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yourlilawyo · 1 year

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Tattoos

Konig x reader

this is long as shit, buckle in baby ;)

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, fem anatomy, smut, drinking, dom!Konig, Sub!reader, teasing, use of pet names, praise, slight degration(barely though, i’m a slut for praise), oral fem receiving, possession kink, breeding kink, overstimulization, lots of dirty talk, talk of tattoos, size kink, bulge kink, aftercare

a/n: This is my first piece so cut me some slack :’) also the german phrases are from a translation website so please don’t come for me LOL

Storyline: Your best friend has finally come back from a mission and an opportunity comes up to hang out. You two decide to go to your favorite club with a couple of her task force friends. To your surprise things take an unexpected turn when you meet a man named Konig and you two talk alittle and leave each other be after. But as your friend leaves with another guy after , and most of the others did as well, you realize you two are left alone. He asks if you want to stay at his place figuring your friend wouldn’t want to be bothered and you had no ride home due to living a good 2 hours away.. You agree and go, but things start to get out of hand after a couple more drinks.

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Your feet hurt from dancing and you decided it was time to get another drink. You walk to the bartender and ask for a drink over the loud music and feel a light tap on your shoulder that slides it’s way down to your lower back. You turn around and smile, your eyes meeting your best friend whose leaning in to talk to you, while a guy behind her playfully grabs her waist and downs a shot.

“Hey what’s up?”, you shout over the music. Grabbing your drink the bartender sat down next to you and taking a sip, slowly swaying to the music in the dim lit club.

“I’m gonna head out.”, she yelled over the music. She lifted her hands to signal the guy hugging her waist.

“Are you gonna be ok with König?”, she asks. You stop swaying and tilt your head in confusion.

“Just me and König? Where’s everyone else?”, you look over to see König sitting at a two seat table by himself with a drink in his hand, eyeing the both of you. You look back at your friend whose now standing up straight, while the guy she entertains slowly kisses up and down her neck.

“They left because they have to do somethings in the morning.”, she rolled her eyes. You found it kind of rude to just up and leave without saying goodbye to everyone but you pushed it to the side. You nod an shrug.

“ You sure? ‘Cuz I’m probably gonna stay the night as his house”, she signals to the needy guy on her, raising her eyebrows up and down causing you to giggle.

“Yeah! It’s all cool.”, you say looking back over at König.

“Have fun!”, you shout waving at her as she leads the guy out of the club, while waving back at you.

“I’ll call you later!” she mouths and with that, she’s gone.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. The smiling leaving your lips. “How the hell am I supposed to get home?”

Trying to figure out an answer to that question you decide to worry about it later and focus on going over to König. Taking a deep breath you slowly make your way over to him, hips swaying, your dress riding up alittle, and keeping your eyes on him.

Even though you had talked before and considering how respectful he was, the way he watched the crowd of dancers in front of him with a low hanging mask and full body gear on, he looked terrifying. Plus why didn’t he change into something more comfortable?

You wonder if he keeps it on all the time and why. He looked like he was planning an assassination on someone in the crowd . You watched as his head was slightly down and his eyes pierced through the drunken crowd. He looked as if he was ready to kill someone.

Your thoughts raced about how terrifying he looked and what he could do. That was until you got close enough to see his fingers picking at each other and his knees jumping up and down barely.

“Is he nervous?” You ask yourself, a smile slowly forming on your lips.

“How could someone so big be nervous?”, you giggle slightly. If he wanted to he could fuck up anyone here in an instant without even trying. You reach the table and smile as his eyes meet yours.

“Hey!”, you say sitting down on the cold stool. A shiver runs up your back from the sudden chillness, and you look down to adjust your dress. After pulling it down slightly you look back up to meet his eyes. He quickly looks away, his leg bouncing even faster.

“Hey.”, he says lowly, his accent slipping a little, he then clears his throat. It’s clear you caught him off guard a little by the way he seems like he doesn’t know how to react, his hands now in fists on his thigh.

You turn to face him better and scoot to the edge of your seat to hear him better.

“You ok?”, you ask, “You look really nervous.” He raises his eyebrows and sits up better, relaxing his elbow on the table, now acting calmly as if nothing happened.

“Oh, of course, just a bit tired, you know? These boots are killing my feet.”, he says chuckling, looking down at his boots.

You laugh, “I felt that, these heels are killing me. Honestly I’m ready to head home.”, you say, bringing your elbows to rest closely to each other on the cold countertop, holding your head with your hands. Looking down you notice his leg suddenly stop bouncing and you look up at him. He’s not looking at your eyes though. You follow his gaze and notice your breast pressing together making your cleavage 10 times more noticeable, You blush and bring your arms to rest back down on your legs. You look up to notice König staring at you but quickly looking away as your eyes meet his. He clears his throat suddenly.

” Um, well I heard that it was a 2 hour drive from your place, so would you like to stay at mine for the night?”, he pauses , “I have a spare room you could stay in.” He says shyly. You look up and smile.

“That’s really sweet of you König, but I don't want to be a burden.”, you reply, scratching the back of your neck.

“It’s no burden, just helping a friend of a friend,” he chuckles meeting your eyes again, “Plus it’s dangerous getting an uber at this time. I don’t even think they would drive that far either.” he laughs, trying to brighten the mood. You think for a second before answering.

“ Well, ok. I guess. If it doesn’t bother you.”, a giddy smile forming on your face, ”Thank you.”

“ Yeah, of course.”, he says standing up signaling for you too as well. You pull yourself up stepping next to him trying not to slip in your heels.

“ Holy shit,”, you whisper, looking up. He was huge. He definitely looked huge when he sat but god damn, you didn’t expect him to be that large. Your face met the middle of his vest, and looking up he had to be at least almost two feet taller. That’s a big bitch, you thought.

He looked down at you and you heart stopped as he leaned down next to your ear.

“ You ready?”, he said lowly, his accent more prominent. You looked down quickly blushing, feeling yourself get hot. You nodded and started walking towards the exit. You stop suddenly feeling your wrist being pulled softly. You stop and look up to see Konig holding your wrist. His hand completely engulfing it in his grasp. Looking back down his hand was large and veiny, his nails well kept and his fingers soft. You couldn’t help but blush.

You looked up at him and he pointed towards the other exit. You nodded and followed him out the building and to his car getting in. Sinful thoughts circled your mind as you watched out the window, both of you silent. Thank god he only lived 10 minutes away. The car was started to get hotter with every passing moment and you thought you’d die of embarrassment. Praying to god he didn’t notice how much his build flustered you. He then pulled into a small house’s driveway, which was fairly nice with tiny outdoor lamps to light up the cement. The house cute and cozy looking with a modern twist.

“Here we are.” he says, breaking the silence. You nod, avoiding eye contact, trying to calm yourself down.

Both of you exit the car and you follow behind him to the door. As he unlocks the door you can’t help but sneak another look at his hands, blushing. He finally open the door, signaling you in first.

“Thank you,” you say smiling. He nods closing the door behind you both.

You take in your surroundings as you walk in smiling at how nice and well kept it was. The house is small with a nice kitchen that connects into the living room and a couple rooms down a small hallway.

“ This is nice,”, you say admiring the house’s coziness. He looks at you and sets his keys down on the kitchen island next to a small pile of mail.

“ Danke,” , he says nodding. Surprised by the foreign word, you wondered what language it was. Looking to get comfortable you spotted some island stools. You lowered your self onto one fiddling with your fingers.

“So,” you mumble, trying to break the awkwardness. “Where are you from?” you say, titling your head curiously. You watch his eyes flutter as he processes what you asked.

“Well, I’m Austrian if that answers your question,”, he says dryly, undoing the straps of his vest. He slips it off and you freeze at the sight of his build. He has large shoulders and a slim waist, with a muscular build down his arms and chest. Blushing you admire the small glimpse of him through his semi-tight shirt.

Turning around to set his vest on the counter he catches you looking and you avert your eyes quickly to your hands, nodding.

“That’s really cool,” you say, squeezing your thighs together to stop the hotness spreading across your body as you feel his eyes on you. A couple seconds pass of awkward silence and he finally clears his throat.

“Um, would you like a drink?”, he asks grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard and a wine bottle from his fridge. You look up at him, staring at his muscles as he pours himself one.

You swallow, trying to fix your dry throat, “ Yeah, that would be nice.” waiting a couple seconds for him to finish pouring.

“Thank you,” , you say, gently taking the glass from him as he slides it over the marble top. He nods and lifts his mask slightly, taking a sip of the blood red wine, just enough to see his sharp jawline, making you squeeze your thighs tighter. You take as sip to distract yourself, looking down, swallowing the tart wine. He sets his glass on the counter and looks at your forearm where your tattoo sits.

“I like your tattoo,” , he says before taking another sip.

“Oh, thank you, I actually got it not too long ago,” , you beam, smiling up at him.

He nods again and rest his arms on the countertop, still standing, revealing a small glimpse of what’s under his shirt.

“Do you have anymore?”, he asks. You take a few seconds to process what he said as you can feel the wine mix with the several drinks you had at the club, slowly feeling the kick. Your head feeling a little heavier and your breathing getting deeper.

You smile widely at the question, and sit up suddenly, startling him a bit.

“Mhm!”, you say enthusiastically, You pull up your dress a tad and he looks away, but you continue, showing another small tattoo,

“I have this one! And I have one on my ankle. Oh! And a spine tattoo!”, you slur slightly and beam him a smile.

“Do you have any?”, you ask, taking another sip.

“Nein, I would love to get one though.”. he said chuckling at your excitedness, “ So a spine tattoo, ja?”

You smile and nod.

“ I could show you if you’d like.”, you announce boldly. Heat starting to rush over you again, you looked deep into his eyes watching his reaction. His eyes widened and he turned to take another drink, nervousness creeping throughout him.

“Would you like to see?”, your voice lowers a notch and you begin to talk slower, arching your back slightly to show the curve of your ass. Feeling bolder as the alcohol rushes throughout your body.

He clears his throat, starting to return the energy.

“Sure,”, he says lowly looking you up and down.

