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Hello, quick break from the blog, so if you don't see me around that's why 👍🏾

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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

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Lawful neutral! Thank you for the tag

Tagging @comfortless @melancholic-thing @kechiwrites @kneelingshadowsalome

Tag game!!!

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And tag people(obviously)

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your alpha best friend who always promises he won't knot you as he 'helps' your heats, but then always ends up locking his knot as deep as possible. after, he plays with your tits and kisses your neck and humps you the best he can with being able to pull out to stay knotted to you as long as possible--anything to give himself a better breeding chance

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Yall seen those posts about dating german men and how complicated while simultaneously so caring they can be? Or that tiktoker that does the German guy falling in love with you posts?? Okay, that, but with König

Much like many other German men, he is fairly straightforward, and it may come off as berating if you’re not used to it. But he also means it out of love for you “You have not eaten yet today? Is something wrong with you? That is bad for you… Then I will feed you” or “You are walking too slow. What do you mean my legs or too long? *simutaneously slows down* Do I need to carry you?” he jokingly says

He’s not trying to insult or harshly criticize you, he just cares about you and your guys’ relationship and wants you to be your best you 🖤

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I do. God help me I do

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Simon riley x black reader

You know what I need!

A bloodied Simon. Tired a long way from home. He could probably get up, find the strength in him somewhere to crawl out out of the jaws of death again, but he just can't. He can't find that strength or effort anywhere. He'll fight to live another day, but for what. Instead, he just lets it happen. Feeling feel every part of it in the snow. He's fingers numbing the slowing of his heart and then the blurring of his vision, not sure if it's the snow or not, it doesn't matter.

Simon riley knows death and death is cold and unforgiving. It's the deep emptiness that weighs thick and heavy on him, a feeling he's (not) made his peace with

It's nothing like this. The sun on his skin, a warm hand through hair, soft chimes in the wind. maybe this is what death is like, unlike all the other times.

"Hey. Hey. Ma there's a strange man here"

Maybe death is a beautiful woman deep in complex, with worry in her eyes.

"Let's get him inside"

Essentially Simon gets isekai into some nice historical village

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🍪Blog update!🍪

Been sick the past few days, so fell behind a bit with reading and writing fics. Currently working on 3 things. Knight könig. Ex bf Simon but John's the main focus lol and a price x reader fic. These are the main things I'm trying to finish but obviously there'll be smaller things in between. My ask box is open to chat or drop any thoughts you have. Have a lovely weekend!

Also, I need to catch up on take me home country road and dog. Trying my best to avoid spoilers 😭

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Virgin!König 🥹

Your first date with your Austrian neighbour…imagine that…

MDNI

König doesn’t think he’s ever been so cripplingly nervous in his entire life. Even before his gruelling jakDo preselection fitness test.

And that was a big fucking deal to him.

With shaking hands, he double checks the email confirmation of the table he’s booked for your date. Everything has been planned to perfection, with rigorous preparation.

Women like organised men. That’s what his Oma always told him, when she reprimanded him sharply as a teenager for his messy room.

He’s gone for cream coloured roses this time, their soft velvet petals, sitting prettily against the thorny green stems.

They look almost bridal, the florist gave him an appraising look when he picked them out, asking what the occasion was.

König tries not to keep checking the time, he knows it moves slower when you watch it. But the intense butterflies in his stomach just won’t settle down.

This isn’t his first date, but he’s praying if it goes well, you might give him a second. He’s never made it that far before, all of his previous set ups falling flat because he couldn’t handle the pressure.

When he’s in the field, stress is something he thrives under, able to issue commands with seamless authority. Thinking on his feet and reacting accordingly.

But when it comes to romance, he just falls apart. It’s so pathetic, he hates himself for it. The way his voice refuses to cooperate, either stuttering out completely or transforming into a high toned stream of consciousness.

He’s going mask free tonight. It didn’t look right with the date outfit he painstakingly picked out. Another thing to be nervous over.

“Hey, I’ll be one minute.”

You’re still getting ready when he knocks lightly on the door for you. Even the rap of his knuckles on the wood is timid.

König stands there awkwardly.

“You can come in you know.” It’s a struggle not to laugh at how relieved he looks.

Silently, he trails around your apartment after you, watching as you change your earrings and put on shoes.

“You look smart.”

König flushes intensely, even the broad tops of his hands go tomato coloured. But your compliment gives him a small boost of confidence. Anything that isn’t hostile is like a charge to his withered social battery.

“And you have a cute ass Schatz.”

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, the surprise playing out in his baby blues. But you just giggle, placing his roses in a vase.

“Ta! Ready then?” You take his arm, a simple gesture, it has König blushing even harder as your body brushes against him, head barely reaching his shoulder.

It is, without a doubt, the strangest date you’ve ever been on. König barely talks, every word you pry from him is monosyllabic, causing his face to turn beetroot with embarrassment.

But he does stare, shiftily gazing at you with ill disguised hunger. Watching you eat your breadsticks so ravenously, no doubt is left in your mind that he’s imagining your lips around his cock.

If you didn’t know about the weapon concealed within his slacks, you might have launched yourself onto one of those fancy steak knives laid out on the table.

