of prompts will be given that you can use as inspiration. Tag us @valenfangs so we can reblog your work on Tumblr or add your fics to our Valenfangs2025 collection on AO3!

PROMPTS:

1 - blood-red lipstick // double date

2 - leather and lace // blood in a teacup

3 - handwritten letters // slumber party

4 - arranged marriage // gloves

5 - free day

6 - vampire slayer // a deck of cards

7 - pen and ink // mirror sex

8 - sisterhood/brotherhood // promise rings

9 - strawberries and chocolate // virgin

10 - free day

11 - elbow patches // fuzzy socks

12 - dom/sub drop // notes app poetry

13 - corset // flamingos

14 - cherry on top // first kiss

[lexdelioncourt]

My IWTV Fics (A Masterpost)

Finally made a pinned post for all my silly little gay vampire stories. Enjoy!

Multi-Chaps

Five Times Armand Called Daniel "Mister Molloy" in Bed (And One Time He Didn't) (Complete)

Uncategorised One-Shots

Anyone Yours Can Do, Mine Can Do Better (Diabolicule)

Truly, Madly, Deeply (Loustat)

Series

Devil's Yuri

You Are Mine, Beautiful Girl (Sapphic Devil's Minion)

Devil's Minion Propaganda

I'm Guessing You Haven't Heard From My Maker?

An Air-Obic Evening

Kissing and Snuggling With Dead Things

I'm Good At Getting Angles

VC Microfic May 2025

The Game (Devil's Minion)

The Song (Devil's Minion)

The Anniversaries (Devil's Minion)

The Kill (Devil's Minion)

The Bath (Devil's Minion)

The Eyes (Devil's Minion)

The Torture (Devil's Minion)

The Refusal (Devil's Minion)

The Bite (Devil's Minion)

The Epitaph (Devil's Minion)

The Venue (Lestat & Daniel, Devil's Minion)

The Bond (Devil's Minion)

The Villa (Devil's Minion)

The Triptych (Devil's Minion)

The Hashtag (Devil's Minion)

The Romantic (Devil's Minion)

The Noise (Devil's Minion)

The Surrender (Devil's Minion)

The Telenovela (Loustat AND Devil's Minion)

The End (Devil's Minion)

Interview with the Valentine 2025

Gimme Some Face, A Souvenir (Loustat - Part 1)

We're Bolèro, Prostituè (Loustat - Part 2)

Redactions, Recollections, Reconciliations (Devil's Minion)

Vamptember's 12 Nights of Christmas 2024

Day 1: Me and the Devil, Walking in a Winter Wonderland (DM)

Day 2: Fireplaces, Feasting and Other F-Words (Loustat)

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe, Below the Belt (Loustat)

Day 4: The Devil's Tradition (DM)

Day 5: Afterlife Experiences and an Antipodean Christmas (Diabolicule)

Day 6: Santa Baby (Vampire Lestat's Version) (Loustat)

Day 7: The Devil's Nutcracker (DM)

Day 8: Counting Down the Strokes to Midnight (DM)

Day 9: This is Our Get-Along Christmas Sweater (Loustat/DM)

Day 10: It's a Wonderful (After)Life (Loustat)

Day 11: The Devil's Little Helper (DM)

Day 12: Gay Theatrics on Ice! (Loustat)

[themadvigilantist]

"Oh, I love it but, not the place for it."

"Don’t you start"

@themadvigilantist

"What? I thought you liked my rambunctious charm?"

[ask-philgraves]

Hey Wesley, I know you like them young.

So, since you want to talk shit about me behind my back and talk shit about your so-called wife behind her back, let's run this shit back.

1. I was tortured by my parents. You knew this. You also knew I was still in contact when I met you, and that I was also abused by the Church I had been in. You also knew I was sexually assaulted and groomed MULTIPLE times. You ALSO knew, how I loved Dragon Age, specifically, Inquisition and 2.

2. You knew I had NO IDEA what a healthy relationship looked like, what a healthy age gap was, or any of that. So when we found out my supposed first "healthy relationship" was under the age they LIED to me about, and I freaked out, you not only made fun of me for freaking out, but proceeded to hold it over my head when I told you I didn't want to be in contact with you anymore either.