You smile and slide off the stool. You slip your heels off and walk to him, standing directly in front of him. His eyes grow wide as he turns to face you leaning his hip on the counter and crossing his arms. You slowly turn around, your back facing him, tilt your head to the side and reach for the zipper of your dress. Taking a deep breath you start to feel hot, questioning why your going through with this.

You unzip your zipper slightly, not able to reach the rest. He stares attentively, watching as you slowly expose your back, your tattoo showing ever so slightly.

“Can you unzip the rest.”, you ask softly, “I can’t reach.”, you say making your voice a pitch higher and softer. He’s taken aback by the request and clears his throat.

“Um, oh, ja.”, He wipes his hands on his pants to stop them from sweating and takes a step towards you. You can feel him behind you, and you grow nervous. He slowly raises his hands and moves your hair out of the way. You let out a deep breath, waiting for him to unzip your dress, while holding the top of it to ensure it doesn’t fall. He takes a long breath and takes the zipper in his hand, admiring the way your shoulders are so tiny compared to his. He swallows before slowly unzipping the rest of your dress. He watches as your back becomes more exposed along with your tattoo, redness moving across his face. His eyes lower and he can’t help but focus on the dip between your back and your ass.

He takes a deep breath, not thinking clearly anymore. Trying to pull his thoughts together he takes another breath.

“I’ve never seen anything like it before, it’s gorgeous,” , his voice becomes deeper and slower, his words becoming hypnotizing.

“Thank you,” , you say in a whisper. His breathing becomes heavy, thoughts racing. You start to feel his fingers lightly graze your tattoo and you freeze.

“Your so pretty,” You hear him say, his voice barely below a whisper. You let out a deep shaky breath. Your on fire, you want him to touch you more. You let out another breath and press your back into his hand more. The corner of his mouth upturns slightly under his mask, enjoying your reaction. He keeps slowly tracing his fingers over the tattoo his eyes look almost transfixed, the feeling overpowering him as if he’s in a trance. His hearts racing and his cheeks are red as he feels himself grow hard. He feels you tense, and a wave of confidence washes over him. He wants more of you, he needs it.

He slowly snakes his hand down to grip your hip softly and leans down.

“Is this ok with you?”, He whispers. You tense more as every thought in your mind vanishes. You turn you head to look up at him, now eye level. You try and find any rational thought to stop yourself, but you can’t. Looking up at him you nod, your breaths getting heavier. He pulls off the helmet part of his mask, placing it on the counter, never looking away from you. Shaggy brunette hair is revealed slightly through the hole at the top of his mask, his eyes glare into yours as you admire him.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asks quietly. The anticipation killing him.

You nod eagerly starting to lift up the hem of his mask. He pulls off the rest of his mask, and your breath is caught in your throat. He’s extremely handsome, with a sharp angled nose and plump lips, his blue eyes with thick eyelashes staring into yours. You crash your lips into his harshly, holding back a moan. He grips your hips and pulls you in tighter, hungrily kissing you back. You give in and moan into the kiss as he bites your lip softly, your hands flying into his hair and pulling him closer, your kisses growing more intense. He lets out a low moan and slips his hands under you and picks you up.

“Fuck,” , he moans and turns to set you on the counter. He crashes into your lips again, gripping your hips and grinding into you. You let out an airy moan into the kiss, letting your dress fall revealing your breast. He looks down, eyes widening. He pulls his lips away, picking you up and taking you to what you assume is the bedroom. He gives the door a slight kick to close it after entering.

He struggles to kick off his boots while holding you, making you giggle at how desperate he is. He finally gets them off and sets you on the bed softly and pushes you to lay on your back. Trailing down he starts to kiss and bite your neck, letting his hand glide up your inner thigh. You arch your back, digging the back of your head into the pillow, pressing yourself onto his hand, your panties soaked. He rests on his hand beside your head and sits up, smiling at your reaction. He dives back into your neck trailing lower and lower until he reaches your breast.

He flicks your nipple with his tongue and gives it a soft bite making you whimper. His hand glides up to your panties and feels how wet you are through them. He moans softly, tracing his fingers up and down your clothed slit causing another moan to slip from your mouth.

He chuckles, “Mhmm,” he moans biting his lip and smiling at your reaction.

“Mmm, does that feel good?”, he purrs in a low, raspy tone, slowly circling your clit with his index finger. You nod eagerly, and let out another moan lightly gripping the bedsheets. He shakes his head, signaling that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He chuckles giving your stomach a light kiss, smiling at your adorable moans.

“Use you words.”, he purrs, biting your nipple softly.

You gasp quietly, “Fuck,” , you moan grinding on his hand, “ It feels so good.”

“There we go, good girl.” he smiles giddily at your response continuing to tease through your panties.

“Please don’t stop,” , you whine, pressing yourself down onto him even more.

“I wont pretty girl, I promise,” he moans, slowly kissing down your stomach to your thighs, you shiver and moan in response, making him moan as well. He fully pulls off your dress and moans at the sight of you.

“So pretty,” he mumbles,” You’re so fucking pretty.”

You blush at his words and your breath hitches as you feel him blow on your clothed heat, moaning softly.

“König please,”, you whine, “ No more teasing.” You furrow your eyebrows throwing your head back at the slight stimulation. He mocks your moan, chuckling.

“Hmm, yeah baby?” He kisses you through your panties.

“How bad do you want it, liebling? Hmm? Tell me.” You moan at the pet names, blushing and covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head chuckling, moving back up to see your face, circling your clit once more with his index finger, getting another moan out of you. He grabs your hands and moves them out of the way to see your face.

“Don’t hide angel ,” he says teasingly, “Look me in the eyes and tell me how bad you want it. How bad do you want me to touch you?” he coos.

You nervously look him in the eyes, moaning as the pace of his fingers speeds up, “So bad König, please.”

“Yeah? Is that so?” You nod eagerly at his words. “ Alright, liebling,” he says moving down and putting his arms under your legs. He pulls you towards him at the edge of the bed. You gasp as he takes off your panties and takes a long drag of his tongue along your wet slit. He moans, inserting his finger into your wetness.

” Fuck, you’re so wet for me, does it feel good?”, nodding you moan loudly as his finger curls inside of you. His jaw drops slightly in awe of your reaction, watching you intensely through seductive eyes.

“God your driving me crazy”, He pulls you down harshly and instantly starts licking and sucking your clit as his finger curls rapidly inside you. You moan loudly and can feel yourself getting closer as he continues.

“Fuck Konig!”, You arch you back and drop your hands into his hair pulling at it making him moan, “I’m so close!” You feel yourself about to cum and your hands grip the bedsheets.

“There you go baby, come for me.”, He rubs your clit in circles with his thumb and he fingers you, harshly biting the inside of your thigh causing you to let out a sob at the pain. You arch your back and moan loudly as he drives you to cum, your legs shaking.

“Mmmm, good girl, good fucking girl,” he moans, kissing back up your stomach. He suddenly stands up watching you through hooded eyes. He quickly takes off his shirt and undoes his belt, taking off his pants and boxers to show his erection. He leans down grabbing your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed to pick you up. He turns around sitting on the edge with you straddling him.

“Come on schatz, it’s your turn to please me.” , He says looking down at you teasingly. You look down at how big he is and look back up at him with a face of disbelief.

“König...there is no way that’s fitting inside me.” You laugh nervously.He chuckles and lifts your hips, making you gasp.

“Too bad.” He says lining himself up to your entrance, “Your going to take it anyway.” He lowers you onto him making you gasp and moan loudly as he fills you completely, stretching you out.

He curses, digging his head into your shoulder.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight.” He says, his eyes fluttering and breath hitching, letting out a whimper. He moans into your shoulder loudly as you near taking him whole. You moan, head thrown back as your eyes grow teary. You let out a sob as you feel him finally stop, his tip pushing harshly at your cervix. His breathing is shallow and you both sit for 10 seconds before you’re both ready to move. He looks down to see a bulge from your lower stomach. He smiles and flips the both of you. Your back now against the bed.

“Ready?”, he asks. You nod and hug his shoulders to prepare yourself. He slowly moves out of you, watching the bulge follow his movements, he smiles even wider.

“Just tell me if I’m being too rough, ok?” You nod, feeling light headed already. He takes a second to adjust his hips, and slams into you making you lose your breath. He groans loudly surprised at his own actions. He continues thrusting into you cursing at how good you feel. You moan so loud that you might as well be screaming, as he pounds into you leaving marks all over your neck and chest, moaning how good you feel around him.

He whimpers, digging his head into your shoulder as his thrusts become harder hitting the same spot over and over making your head reel. You dig your nails into his back, your head light. You look up at him his breath ragged as he thrusts into you and his hair covering his face. He stares at the way your body meets his, his jaw slack in awe, as his eyes roll back ever so often. He averts his gaze to you watching your expressions. Your lips touch softly as you moan into his mouth, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he pounds into you. He smiles into your lips before bringing you into a harsh kiss sucking and biting making it hard to keep up with as you moan in between. He pulls back watching as your eyes roll, smiling and digging his head into your shoulder watching as he disappears in and out of you. His breathing becoming more and more labored as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. He lets out a soft groan his pace quickening as he chases his high.

“ Scheiße ,” , he whines, over and over as he bites into your shoulder making you moan more. “Ich bin so nah dran,” his voice grows more airy as he fucks harder into you.

“ Ich brauche mehr von dir, Liebling,” he whines. He then sits up and flips you over onto your hands and knees, grabbing your hips and thrusting even harder with his head thrown back. “So eng, so, so eng,” he moans, taking another look at your tattoo and leaving harsh kisses up and down it, occasionally biting.

“König, please,” you breath in between your moans, “I can’t take it much longer, it’s too much,” you whine, arching your back, and digging your nails into the bedsheets. Your legs were beginning to shake as you felt your high coming. You allow your chest to fall onto the bed, your back arching even more. You moved your hips to meet his with every thrust chasing your high and causing him to let out a groan slowing down every so often to grind into you before going back to quick thrusts.

“Nur ein bisschen mehr Baby,” he moans, “So eng,” he whimpers.