There is a certain endearing quality to him though. A shyness that makes you wonder what’s going on under the surface. You know what they say after all. Quiet in the streets, freak in the sheets.

Eventually, you strike gold with a topic that makes him talk. His job. But then he won’t stop, animatedly describing the best way to breach a building until you glaze over.

“I’m boring you.” His voice has trailed off into a mutter, while his hands twist a napkin into shreds.

“No it’s okay! I’m just glad you’re talking!”

König looks directly into your eyes for the first time all night.

“I find it difficult. Talking.” For once he doesn’t stammer, pleased with the way your leg is rubbing his under the table.

“Talking in general? Or talking to me?”

That flush is creeping it’s way up his collar again, as his heavy sapphire gaze drops back to his empty plate.

“Both. But especially to you.”

Just the small movement of your toe against his calf makes him groan internally. König bites his lip, causing the scars on his face to whiten in the candle light, waxy on his rosey cheeks.

“Can I ask you something?” You’re feeling mellow, relaxed by the wine and good food. König’s definitely showing off tonight. He’s booked the most expensive restaurant in town.

He nods, adam’s apple bobbing with suppressed trepidation. What if you ask him about his dating history? What is he going to tell you! You’ll turn and run if he lets slip he’s never had a girlfriend before, let alone a second date.

“Why’d you join the forces? Doesn’t seem like something you would be up for, killing people.”

It catches him off guard. He pauses, thinking until a tiny frown appears on his forehead, creasing the skin.

“I realised I was good at fighting and I wanted to get paid for it.”

The simplest possible explanation, but you wouldn’t expect anything less. The man left a dick pic on your doorstep, wooing doesn’t get more direct than that.

Back outside the door to your apartment, König lingers nervously, looking at his own feet. One small brush against your hand, is pretty much the only flirtatious physical contact you’ve had all night, apart from your game of footsie.

You watch him with vague humour.

“Are you coming in then?”

His azure gaze snaps up to your face so quickly, it almost makes you dizzy.

König is panicking, his clumsy fingers fumbling with his keys in the pocket of his smart trousers. On the one hand he really wants to follow you indoors. But he’s so worked up, he’ll probably cum in his briefs the minute anything faintly sexual happens.

You’re looking at him, a small smile curling across those perfect lips.

“Not tonight I… um… have an early appointment tomorrow.”

Fuck you look disappointed. He’s kicking himself for it. But he needs to psych his courage up, think about what to say to you when the question of his absurd ineptitude in the bedroom becomes unavoidable.

In an entirely desperate move, driven partially by longing mixed with a sense of dread that he might lose someone he likes so much, König launches himself at you.

In an instant you’re pinned against the wall, pressed so tightly against his face that it’s suffocating.

His lips meet yours.

It’s not horrendous, there’s a puppyish urgency to his kiss. But it’s forceful and wet, he’s going to knock your front teeth out in a minute.

With some difficulty, you push him off. König is panting, wild eyed and crimson with shame.

“Easy tiger!” You massage your throbbing bottom lip.

He looks like he wants to bolt, making a shuffling move backwards. So you grab one broad wrist in your hand. You can barely get a grip on it, feeling him tense as the tendons bulge at your touch.

“Come here. Kiss me again but be gentle.”

König can’t talk, fully looking like he might burst into tears. Or flames. He’s hotter than an inferno right now.

Reaching up, you tug his lips down to your own again.

The second kiss is better, still a bit feral, but he’s obviously trying to resist eating you alive. König’s wide palms move to your waist, running up and down the fabric on your body with reverence, like he’s never touched someone before.

When you slip your tongue into his mouth, he shudders, gripping your hips so hard it almost hurts.

“You better get ready for that appointment.” You tell him smugly, while he puffs into your neck and tries to regain his composure.

“Huh?” He looks utterly gormless, voice squeaky.

A small snort escapes you. Gradually König comes back down to earth, watching you let yourself into your apartment.

“Oh and in answer to your question, I have touched myself to your photo. More than once. Night big boy, let’s do this again.”

The door shuts, after you blow him a kiss.

Stiffly, mainly due to his raging hard on, König heads back to his own apartment.

He makes himself cum three times that night, almost hands free, just imagining you kissing him all over.

Will we give König that second date?! Hopefully he learns to kiss between now and then…guaranteed he’s going to be practicing on the back of his own hand. I want to yeet this fic out of the window at the thought of that.

Tags: @mudisgranapat @spxctorsslxt

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könig’s texts are probably so dry... like literal caveman speak. you send him pictures of random things that happen during your day while he’s deployed just to keep him updated and get no more than 5 words in response. and sometimes it has nothing to do with the point of the picture. sending him a cute cat you see on a walk and he’s like “That location looks unfamiliar.” or showing him your new shirt and being met with “Take it off.” not to mention the way his adhd will have him leaving your texts on read for hours before he actually replies because he types a response and forgets to send it.

he’s so annoying.. at some point you start to think he doesn’t appreciate the mini day in the lifes you send him and as hard as it is, you try to go a full day without doing it… just for him to call you panicking before evening hits thinking you’re dead, urging you never to do that again. you tell him he needs to step his texting game up then… (he won’t)

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The (Scottish) Cabin in the Woods

Chapter 4

Consequences don't just fall to the perpetrators. You learn a new name.