3. When I dumped you as a friend for the first time for how fucking weird and bitchy you are, you proceeded to vague post about me, and "all of a sudden" get into Dragon Age. You then proceeded to Blorb about my favorite characters that I told you all about, about two years prior... And then recently, when I called your ass out and said you had a whole FBI case against you for GROOMING MINORS you decided to change your blog line to "In Peace, Vigilance" Motherfucker, the Grey Wardens would have killed you canonically because they didn't like pedophiles. Like you.

4. Which brings me to my last point; Not only did you emotionally abuse me, your wife, and multiple ex partners, but you have groomed not one, not two, BUT THREE confirmed children, all of which between the ages of 11 - 14. And, asked one of them to spend the "mating season" with you, when they were 14 (The same one I was in a relationship with at 17 when they lied and said they were 15 almost 16, which is the same relationship you used to basically blackmail me into staying your "friend") All of which you have engaged in sexual conversations or straight up SEXUALLY ABUSED.

Lets also talk about the fact that when I found out about your FBI investigation and dipped, you told your wife I was "paranoid" and the only reason I left was because of that, and the fact that I "actively go to protests"....

Bitch if you think for a second that I won't call a cop a pig to his face, but am running away from you because.... "the FBI scares me".... Yeah, sure okay. Bold of you to assume they already don't know who I am??? Especially with my family being criminals???

Let's also sit down and talk about how, you told me once years ago your cut off age for you at... what... 22? was 16. Yeah, fucking abhorrent, especially since your bitch ass then followed it up with: because it's age of consent in your state in Canada.

Honestly, I can't fucking wait for the feds to show up on my door so I can tell them all about the nasty shit you've said in front of me when you thought I was half asleep in the group VCs, or the fact that you were actively engaging in sexual conversations with SO MANY minors, that we had to kick you out of the server but we had to tell everyone it was because you were cutting people off while they were venting over stupid shit. Like when my Nana died of pancreatic cancer 9 days prior to our conversation, you literally said the "worst day ever" was your brother totaling your dad's car and he was FINE and you throwing up which "ruined your parents honeymoon".

I was gonna make a nice ass post, make it more about my past and why I believed you, but honestly, you can go fuck yourself you fucking piece of shit. 👍

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[nothing-but-paisley]

Top 12 romantic vc moments:

12. Pandora and Marius have sex mortal style while arguing the entire time

11. Devil's minion movie nights with Daniel agreeing to watch Blade Runner 500 times

10. Distraught Marius reunites with Armand after he survives going into the sun

9. Bianca tenderly caring for the dying Amadeo

8. Lestat calling Armand good to embrace and good to love

7. Amadeo hacks through Marius' door with a battle axe

6. Lestat & Louis' first flight

5. Nickistat drunken makeout at the inn

4. Armand tells Louis he wants him more than anything in the world

3. Daniel's turning in the imaginary garden

2. Pre-concert Loustat reunion

1. The Villa of the Mysteries

[prettyemptylanna55]

20 mandamentos da ana e mia

1- Olhe no espelho e diga a vc mesma que está gorda.

2- Não acredite no que os outros andam dizendo a seu respeito. Você nunca estará magra o suficiente.

3- Olhe imagens de mulheres belas e magras diariamente, e torne-se uma delas.

4- Não pense ou coma comida. Comida lhe faz engordar, QUALQUER comida lhe faz engordar.

5- Beba o máximo de água que puder. Se sentir que vai explodir, beba um pouco mais.

6- Não chore, chorando você faz drama e demonstra que não tem controle e é fraca.

7- Não conte a nenhum amigo que vc é MIA... ou ANNA... eles querem acabar com elas.

8- Faça diariamnte exercícios físicos, exageradamente e nunca ache que está demais.

9- Fique sempre de olho nas calorias... Se puder não coma, só quando estiver fraca d+ a ponto de perder os sentidos.

10-LEMBRE-SE: COMER É PARA OS FRACOS!!!

11. Nunca rejeitar um bom copo de água gelada.

12. Guardar pelo menos 5 reais da mesada para os laxantes.

13. Cuidar da aparência.

14. Nunca mais gastar seu dinheiro com comida.

15. Sempre ter fotos de thinspirations com você.

16. Rejeitar o máximo de refeições.

17. Nunca abrir mão de sua amiga mia e de esportes.

18. Vencer os desafios que vierem pela frente.

19. Mentir quando necessário.

20. Mesmo depois de ter uma grande compulsão não desista.

(Lembrando que esses mandamentos não fui eu que criei ,eu apenas peguei de um blog, e copiei aqui ,mas eu esqueci o nome do blog ou site .)