Your eyes screw shut as you can feel the knot in your stomach coming undone, slightly going light headed. König’s thrusts getting sloppier and heavier, he dips his head into your back moaning. You arch your back even more pushing into him causing him to buck into you harder. He dips his hand between your thighs and rubs your clit sending intense shivers down your body and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out.

“That’s it”, he says softly between moans, “ I want you to cum with me.”

You moan, his words sending shivers once again down your body, it was so hard to imagine that this was the same man that was so anxious before. The same man that could barely hold eye contact with you earlier was making you scream his name. Making your mascara run down your face, making you teary-eyed from all the pleasure he was giving you. You let out a whimper as you could feel yourself on the edge.

“ Scheiße,,,you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear between ragged breaths about to come undone, “All fucking mine. You got that? Only I can make you feel this good, only me,”, his thrust slow and become harder. “Only fucking me.”

You nod eagerly, seconds away from cumming. He took the hint and rubbed your clit faster, sending goosebumps all over your body from the stimulation. You let out a loud whine pushing your hips harder into his moaning loudly. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, mouth wide as your legs shake and your ears start ringing. Your cunt tightens around him painfully drawing out a straggled moan from him his thrust faltering slightly, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he moans pushing his head into your back, squeezing his eyes shut. He presses harshly into you his seed filling you. Both of you moan from the pleasure of him filling you up. He thrust a couple more times, making sure you were fully filled with his cum. Breathing heavy he kisses your back softly where he had bitten you.

“All fucking mine,”, he says softly, in between kisses. He turns you around, admiring the mess he created, smiling softly while tracing your puffy lips with his thumb before giving you a soft kiss. He trails down and softly leaves kisses along your collar bone and makes his way to your mouth again, kissing you softly.

“ You did so good for me, leibling. Such a good girl,” he purrs, laying next to you. You turn to face him and he chuckles at the mess of mascara running down your face. He licks his finger and helps clean the smudges.

“ Such a pretty girl,” he says kissing you softly once again. You feel your heart flutter and you look into his eyes, smiling softly. He pulls you into him by your waist and you cuddle into him tiredly.

“Shower?” He asks. You shake your head too tired to move. He chuckles making a mental note to shower in the morning and wash the sheets. He watches as your eyes flutter shut. Admiring your beauty as he runs circles in your waist pulling you closer into him softly.

Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead he sighs, ”We need to do this more often from now on.”, he says relaxing his tensed muscles, you giggle at the comment and nod.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight schatz.”

a/n: kicking my feet and giggling while rereading this hehehehehe

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thebadboyfanclub · 8 months

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Say It Again (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

Hey y’all, so I wanted to indulge myself into this and hopefully you like it as much as I did.

Charles Leclerc, the man, the myth, the prince of Formula One, and the one that has the spotlight on him not only for his excellent driving skills but also for his baby blue eyes that sparkled like precious jewels, men wish to be him and women would kill to be with him, to grow up with such pressure of having to succeed but also the sweet taste of privilege in your mouth was a combination destined for chaos.

Until she came, his (y/n), a young lady who was on the marketing team for Ferrari, he could still recall the day they met, it was at the Grand Prix in Indonesia, and it was her first time at an event like this as a guest of the company, she was wearing a sundress and her hair was down, the smile of excitement reminded him of his first race in formula one, how her eyes sparkled with curiosity at anything she gazed, how the tattoos decorated her skin and the golden evil eye necklace along with golden earring complimented her.

“Charles this is (y/n), our newest employee”

“Pleasure to meet you”

“Likewise, you have an accent”

A subtle shade of red appeared on her cheeks as her focus shifted from him to the ground and then back up, her lips went into a thin line before the smile came back again, he didn’t mean to insult her, he was just curious.

“English is not my native language”

“It is not mine either, where are you from?”

“Well my father is Italian but my mother is Greek, I was born in Italy, I grew up in France though, my father was in the military so you know, speaking a bunch of different languages was the normal-“

“let’s move on, shall we? I'm sure Charles would like a moment of peace before the race, make Ferrari proud”

The conversation was rudely interrupted by (y/n) 's manager who ushered her away from the driver, Charles was not bothered by her rambling in the slightest, actually, he was fascinated by it, he did not meet a lot of people who could speak to him so casually, yes he could see that most of her talking was from how excited she was but still, it was what made her stand out.

Soon her laughter was heard around the box and her colorful Instagram stories were the reason he would refresh his Instagram feed, he loved observing her, how she always asked her colleague if she wanted coffee and then refused to take money for it.

“I asked you if you wanted it”

Was what (y/n) would always say, (y/n) also had this cute thing of kissing the top of her colleague's head since she was taller, how her two front teeth would semi-appear when she smiled, and how she cracked her knuckles every time she pitched an idea to her boss or how her eyes welled with tears when someone raised their voice at her, yet she kept her voice turn and spoke up for herself.

“I will not allow you to talk to me like this”

She was just, (y/n), she was honest and raw to herself, a rare thing for someone her age.

That is why when they were in Monaco for the weekend race and (y/n) sat next to him on the yacht he wasn’t surprised that she leaned and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Nervous?”

“A bit, I have to make my homeland proud”

“You don’t have to make your homeland proud, you have to make yourself proud, right?”

“I suppose”

“Prince Leclerc, always so… so… sterile”

“Pardon?”

Charles asked as his eyebrows raised from what she had just said, (y/n) 's infectious laugh erupted and her hand went up to cover her mouth as usual.

“je veux dire, tu es toujours aussi tendu, je ne pense pas t'avoir déjà vu te détendre” (I mean, you're always so tense, I don't think I've ever seen you relax)

Her voice was so different in France, Charles guessed because she didn’t have to translate the whole thing in her head or perhaps the champagne was making her a tad bit drowsy.

Charles smirked at her and nodded his head, she was right, Charles sometimes could not even sleep before a race, melatonin had become his best friend when he started driving for Formula One, he had sneaked a bottle of it in his bedroom so his parents wouldn’t see it.

“pouvez-vous me blâmer?” (Can you blame me?)

“No”

It was a simple answer, barely above a whisper, yet when she raised her eyes at him, something in him sparked, in a snap everything went quiet and all he could hear was her shallow breathing, instinctively his hand went up to caress her cheek, her flesh hot against his index finger and (y/n) felt like electricity drew through her body, she could only guess this was the sensation of a deer caught in headlights, needing to pull away but frozen on her spot.

“Belle” (beautiful)

After that word (y/n) lost all composure, leaning in to just let her lips rest on his, waiting to see his reaction which was to of course deepen the contact, and what was once a hesitant and soft kiss went to passionate open-mouthed make out in a blink of an eye, his hand found the back of (y/n)s neck to keep her in place whilst (y/n) gripped on his shirt firmly.

It was only when Charles went down to her neck to leave a trace of butterfly kisses that (y/n) could finally breathe.

“Oh my”

When Charles heard her voice it felt like he was pulled out of a spell, though incredibly aroused suddenly he was pulled out of his dreamland and back to the yacht, a yacht filled with people, her coworkers, other drivers, anyone and everyone could feast upon them with their hues.

(Y/n) felt like she was pushed into a bath filled with ice at the immediate stop of his lips, stripped away from all the endearments her eyebrows furrowed with confusion, her immediate response was to think that he was just teasing so one could imagine her surprise when she leaned in to kiss him and his hand went up to her chest to keep her from coming any closer.

“I don’t understand”

“I must go”

“Charles-“

“I must go, now”

After that incident Charles's demeanor did a complete 180, he could barely look her in the eye, avoiding (y/n) 's presence at all costs by pretending he was busy or there was somewhere he must go, her laugh was now at a distance and he was usually way too far to see the wrinkles on her eyes when she smiled.

They were pretty distant colleagues so their paths didn’t cross all the time, however, they were still under the same label and that meant that they were both invited to the New Year dinner and after-party that Ferrari held, to celebrate the upcoming year.

Charles looked dapper in his suit, the man is a walking doll so no one was surprised, on the contrary, they expected him to show up looking sharp, on the other side (y/n) had knocked it out of the park, she had splurged on the wonderful dress that did wonders for her figure and not only that but the perfume she had on was like you dived head first to a blooming garden, it was hard for Charles to keep his eyes off from her and for the most part he had succeeded, until her manager rose from his seat, lighting tapping his glass and gave an utterly dull speech.

“And on that note, I would like to raise a toast to our wonderful (y/n) and announce that she has decided to not renew her contract with us, we wish her the best at her new company Mercedes, and we gave her solid growth to learn and now I am certain she will make us proud”

Charles's eyes shot up at (y/n) who kept a subtle smirk and nodded in gratitude for the great wishes for her future, it seemed as if she was leaving on mutual and respectful ground which was wonderful for her career though not for Charles.

(Y/n) felt uncomfortable for the whole dinner, a pair of eyes that spewed fire towards her compelled her to shift on her seat, that was until everyone moved to the terrace with the slightest of a breeze and the jazz music along with the breathtaking view.

Charles had been drinking more than he should have as he still looked over (y/n) like a hawk, he was ready to talk to her when once again Carlos beat him to it and approached something Charles wanted first.

“So it is true, you are leaving us”

“You make it sound so dramatic Carlos, it was a good opportunity”

“I bet it is, anyone would do anything to have you on their team”

“I am not so sure about that”

She mumbled, it had been months since the Monaco incident yet it still stung like hell, it was partially the reason she even considered moving to Mercedes, being in another company meant she could avoid her torture that listened to the name of Charles much easier and maybe she could even forget anything ever happened.

“Don’t undermine yourself, it doesn’t suit you”

“And what does mister Sainz?”

“Are you asking for the appropriate answers or are you feeling risky?”

“tu me déçois ma chérie, je n'aurais jamais pensé que tu abandonnerais si facilement, je suppose que tout le monde n'est pas fait pour ça” (you disappoint me my darling, I never thought you would give up so easily, I guess not everyone is cut out for this)

Charles rudely interrupted the pair, (y/n) turned to look at him with an expression that made her annoyance clear as day, her one eyebrow raised and her jaw tightened, how dare he say something like that? Mercedes was one of the most respectable brands out there and he spat on it like he wasn’t racing for Haas not too long ago.