Phew! I was sweating over this one, I hope you all enjoy it. One more chapter to go before this story is wrapped up. All my love, appreciation, gratitude, and smooches to my two lovely betas, Soleil and SentientCave.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49842430/chapters/139337776

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had a thought zoom into my brain and thought I'd send it before it flies back out

One piece AU: Marine König with a Kraken Mythical Zoan devil fruit

UM YES! This is a bunch of rambles off the top of my head so forgive me if it's all over the place. ( can totally see him being a warlord, out of control but the marines need him) I am open to more cod x one piece crossovers or any fandom really

How awkward a fruit that's clearly meant for the water, if we want to add some extra angst going with his cannon story, we can make him half or part fishman so he gets bullied a lot. Maybe he gets the fruit later and is able to come into his fish man identity more.

I can see him being a marine just for the fact that it's less trouble, doesn't have to worry about being chased. Or maybe he grew up seeing a cool admiral and wanted to be just like them! But the higher up you go in the marine the worse the corruption gets, he's no longer the bright eyed chore boy at 17 now a vice admiral who doesn't care to get to the next rank he's content here making enough change. He also likes the ages of pirates cause it brings him about a challenge he's never had this much fun before. The type to let a pirate gey away if they gave him an entertaining fight. Hates leaving a fight disappointed that was waste.

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König who some how picks up a girl at a anime con. A simple 'I like your cosplay' turned into a info dump session and him waking up to her in his bed. He honestly not sure how he did it.

The best thing about anime conventions is that is can be possibly filled with attractive people with the most atrociously weird and insane personalities. Konig scores himself a few weird airsoft-obsessed chicks, but quickly dipped away when they started asking political questions. He almost got with another set of very pretty girls until he suddenly found out they were both severely underaged, male, and not into him - so he left them in his corner, not even sure what he was doing there. He doesn't like asking for pictures even if people are pretty - mostly because he would just look like an intimidating creep, which he kinda is... Somehow, he still manages to greet you when he first saw you. You're a cute, adorable creature in your cosplay - and it's from a fandom that he knows about. Maybe it's some kinda obscure character, so not a lot of people actually recognize you...yet, he manages to start the conversation which leads to info dumping from both sides - to his surprise, really, because he never saw anyone so pretty and so invested in weird and obscure topics...don't be surprised when one thing leads to another and he suddenly gets into your apartment, carefully taking off all the little straps of your costume. He is weirdly careful with you - and it's hilarious because you're still in the wig, your makeup is still on and yet he kisses you all the same, barely getting his pants down so he can rut into your thigh like a desperate dog. You tried to engage in a bit of a roleplay since he is cosplaying(you think he is, at least) some obscure military character...but guy is straight as a log - he just stares at you vacantly and gets hard when you call him captain. He corrects you quietly - that you should really call him colonel if anything, and then he finally pounds into you. Needless to say, Konig did score a baddie by being vaguely autistic and just a little bit hot.

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KECHI BANGING ON UR FUCKING DOOR (with love and adoration) OVER EROTICA AUTHOR SIMON. I’VE PASSED AWAY….thank you for the treat I am admittedly in a frenzy. Looking forward to any additional thoughts you may have in the future (if any) <3

thank you so much ! i do have a couple! but for now..

i distinctly remember @goodday-goodmorn in the tags of the og post suggesting he would make you tell him why you like his books, what parts, what lines, while he touches you, while he slides a calloused finger against the inside of your thigh, keeping you pinned to the shitty carpet below with his knees like a struggling insect under scrutiny from an clinically detached academic with single-minded intent. Rubbing the hood of your clit and 'hming' every once in a while in response to your shuddering, shaking monologue.

Swallowing is an effort, breathing is worse. Your lungs burn and his assistant is answering calls in the hallway just outside. He pinches you every time you stop, between rough thumb and writer's callus. You think he might have called you a pervert. "What scene?" He asks, when you choke out a title, one of his older works, when he was published independently.

"When he kisses her, in the lighthouse." And L.T. Spectre pauses, the tiny, light strands of the hair comprising his brow furrow, and his already downturned mouth frowns harder.

He doesn't write kissing much anymore. 

"Drivel." He mutters. And pushes three fingers into you all at once.

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talking shop!

how do u plot out ur fics? Like do u storyboard them or write it all out at once?

Hello! Thank you for the ask. Talking shop here

It's a bit of both. An idea comes to me, and I usually just write it all at once, I find that better for me, and then later, I can fill out more and edit it later. Sometimes, though, when I'm rushing and don't want the idea to leave my head or don't know how to write it, I'll make a few notes

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Talk Shop Tuesday

Talk Shop Tuesday: the day of the week where you send fan creators (fic writers, fan artists, anyone that creates things for your fandom) questions about what they do! It can be fic-specific or general but either way: send them a question talking "shop" about the things they create! You never know what you might learn!

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I need to be sat on könig lap while he holds him warm hands against my tummy 😖