“c'est drôle, je pourrais dire la même chose de toi et je ne me souviens pas t'avoir demandé ton avis, and in English please, it is such bad manner to speak in a language that someone you interrupted can’t understand” (it's funny, I could say the same thing about you and I don't remember asking your opinion)

“It is alright (y/n), Charles is young, he will learn to have some respect one day”

“And you think you deserve that?”

“Charles, you are making a scene”

“I didn’t do anything, I was speaking to you, not to him”

“You once again tried to butt in somewhere you don’t belong”

“And you do?”

“Hey, this is enough, I’m sorry Carlos I’m going to take Charles away from here”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“I didn’t ask you”

(Y/n) grabbed Charles by the wrist and dragged him away from all the prudes and eyes, if they raised their voices just a little bit more they would have ended up on every tabloid there is and that would have been a catastrophe for everyone that was involved.

Charles only smirked in triumph as he was being dragged away by a frustrated (y/n) and shoved into a bathroom before she closed the door behind her, her hand went up to her temple so she could rub circles in hopes that it would soothe the massive headache due to the annoyance this whole incident had caused.

“How stupid can you be? Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like an arrogant piece of shit, what was the meaning of this?”

“I wanted to talk to you”

“So you resided to insulting me?”

“I did not”

“Cut the shit Leclerc”

“I did not! I just… why were you talking to him?”

He sounded more like a spoiled little kid who saw his favorite toy being in the arms of another kid than an actual adult which caused (y/n) to pause as she took one small step back from Charles who had leaned on the sink with his arms on his side supporting him.

“You are so… you left me there that night, ran off like somebody was chasing you and now you dare to act like this? No”

“(Y/n) you don’t-“

“I don’t what? Understand? You are the one that fucking left me there, I looked like a fucking fool in front of everyone, you know how humiliating that was? To walk into my job the next day when everyone looked at me with pity or judgment? No, cause nobody would dare to do that to Prince Charles Leclerc, he can do whatever he wants”

That was when he could finally see past his nose, the veil of ignorance was lifted from his eyes and he could finally stare at the cold truth, he had done it to protect her, shield her reputation from the harm of sleeping with a coworker, he thought he was acting selflessly by refusing to do what he wanted to do the most, touch her.

In the meantime he had managed to make her the butt of the joke, poor little girl got dumped by Charles, he bit his lip wishing that if he bit enough the would turn back time and take it all back.

“Say something”

“I’m sorry”

He responded on impulse, his words were enough to bring tears to her eyes, from the exhaustion of pretending to be fine and not listening to the whispers, from the tough act of not caring about Charles, from the cathartic emotion of the apology, all these mashed together made her little marbles full of water.

“Ma belle dame” (my beautiful lady)

He whispered to her as he reached with his arms to pull her in a hug, (y/n) 's forehead collided with his chest when his hand went up to caress her hair, tears streamed from her eyes and stained his button up in the process, a few small whimpers escaped her lips and her body trampled.

The sensation of guilt was the worst of all for Charles, it overtook his entire body like venom, spreading through his veins rapidly yet he had to be there for her, it was the least he could do after the mess he had created.

“I’m so stupid, I did it to help, to- I didn’t want you to be labeled as anything”

“The minute your lips touched mine all of that was thrown out the window, and honestly I think you made it worse”

“I know, I didn’t mean to do any harm”

“You never do, that’s the problem”

Her hands found his cheeks as she stared into his blue eyes that had captivated her and half of the female population, time froze for them at that moment, his hands gripped her waist tighter as he swallowed the lump in his throat, she was so beautiful even under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom.

“You changed your perfume”

“I did”

“I Haven’t been able to smell your perfume since-“

“Which one was I wearing?”

“It was floral, this one is like you are dripping with caramel”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

“They are probably looking for us”

“Do you want me to leave?”

She whispered, her voice low and erotic, she knew that the answer would be negative, the way his eyes focused on her lips told her everything, her aura was sucking him in forcing him to remain in his spot.

“I missed you”

“Say it again”

“I missed you, mon beau” (it translates to my beautiful but I’ve been told it’s used as a nickname)

“You sound sexier in French”

“I will sound even sexier when I have you naked”

“Is that a promise?”

“More like a statement”

“Cocky aren’t we?”

“embrasse-moi” (kiss me)

“What?”

“You heard me”

“I did, I just want you to say it again”

“embrasse moi, s'il te plait” (kiss me, please)

Charles pleaded, (y/n)s lips curved into a devilish smile before she brushed her lips against his, she was hoping to tease him though she had seemed to forgotten Charles was a formula one driver, his reflexes were too fast for her and swiftly he bit her bottom lip to suck her in.

(y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him as close as humanly possible, the kiss followed the path of the last one, passionate like two people that desperately wished to quench their thirst for one another, his lips traveled down to her neck, his breath was enough to earn moans and grunts as her sensitivity peeked through the roof, Charles had lost track of everything, time and place did not matter and naturally he wanted more, so he lifted her off the ground and on to the bathroom sink, positioning himself between her legs as his hands roamed all over her body.

“Look at you, so eager”

He teased her once her hand went over his aroused manhood over his pants, a little giggle escaped her but she didn’t seem to shy away or stop, her fingers finding the button quite easily and pulling his pants down as fast as possible.

(Y/n) had seemed to make it quite easy for him since the dress was easily pulled up to her waist and her panties ripped apart without even having Charles put all of his strength into it.

His tip grazed over her making (y/n)s head go back and hiss from anticipation.

“(Y/n)?”

A voice called for her after an abrupt knock, her eyes shot open from the shock and so did Charles, time had flown by and naturally people started to look for them.

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you ok? Where’s Charles”

“I’ll be out in a second”

“We can’t find Charles”

“I don’t know where he is”

Charles snickered in a low note at her smooth lie and the result was a smack on the biceps by (y/n) whose blood had gone cold in her veins from the fear.

“Alright”

They both waited for a minute hoping the person had away before they burst into laughter from the close call.

“How much do you think we have?”

“Maybe 10 minutes tops”

“I need only 5”

“I was hoping you would say that”

Requests are open!

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blckbrrybasket · 3 months

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Not so serious Ghoap

NSFW MDNI

Soap with an “Alba gu brath” tattoo along his lower back

It was a stupid tattoo he got when he was younger.

When he fucked people and they asked what it was he came up with something it read as. “Be the change.” “Because I can.” “Soul of lion.” Anything that the person he brought to bed would seemingly like.

His personal worst? “Don’t fret. Live and let live.” Seriously how the fuck would that have fit? It doesn’t even have punctuation!

It didn’t matter though if someone looked it up later. He probably wouldn’t see then again. Most people didn’t bother.

When he sleeps with Ghost for the first time he bends over to mess with his pillow. Soap totally forgot about the tattoo until a scarred knuckle traces over the words. “Scotland forever.” Ghost mutters the words as he translates them.

Soap swore he knew he loved him then.

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Ghost knew the translation because Soap had screamed it once before following it up with a sharp “SCOTLAND FOREVER,” when he was drunk.

But after hearing his Johnny rave about his side of the story? He wouldn’t dare tell him that.

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap mactavish #john mactavish #ghost riley #ghoap #ghoap blurb #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost

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outmakingmoonshine · 3 months

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I wrote this in the tags on this post by @sydcarmyfan pointing out that Carmy has touched all of Syd’s tattoos and they asked me to make a post about it, it's kinda long so I've put it under a cut.

Like the above post mentions the placement of Carmy's hands on Syd's back in 2x03 puts them directly over the broken wishbone, the three of swords tattoos and the anchovies

If the hand placement is deliberate then it specifically places his hands directly over the tattoos that relate to him/their love story the most. The broken wishbone, he’s fulfilling her wish/dream by making her his partner in The Bear and kinda breaking it by being “shitty”, there's something in there about "wishing on a star" too... and the three of swords which the SydCarmy meta writers have written about much better than I can. (And also the anchovies tattoo but I have no idea what that's related to yet, although Carmy does have a fish tattoo so that's how it relates until I know more lol.) This touch on these two specific tattoos happens in a scene which is arguably the start of him breaking her heart and her wish…it's the first time she sees him after he ditched her at Kasama and after he tried to avoid Claire but caved to her hounding him on the phone so whether Syd's aware of Claire yet or not, the wall has already been torn down and the ball's already in motion. It’s also when he starts to ditch working with her on their joint wish/dream, kinda breaking her "wish" of working on it with him.

It's worth noting that the point of a wishbone is to break it so this might not have a negative connotation and could just relate to him being so focused on getting that wish for her while...on the other hand..literally..he’s breaking her heart while trying.

@sydcarmyfan pointed out when Carmy placed his hand on Syd's back in 2x02 he also touched her other two tattoos, which was during a scene/montage when they were both more comfortable and relaxed around each other, being more open about their personal lives, history, family etc, and those other two tattoos seem more related to Syd’s family life/history. The car with mom on the license plate and the c’est pas grave tattoos. So the themes of the tattoos he touched in each scene also relate to the themes of their dynamic within that scene.

The car is obviously about her mum and maybe something to do with driving to Sheridan Road? Idk yet but my theory on the c’est pas grave tattoo (which translates to “it’s not serious/it doesn’t matter/nevermind”) is it relates to whatever reason Syd feels like she needs to hide or ignore her feelings like they “don’t matter” or they’re “not serious” to anyone else but her…or maybe she doesn’t even allow herself to take them seriously and that’s why she just swallows her disappointment and internalizes and suppresses her feelings all the time.

I don’t think Syd’s ever really been emotionally nurtured because the version we see now of Emmanuel as the devoted father telling stories of her mother lovingly doesn’t really add up. If he was that loving devoted father making her smile and laugh so animatedly while she was growing up why is she so emotionally avoidant now? There’s a weird distance in their relationship like she has a huge wall up when she's around him, even more than around when she's around Carmy or Marcus tbh. He obviously knows her better, he raised her so he can see through her and confront her about more things but she still never really lets him in and he never seems willing to push enough. I get the feeling he wasn’t really there for her as a kid and he learnt to be a decent father too late. I also get a vibe from him like he feels kinda guilty about something / has regrets / kinda feels like he failed her. Idk he seems to walk on eggshells around her imo like he's very careful what he says to her and how he words things with her. He definitely feels the distance between them and it bothers him more than it bothers her. You can tell he tries to connect with her, but she’s always the one who’s resistant.

My theory is the distance is because he became an alcoholic after her mom died because he couldn't cope with losing her. Maybe Syd spent most of her childhood feeling neglected and alone, like no one cared about her and what she wanted or needed so she learnt to suppress her emotions and now she just keeps following that pattern because she doesn’t know any different. By the time Emmanuel got sober it was too late, she'd already learned this toxic way to cope with all the feelings of loneliness and rejection. And she's still so wounded by his neglect that she only gives him a surface level relationship now.

She’s also lowkey disrespectful to him in some ways or she just lacks the respect you would expect her character to have for a father who is clearly trying and we know Syd isn’t a disrespectful person. Definitely not to be disrespecting her only living parent and kinda dismissing him the way she does for no reason. So I think there’s something important we don’t know about their dynamic.

I also think this could be why she cut Carmy off from asking about her dad in 2x02 because he already said something like “at least he was there for you” and I don't think she wanted to explain that maybe he actually wasn’t.

There’s a reason that the main point of Emmanuel's only scene and dialogue inside the restaurant in 2x10 was to reveal that he doesn't drink and I don't think it was just to highlight the contrast between him and Donna because it would've made more sense to have donna show up as a drunken mess outside The Bear if they wanted that contrast so badly but she seemed sober when talking to Pete.

(Here's where I insert my headcanon that Emmanuel & Donna have already met at al-anon meetings and he’s been integral in her recovery so far, probably not even realizing they are future in-laws.)

I think Carmy's gonna find out Syd had a very similar childhood to him but she was actually going through it all alone. While he FELT alone she really WAS alone dealing with an alcoholic parent with no siblings to understand or to just share the emotional and psychological burden with and all he's been doing is dumping pressure on her that she didn’t really ask for...but she wont tell him directly that she crumbles under pressure, she tried to tell him a story to let him know she crumbles under pressure with the Sheridan story in 1x05 and again with the pasta/Ragù story in 2x02 but he consistently keeps leaving her alone to fend for herself with a major workload when the whole reason she came to The Beef was to work WITH him and spend time WITH him. That’s what Syd values, that’s what makes her happy. Quality time and food are her love languages, these things are the way to her heart and this anxious white man is bending over backwards trying to make her happy BY AVOIDING HER TO WORK ON HIMSELF SO HE CAN BE ENOUGH TO MAKE HER HAPPY😭😭 He's trying but he's so clueless and Syd won't give him a clue!

#sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #sydcarmy meta

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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i think a 001 x reader where the reader has a bunch of tattoos and lets the kids color them in and hes just sitting back admiring them would be so cute

(your work is literally amazing bro 😭😭😭<3)

Colour Me In

Peter Ballard (001) x Gender Neutral!Reader | FLUFF

AN: thank you for loving my work! this was the sweetest ask and I hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!

Working at Hawkin’s National Laboratory was difficult most days. But some days were just worth all the trouble. The children here were all just a bit older than eight, and they simply adored going to the Rainbow Room. No matter how tired or overworked they were from their training in the mornings, they all rushed to the colourful setup to spend time with all the puzzles and games waiting for them inside. And it broke your heart a little, knowing that this facility would most likely be all they would ever know growing up.

“Excuse me…” 011 gently tapped you on your shoulder, her wide eyes looking up at you. “Colour?”

You were confused for a second…looking at 011, and then to the red marker she had in her hand, cap off, and the felt tip poised above your arm.

“Colour? You want to colour on my arm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and wiggled the pen in her hand for emphasis.

You rolled the white sleeve of your uniform up to your elbow and showed her the dainty tattoos across the inside of your arm. They were thin branches, curling around your wrist up to your elbow, cherry blossoms adorning them and falling off in small little petals. The pink ink had faded and was no more than a dusting of colour now. You hadn’t had time for a touch up with how busy you were.

Without a word, 011 began to brush the pen across the small little flowers, the felt tickling your arm in the process. A few of the other children stopped what they were doing to steal a quick glance at the two of you, curious as ever.

After a while, you had three children crowding around your arm, not even bothering to keep within the lines like 011 did. They made small little squiggles all over your arm, even getting a few small dots of ink onto your pristine white uniform. But you didn’t mind. The children were happy and that was all that mattered. Seeing those little smiles on their faces was all you needed. You could worry about the stains later.

The intercom came on to announce lunch. The children “awww’ed” and set down their pens, obediently getting to their feet and making their way to the dinner hall.

You sighed and picked up the markers they’d left on the floor, a small smile on your face as you looked at the doodles they’d left for you.

“You are such a celebrity here, I must say I am impressed,” Peter said, just a small bit jealous of the attention the children had given to you today. He was usually their favourite.

“Aww, do you want to draw on me too?” you cooed, teasing him and waving a marker in his face.

Without a word, he snatched the purple marker from your grasp and took your hand in his. He drew a small little heart on your hand.

“There,” he said, passing the marker back to you with a grin on his face, those eyes of his shining with pride, “now I don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

It was an understatement to say that you spent the rest of your day staring down at that little heart, a foolishly large grin on your face.

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kiestrokes · 6 months

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Soft Hours: the autumnal special | SFW

The Vibe: a couple of autumn themed excursions.

Idol Casting: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

🗝️Note: a soft hour post means I don’t have to list all the typical shit: i.e. the warnings, the summary, the cross posting to ao3. It is a non-betaed post of just ✨ vibes ✨

🎃Christian Yu Laying on the couch trying to convince him to come settle down with you. He’s making all the snacks but all you want is that tattooed body covering you like a weighted blanket. You have no choice but to accompany him in the kitchen when he busts out the Halloween sugar cookies. “You can’t make those by themselves, they're gross.” Christian scratches his head looking at the box, “I think they’re fine?” You sigh and climb out of the nest you’d burrowed into on the sofa. “Come on, let me show you how the pros make them” he helps you smoosh chocolate chip cookies into the bottom of the pan, followed by a layer of Halloween creme Oreos. He holds the bowl as you scrape the brownie batter into the pan. He laughs when you lick the spatula and grabs your face, fingers slotting either of your ears to kiss this batter from the corners of your mouth. “Mmm, you’re right brown butter does make a difference.” You roll your eyes, but his affection and assistance have already baked about any residual annoyance under the heat of his sunny personality. Christian watches as you top the batter carefully with the ghost sugar cookies. He opens the oven, and you place them inside. “Slutty brownies, ghost face edition coming right up” Christian leans on the counter face lowering to yours “what makes them slutty?” “Because chocolate has to get with every candy on the shelf.” Christian laughs and is still laughing when he tugs your face to his for a more lingering kiss.

🦃Jeong Yunho It's friendsgiving, everyone has eaten their fill and ready to settle in for turkey naps. The Proposal is playing in the background, a sleepy Yunho jerks awake in his upright position near your feet. He eyes your legs before collapsing between them to snuggle up in a comfier position. You laugh and stroke his hair; he drags his cheek happily against your thigh like the golden retriever he is. Another friend covers him with a blanket, and you drift off to sleep together. Dreaming of Betty White and the vocals of Lil John & The East Side Boyz. When you wake Yunho is spread eagle on his back, draped across your body like a human blanket and your friends have taken numerous photos and tagged the two of you in instagram stories and tiktok edits. You laugh watching them, causing Yunho's still sleeping head to bounce on your stomach. He groggily rolls over and watches them with you, with sleep squinted eyes.

🍁Byun Baekhyun You don’t even bother knocking, you know he’s still tucked away in bed. Thats exactly where you find him. You let out a soft laugh, and he cracks one eye open as you place the two maple lattes and pumpkin breads on the nightstand. He lazily watches as you climb onto the bed next to him. Baekhyun reaches for you as soon as you get within distance. He tugs your face to his for a kiss before you have time to brace yourself or climb under the covers. “Good morning.” He mumbles against your lips, and you fumble to join him underneath the covers. Dozing between sips of coffee, bites of toasted bread and of course kisses in the cool autumnal sunrise that's filtering through the curtains.

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morgue-ratt · 1 year

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this does not have a title, I wrote it today and had fun so I decided to share it with you, beloved readers <3

NSFW // 1500+ // Strade x Reader

warnings; blood, noncon, torture, strade, afab

Hase means bunny according to google translate

STRADE would kill you. What was once a far off possibility was coming any day now. He didn’t spend as much time with you, it was almost a blessing but your time with him had taught you how to recognize a dire situation, Strade was losing interest.

“What’s wrong, liebling?” Strade stood before you, his weight on one side and knife in hand. You’d lost track of how long you two had been at this today, when his hands got too soaked in blood, he’d just wipe them clean on your face or hair which was now sticky and crusting to your scalp. Most of it had come from your stomach, he’d tried carving a design into your tummy copied from one of his tattoos but put the idea aside when you started to get too woozy. He’d also at one point decided to sheath his knife in your thigh, halfway to the handle, before pulling it out back out again. Indeed, it had been a long day and you were starting to wish it would end. You shook your head and Strade’s eyes crinkled as he smiled even wider. “It’s so cute how shy you are!”

Your mouth felt impossibly dry. Crying would only spur him on. “Please. No more.” It sounded so... pathetic. Broken. Maybe because you were. Deep inside, where your pride had once been, there was only fear of this man.

“Aw, Hase,” He pet your hair before sliding his palm down to your cheek. He was always warm, every inch of him. You closed your eyes, leaning into his palm without realizing it. You knew from experience how sweet it was to curl up beside him and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat. His voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s not my fault, you’re just so beautiful when you’re bloody and begging.” You shuddered as Strade kissed your forehead. “You understand, I know you do. You’re a smart little thing. I wouldn’t have to do this if you just weren’t so perfect.”

Your tears started falling as Strade turned around, going to take a sip of his drink from the counter behind him. You were outright sobbing by the time he turned back around and stalked back towards you. The knife at his hip gave him an extra bit of saunter as he loomed over you and you cringed in on yourself on the floor, as though you could protect yourself.

“How about I let you decide what game we play, hm? Would that make you feel better?” You couldn’t see his face, covered close in shadows, but the tone in his voice was almost sweet and it made you sick. “We can do anything you like, Hase. Would that maybe get you to smile?”

“No.” You tried to sound tough but the word was eclipsed by your tears. Strade crouched in front of her, the knife catching the light and gleaming. You flinched away on instinct. “No! You sick, fuck, get away from me!”

Strade didn’t even seem bothered, he beamed at him. “I was only trying to be nice,” He was close now, finally close enough to touch you if he so desired and you spit at him. It landed on his cheek and for a moment, he was stunned but a slow grin spread across his face like cut. “Oh, liebling,” His purring voice dripped with unexpected lust. “How filthy.”

“Don’t--”

“What?” Strade grabbed your jaw, pinning your head to the pole behind you. He leaned in so close you could smell the beer on his breath and your expression visibly soured. “I’m not angry. And I said... we’d do anything you wanted.”

Strade rested his hand on your thigh, his other in your hair. He shifted his weight so all of it was resting on the gaping hole he’d left in your leg and you couldn’t hold back your scream. Strade peered down at you with lidded eyes. “Strade, I’m sorry--”

“We’ll play any game you like.” He looked like he wanted to eat you as he crawled further between your legs. You could feel the blood flowing out of your leg again and it came with more pain that just served to make things fuzzy around the edges. Strade plunged two thick fingers into your wound and you cried out suddenly. “Aw,” He drove them in deeper, up to the second hairy knuckle and then further until the heel of his hand was flush against your thigh and you let out a deeply anguished wail. Strade leaned in, his lips against your ear as his stubble scrapped your cheek.”What sweet noises you make for me.”

He started moving his fingers, scissoring them apart as far as he could and you could only groan in protest. You leaned against the pole and closed your eyes for only a second before Strade’s hand jumped from your hair to your throat. Eyes on me. This was for you as much as it was for him, he was putting on a show. “Strade,” Your voice sounded strained and when his honey colored eyes met yours it died completely. Under his gaze, you shifted slightly, expecting what was to come. You’d been here so long you’d basically been trained to associated violence with sex, he’d rewired you to be a dutiful little masochist. Even if you hated him and what he did to you, you were getting hot.

You shifted your hips again, you would’ve rubbed your thighs together if Strade wasn’t positioned in-between them, you were craving friction. He pulled away from you only slightly, enough for you to his near-sinister grin and you realized you hadn’t been as subtle as you thought. “Enjoying yourself?” There was a teasing tone to his voice that made you want to cry. Strade dragged his fingers out of your leg as slowly as possible and you made a noise close to a growl. His blood soaked hand cupped your mound through your thin underwear and chuckled darkly; “My, my Liebling, ready for me already?”

You leaned into his hand, straining against the ropes to do so and met his eyes just as Strade leaned back, out of your limited reach. He moved his hand slightly closer, still barely touching you, teasing you through the fabric with that irritating grin. You knew the look on Strade’s face, the joy that only your discomfort brought. “Please,” you breathed.

“What what that?” He asked, oh so innocently. “I’m sorry, precious one, I just can’t hear you.” The sound you made was undignified and could only be described as a whine. Strade cocked his head, taking his hand back from in between your legs entirely. “Use your words.”

Begging usually got you nothing with Strade aside from more condescension in his voice but your lips parted all the same. “Strade, please.” You met his eyes; he was hanging on your every word. “Touch me more.” You spread your legs a little wider, trying to seem inviting. “I... I want you, Strade.”

You could never tell what was going through his head behind that smile of his. “You want me?” He purred. “Someone is certainly eager.” He slid the knife off his belt and your breath stuttered.

“I... I want you, Strade.” You repeated, eyes fixed on the serrated blade of the hunting knife that you’d become far too intimate with in the past. He slid it between your thigh and the edge of your panties, you went rigid in case he accidentally cut you. That close to your femoral and you’d be dead. But instead of skin, he cut through the fabric, reducing your underwear to shreds and pulling them off your body.

Strade closed the space between you, once again looming over you before gliding his forefinger into your entrance, assisted by the blood still on his hand that hadn’t quite dried and your slick. “Like this?” He asked, adding a second figure before you had chance to answer.

Already you were holding back a moan but when Strade started fingering you with as much enthusiasm as he had with your wound you had no chance of keeping quiet. You clenched around his fingers and cried out as he picked up speed. When the heel of Strade’s hand made contact with your clit you were done for, leaning against the pole behind you and closing your eyes, moaning loudly.

Strade buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in deeply. You felt his teeth as he littered your neck with bites, going down your chest and none to gentle. Neither you nor Strade knew if your cries were from pleasure or pain as he broke the skin of your left breast, blood running down your chest, into Strade’s mouth and staining his hair as he moved down to his carving in your stomach.

Strade pulled his fingers away and you couldn’t help but glare at him. He only gave you that movie star smile that came with his worst ideas. “Greedy,” He chided. He lifted his hand to better see before spreading his fingers apart, the slick that clung to them was slightly pink, stained with your blood. It tasted like blood, when he pushed his fingers past your teeth and onto your soft tongue. You swirled around his digits and his eyes sparked. “Good Hase. I think it’s my turn.” Strade withdrew his hand and stood slowly before he started unbuckling his belt. You nodded and wet your lips. It wasn’t very usual, but if you made him happy he might just make you cum before the night was over.

#frenzy scribbles #strade btd #btd #boyfriend to death #strade x reader

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naavispider · 1 year

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Chapter 30! If you playing me that mean my home aint home

The next raid passed in a blur. While he was physically present, Spider’s mind was distant. He couldn’t focus on anything around him. Because everything was burning. The shelters, the trees, a screaming Na’vi woman’s clothes. Spider watched as a part of his brain told him he could help the woman - he should yell at her to stop, drop and roll. But he just…couldn’t. He couldn’t allow himself to care anymore. It was beginning to break him.

Even the things that weren’t on fire were still burning. Quaritch’s touch, the rough sand under his feet, his muscles from the stun gun.

Everything was on fire.

His relationship with the man wanting to be his father, his life with the Sullys - although that had been left in ashes a long time ago.

It all burned.

“<This man. Here. In this village?>” Quaritch couldn’t help becoming more and more frustrated at the lack of answers. No one seemed to have seen Sully, and if they had, they weren’t saying anything.

Why did people always have to force his hand?

He grabbed Fike’s stun gun and fired at the Olo’eyktan. The man cried out in shock and pain. It didn’t bother Quaritch, he’d do this a hundred times if it meant finding Sully and moving on with Spider. But as he glanced over at the kid he was concerned to see him staring hollow-eyed at the Na’vi on the ground, expressionless and completely unmoving.

Crap , he’d have fun dealing with that later.

For now, focus on the mission. While the Olo’eyktan recovered on the floor, Quaritch turned his attention to the Tsahik. They all looked the same, these clan leaders. The woman before him wore a similar woven jacket to the first Tsahik he’d met, and carried the same expression of terror on her tattooed face.

“<Toruk Makto! Where is he?>” he yelled.

The woman cried out desperately. Quaritch thought he could make out the phrase ‘I don’t know’, which he had become very accustomed to hearing by now.

It boiled his blood. Instinct wanted to shoot her dead. That would get the truth out of someone.

Tactically it was the only way forward.

He looked to Spider for a translation of the rest of the string of words, really hoping he wouldn’t have to resort to another murder. But Spider was just staring at a spot near the Tsahik, and Quaritch could tell the kid wasn’t even listening.

“Spider!” he shouted, jolting the boy back to the present. Something seemed missing in the boy’s eyes as he turned to look at him. His whole face was… vacant. Like his whole spirit had left him. It was wrong . A tiny kindling of fear lit up in Quaritch’s stomach.

He thought for a moment, looking between the pleading clan leaders and the marines combing the rest of the beach. Spider was useless at the moment.

“Get him out of here,” he muttered to Wainfleet, who immediately lowered his gun and steered Spider away from the carnage, towards the ikran.

Without a translator, this became a lot more difficult. Sure, they had translation technology on the tablets, but that was not ideal when dealing with high stakes security operations. He couldn’t rely on the slowness and inaccuracies of the program.

“You find anything?” he asked the squad leader, who was approaching him from searching the shelters.

“Nothing,” the marine responded grimly. “No tech, no comms, no sign of Sully.”

Quaritch took in the unwanted information. Sully wasn’t here. And it looked like the villagers were none the wiser to his whereabouts. Damnit . “Move out!” he called, commanding all units to begin their strategic retreat. Quaritch and Mansk stayed behind with the bound Na’vi as the humans started to return to the waiting picador boats.

“Lyle, take Spider back to the ship,” he spoke into his communicator.

He didn’t lower his gun even as the Na’vi wept on the sand, watching their home burn.

“Copy that,” came the reply.

The Tsahik had turned her attention back to Quaritch. She was spewing out a constant stream of unintelligible Na’vi, though from the look in her eyes Quaritch didn’t need Spider to translate what was being thrown at him.

He ignored her, waiting for the signal that the beach was clear of personnel and they could leave the villagers to it.

“All units clear, Blue One you are go for extract,” came a voice over the communicator. Quaritch glanced at Mansk and the two of them backed away towards the ikran, leaving the third burning village behind them.

The deck slammed when Quaritch jumped down from Cupcake. Even though it had been a while now, his new size and strength still amazed him. Another unsuccessful raid. Not a complete defeat - Quaritch’s resolve hadn’t wavered - but he was starting to get fed up with the slowness of the mission. Ardmore wanted a report by Friday, and Quaritch had to start planning how to word it so that she wouldn’t also grow frustrated. She could pull the operation at any time and torture the intel out of Spider again.

The thought made Quaritch spin around, searching the deck for Spider or Wainfleet.

“Lyle, where you at?” he asked the communicator.

“Top deck, ship’s bow.”

Quaritch made his way towards the front of the ship, passing around the command centre. A boy and an alien came into view.

The boy was sitting on the edge of the ship again, and the alien was kneeling beside him, talking.

Quaritch lengthened his stride.

Wainfleet looked up as he approached, giving Quaritch the kind of look that said plainly: something’s not right.

Quaritch frowned. Shit . He had sensed it on the beach. Spider’s unresponsiveness. His lack of any emotional response to the raid.

He slowly took a seat next to Spider, signalling to Wainfleet that he got this from here.

“Hey kid,” he began tentatively.

Spider didn’t reply. He just stared out at the ocean.

Well this was going to be fun. Quaritch had no idea what to say next.

“You pretty drained, huh?”

Again, nothing.

Quaritch paused, following Spider’s lead and looking out at the waves.

“Spider, you gotta snap out of it,” he said seriously.

Spider didn’t even move his eyes. Quaritch wasn’t sure he could even hear him. Jesus , what had brought this on? And so suddenly?

“I’m worried about you, kid. This… it’s not normal.”

Spider closed his eyes at this, and let out a breath. He barely moved other than that.

“You’ve clearly had enough for one day. Let’s hold the next raid until tomorrow. You can… rest up for the rest of today. Do you want a tablet?”

Quaritch didn’t know why he expected a response. Still, he kept trying. “You could play Centauri, you’ve got two days left to beat Savine!”

Nothing.

“Or you could watch some of Lyle’s cartoons? You liked that this morning.”

Why was he bothering?

“Come on, let’s get you away from the railings.” Quaritch stood up, expecting to have to prize Spider away from the edge, but the boy just followed suit without a word.

Huh.

Quaritch led him to the nearest airlock. Inside the ship would be more comfortable for Spider.

“You probably need to eat something…” he said, remembering the half eaten bowl of porridge from that morning. They passed through the heavy door into the ship, Spider taking his mask off, Quaritch fitting his own.

Spider didn’t say anything.

“Kid, talk to me! If I put food in front of you, are you gonna eat it?”

Spider kept his silence, but a flicker of his personality jumped to life when Quaritch caught sight of the old, familiar, glowering resentment behind his eyes when he glanced at him.

Quaritch led him to the main rec room, which was really more of a walk through. The only features that gave it away as a supposed place for relaxing were a couple of soft benches against the walls, a big gaming screen on one side, and a pool table in the middle. There was also a water station and coffee machine. Eyeing this, Quaritch sat Spider down on one of the benches and made a beeline for the hot drinks. The realisation that he knew nothing about what Spider liked or disliked struck him as he stared at the options on the machine. This was something he should know about his own child.

Sugar. Hot chocolate? Surely every kid likes hot chocolate? He pressed the button and when it was finished pouring, handed it to Spider. Spider looked at the cup, then looked away, refusing to take it. He’d brought his knees up to his chin again.

“Lyle, are you available to come to the rec room, I need you to watch Spider,” Quaritch released his press on the communicator. He didn’t care that the conversation was also being transmitted into Spider’s ear.

“Sure thing boss, on my way.”

When Wainfleet arrived, Quaritch briefed him on the updated plan for the day, to which his right hand man nodded along solemnly, showing no signs of disappointment.

“I’ve got to go and inform Scoresby. You good to watch him?”

“Go,” replied Wainfleet.

As Quaritch left the rec room to find the captain, he wondered if one day’s rest would actually be enough for Spider. Sure, they could delay one village raid, but what if Spider didn’t recover from whatever this was by tomorrow? What if he never did?

That wasn’t worth thinking about. Though he hated to admit it, Spider was the one thing keeping Quaritch grounded. He had no other family, he had no life outside of the RDA at all. If he lost Spider… he didn’t know what he’d do.

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Spider ignored Wainfleet as he sat down on the sofa/bench hybrid next to him. Interior design really wasn't one of the RDA’s strong points. He shivered. Unfortunately, Wainfleet caught this and grabbed a blanket from nearby, throwing it over Spider with an attempt at carelessness. Spider didn’t move. He would be quite happy to just sit and freeze to death, to be honest.

He simply couldn’t do it anymore. He’d run out of steam. It felt like everything that made him, him , had evaporated from his body. It terrified him. Why hadn’t he tried to help that Na’vi woman who was on fire? Why hadn’t he translated the Tsahik’s warning that word of the raids had spread to the other clans? That they were preparing to strike back?

“Take it,” Wainfleet ordered from beside him, holding out the cup that Quaritch had tried to give him earlier. Spider hadn’t the heart to resist.

He took it, keeping his eyes fixed on the large number 4 printed on the metal wall opposite.

“Now drink it,” Wainfleet pressed.

Whatever . He brought the steaming liquid to his lips, expecting the tea that Wainfleet had given him yesterday. He was surprised to find it was hot chocolate. He took a few sips then hugged the cup close, still keeping his eyes trained somewhere far away.

If Wainfleet was surprised to see Spider so compliant now, he didn’t show it. Instead he sat back and pulled out his tablet, resuming watching the cartoon of the cat and the mouse.

Spider felt some semblance of himself return when he started trying to remember the names of the characters - Tom was the cat, he thought, but he couldn’t recall what Egghead had said was the mouse’s name. The sound effects mixed with the bright colours drew his attention.

He leaned infinitesimally closer.

When Quaritch returned, it was to the most unexpected sight he could have imagined. The marine and the stray, watching cartoons together, Spider leaning his head just on Wainfleet’s shoulder, and Wainfleet wearing a soft expression, tinged with barely-there smugness.

#colonel quaritch #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #lyle wainfleet

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msommers · 4 months

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barbarian and ranger for riya & aphrodite

thank you!!! xoxo // d&d character class asks

barbarian: What makes your muse angry? How do they manage their anger? Has their rage ever led them to destroy something important?

RIYA — i imagine only minor, maybe petty things before the real drama in her life began, nothing serious enough to cause any damage. the anger she was expressing over the mage murder last session is probably the angriest she’s ever felt, and that resulted in her own belief that the trust between her and leo had been significantly damaged (though not of her own fault from riya’s pov). who knows maybe we’ll see her furious again soon, that’d be fun and a nice relief for her from the constant sorrow and fear. i don’t think she’d have great anger management, that’d require a good deal more patience than she has within her at this point in time.

APHRODITE — she doesn’t get angry too often, which translates to having terrible control over herself when it becomes too intense…which isn’t hard because she’s such a drama queen. i’m deciding at this moment that her worst outburst would have been over neither of her parents bothering to come home for one of her early teens birthdays, and she would have been so infuriated by their neglect that she would have just snapped. broke a whole hutch full of dishes and glassware by fucking frisbee tossing whatever delivered cake and dinner they threw money at to appease her into the thing and stomped out of the house after a bit more tantruming all over the place lmao. i feel bad for whatever housekeeper had to walk into that place the following morning (maybe you could also count her covering the matching tattoo years down the line after the break-up with her ex?? that was pretty important and probably fueled by anger)

ranger: What is your muse's preferred environment? How good is your muse at fitting in with the world around them? Can they survive on their own, or do they need support?

RIYA — i can’t think of any particular space, rather just the vibe of being around people she’s comfortable being open with. obviously she’d prefer it to be in a fancy room full of plush seats and endless refreshments at hand, but at this point she’ll take whatever she can get when it comes to feeling at ease. she’s really not the best at fitting in with locations that aren’t similar to those she became accustomed to growing up, but she’s trying her best out here. she’s wrinkling her nose in judgement and constantly cleaning her fingernails and begging for a decent bath at each new place the party visits but at least she’s not trying to abandon ship! 100% needs the support, she would have been dead like three times over before the game had started if bastian hadn’t been there to ace the survival skills for the both of them.

APHRODITE — a crowded environment with a good dose of enraptured admiration aimed right at her, be it a party or performance or things along those lines. she feels at ease adapting to plenty of scenes due to how adventurous and active she + her band have been through the years, though that doesn’t keep the outside perspectives looking almost comical at times. it’s kinda ridiculous seeing a girl in a pink outfit easily worth thousands just chilling in a middle-of-nowhere, cheap looking diner, or just strolling down some dingy city alley y’know? she’s comfortable but looks hilariously out of place.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: aphrodite #these were fun i liked these ones a lot #maybe if riya slipped into a barbarian's rage for like 10 minutes and just broke a bunch of shit she'd feel better

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footy-fictionist · 1 year

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Domesticity - Marius Wolf

Pairing: Marius Wolf x female reader

Warnings: full of fluff honestly, google translated German, very very very domestic, hense the title

Word count: 1363

Note: As always, English is not my first language. I thought it was kind of criminal that I can't find much for Marius. I guess I really write most of my fics about the people (bees) that aren't incredibly popular. This is completely fictional. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is fine!

She and Marius had been living together for a few months now. She moved in with him when they were together for six months, not wanting to spend a lot of nights without each other anymore. Of course there were the away games and boys/girls weekends, but those were the exceptions. Their one year anniversary is coming up and she realized that they haven’t deep cleaned the apartment since she moved in. She doubts it was deep cleaned by Marius before. Of course it was tidy and they cleaned the house weekly, but there are parts of the house they don’t really pay attention to.

So now that Marius is away for the game against Stuttgart, she decided it was time for a deep clean. Especially after last week, when Marius was ill and she took care of him. It can’t hurt to deep clean everything to get rid of the germs. So that’s why she’s now cleaning the kitchen, the last part of the house to clean. In the past few days, she started at the attic and worked her way down through the house. Of course she took some breaks and she even watched the game, only to be disappointed when Marius didn’t get any minutes and the game ended in a draw.

Marius comes back home today and she hopes to be done by the time he gets there. The music is loud and she’s completely focussed on cleaning, dancing and singing. Hence why she doesn’t hear the front door open and close or the way bags drop to the floor and him calling her name. When he doesn’t get a response, he decides to follow the music. And there she is, completely focussed on cleaning the countertop, swaying her hips to the music whilst she sings along. She doesn’t like to sing around him because she thinks her singing isn’t good enough, but sometimes, like today, she doesn’t notice he’s there. And he enjoys her voice more than anything.

So he watches and listens, not bothering to announce his arrival. He can’t help but think how beautiful she is. She’s wearing nothing special and yet she is the most beautiful girl in the world to him. When the song changes to a slower song, the pace of her cleaning slows down too. That’s when he decides to let her know he’s there. He comes up behind her slowly and softly, trying not to startle her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She startles a little but she relaxes when she sees the tattoos on his arms. She leans back into his hold and he presses a kiss to her temple.

“Hallo liebling, ich habe dich vermisst."

“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry you didn’t get to play yesterday.”

He just shrugs and pulls her a little closer. She drops the rag she was using and puts her hands over his. They stand there for a while, just swaying to the music that still plays around the kitchen. When the song changes to a more upbeat song, he pulls away from her. Immediately a sound of discontent leaves her mouth, only to turn into a laugh when he turns her around and starts dancing with her. They dance together for a while, he spins her a few times before pulling her closer. She laughs in pure joy, throwing her head back and letting out a full belly laugh. She doesn’t see it, but the way he looks at her can only be described as loving and admiring. He laughs along with her, her joy contagious.

When her laugh stops, he pulls her close to his chest. Her arms wrap around his neck and their foreheads touch. Both of them close their eyes, taking in the moment and each other. They sway a little, but don’t even notice they’re out of beat with the music. All they can focus on is the feeling of holding each other. Without him noticing she sneaks her hand up to his bun. He only notices her hands are there once she starts undoing his bun, he doesn’t do anything to stop her though. She puts the band around her wrist before running her hands through his her. He leans into her a bit more as she plays with his hair. If she catches any knots, he doesn’t notice at all, with how gentle she’s being.

“Ich liebe dich.”

Her whisper is soft and she softly rubs her nose against his before leaning in to capture his lips with hers. The kiss is soft and slow, but shows all the love they feel for each other. Eventually they have to let go because they need to breathe. He reciprocates the phrase and presses a few kisses to her cheek. She smiles as he does so, tangling her fingers in his hair a little more. She pulls back a little to look at him, suggesting that she makes him some food. He agrees, but doesn��t leave her side for a second. She gets the ingredients she needs to make his favourite snack and once they’re all collected, he wraps his arms around her again. His chest against her back, whilst his chin touches her shoulder.

“I deep cleaned the house whilst you were gone.” He pulls away a little to look at the side of her face. She turns her head a little to look at him. “I realized we hadn’t done that since I moved in and after you were ill last week, I thought it was a good time.”

“Why didn’t you ask me liebling, I could have helped you.” She looks at him a little surprised, she didn’t think he’d be up for it. She presses a kiss to his cheek before returning to her task. “Thank you for cleaning the house, but next time let me help you.”

She nods her head at his request. He presses another kiss to her temple as she finishes up with his snack. She puts it on the counter and he takes a seat on one of the stools. As he eats, she makes him a drink and finishes cleaning the last bits of the kitchen. Every once in a while she passes Marius and presses a kiss against his cheek, showing him that she’s missed him and that she’s happy he’s back home. She moves out of the kitchen to put the rags she used in the washing machine and she immediately takes his bags to sort out the dirty laundry for him. He finishes the snack and immediately puts away the dishes before following her to the laundry room.

“You know you don’t have to sort my dirty laundry and football kit right?”

“I know, but I want to. You work very hard for the team, it’s the least I can do since I moved in. I still work too, but not as intensely as you do.”

He smiles at her and as she stands up, she tries to move past him to get to the laundry that needs to be folded. She doesn’t get that far though as he wraps her back up in his arms.

“Marius, let me go. I need to fold that last bit of laundry.”

“Let me do that, you go back to the kitchen and get us some drinks. Then you can look for a movie and once I’m done, we can watch it together.”

She smiles at him gratefully. He presses another kiss to her lips before they part ways. It doesn’t take long before both of them are snuggled up on the couch. Her head is resting right above his heart, the most comfortable place to lay down in her opinion. It’s comforting to listen to his heartbeat and knowing he’s right there with her. His hand is caressing her back and every once in a while he presses kisses to the crown of her head. It’s the way he shows his love for her, pressing kisses to different parts of her face. It’s his way to feel her warmth and where he finds comfort in her presence. Both of them wouldn’t want it any other way.

Hallo liebling, ich habe dich vermisst: hello darling, i've missed you

Ich liebe dich: I love you

Liebling: darling

#marius wolf x reader #marius wolf x female reader #marius wolf imagine #marius wolf one shot #marius wolf fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

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sollucets · 9 months

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for @hoppipolla , two music tags in one shot

🎶Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your (i used my spotify on repeat) playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, and then tag ten people. No skipping!

🎶Rules: When you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag people.

i made a 15-song playlist in that order (e.g. first my on-repeat playlist shuffle and then five curated) containing:

เปลี่ยนคะแนนเป็นแฟนได้ไหม (LOVE SCORE) / sizzy & nanon (this song is so annoying. i love it. tattoo it on my bones)

เบื่อคนขี้เบื่อ (i’m not boring, you’re just bored / tilly birds (only friends mental real estate shutdown)

ghosting / tomorrow by together

WUSYANAME / tyler the creator & youngboy never broke again & ty dolla sign

SoulMate / zico & iu

IF YOU PRAY RIGHT / brockhampton (im on a ‘ginger’ kick again recently. what can i say i love that album)

blue wave / nct dream (continuing tradition of me loving all water-related nct songs. dive into you is my favorite nct song ever. this one is so summery & fun)

へでもねーよ (lasa edit) / fujii kaze (the only english translations i can find have ‘hedemo ne-yo’ as “I DONT GIVE A FART” which is. uh. actually its perfect never change)

bite me / enhypen (i think they maybe shouldve waited to release this one until all their members were older than 18 so i dont feel so weird about it. buuut. its so good. so so good.)

โต๊ะริม (melt) / nont tanont (wayv released a cover of this a bit back, which is why i know it, and its just so nice. harmonies 🥰)

leave me alone / i don’t know how but they found me

FOUR / daisy (spotify recommended me this very nearly at random one day. i am not sure what genre it is. it fucks IMMENSELY please listen to it)

dirty dancer / orion sun

dum dum / jeff satur (i was late to actually listening to this song. i got so inundated with mv gifs that i never even watched it. anyway its really good! shocker)

save your tears / the weeknd (but SPECIFICALLY the fluke gawin & aye sarunchana cover, please put it on spotify somehow im begging u gmmtv)

plus four bonuses also from my on repeat because it bothered me how few women were on this list despite that not being my usual demographic makeup:

i love you but i love me more / marina & beach bunny

the perfect pair / beabadoobee

heart attack / loona chuu

save me / mamamoo+

i’m doing this on data from the car so; @catbiodolor? can i convince you to try either of them? its fine if no :)

#rowan lore

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codgod · 10 months

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for the ask game: 16, 19, 23

16. which pov would you like to watch more? whether this lack of watching is caused by language barriers, their stream schedule, or simply them not streaming on the smp

forever! he’s so sweet and funny and i absolutely adore him ^-^ i do drop in on some of his or tazercrafts streams sometimes but because i don’t speak portuguese and they don’t always have the gui translated language set to english it’s a little difficult to watch orz

19. favorite fanfiction(s)

BURN YOU TO ASH it’s so good. scu charlie gets isekai’d to qsmp. read it

also this one with a title long enough that i can’t be bothered to type it. charlie Becomes Gegg in exchange for flippa being revived but he can’t tell anyone who he really is

23. favorite character design or detail you like seeing in fan works

i love when peoples irl tattoos and piercings and glasses and things are incorporated into their designs. i don’t tend to do the tattoos because i’m lazy tho XD

oh! and tallulah and richas having mobility aids that’s always fun

[ask game]

#.qna #.games #burn you to ash is partially what inspired my zombie apocalypse au

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theendofuno · 1 year

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ehmmm its almost 3 am and im getting deadly overwhelmed so ill just. write about my ordem paranormal au and pretend someone will actually read it lol

first of all i’d like to explain that it’s an au from a brazilian tabletop rpg game but i’ll try to translate the terms and etc in the best way i can, it’s an universe that happens in real world, except that there’s...paranormal.. lol

ok so them

i like to use he/they for him but yk yk just he/him is also fine

(they’re 15-16ish here just to clarify)

they’re an occultist who got caught by ordem (an organization that fights against the paranormal, occultists are people who work with the paranormal in a “positive” way, to make it stronger and just fuck up the world lol), especifically by Grandark who is a real human here ‘cause oh my god his human design is SO COOL why kog dont use ittt, but Gran just didn’t “feel right” by arresting a child so he just

“oh well do you want to be my son”

“no”

“alright idc you’ll be anyway”

Uno is a VERY annoying asshole teen, he likes to bother people on purpose, he also steals A LOT of food as a coping mechanism for his past trauma living on the streets and just having to deal with the paranormal with such a young age, he also have some trusting issues, so he don’t really have a good relationship with Grandark or Zero (who lived with Grandark even before Uno’s arrive but that’s history for another day *wink wink) and don’t really pretend to like them, but deeeeep down on his feelings he likes them

that’s his clothings!!!

his shirt is stolen from Grandark, The Pression is a 1980-1990 band (that actually exists on the ordem universe lol) and Uno is completely clueless, he just wanted some red shirt, his crocs are stolen from Zero

their second clothes are his work clothes! he work at a flower shop with Ryan (who’s 17-18ish), they’re not very... a good seller if i can say?? theyre always with the ‘-’ expression and dont really care to learn about the flowers to yk... sell them...??? theyre just “yeah go ask Ryan”

Ryan tho is very patient and really likes Uno and is always trying to make him care about and learn more and just feel comfortable in general

their hair is naturally black, but they got the white parts with his affinity (it’s when the other side a.k.a the paranormal chooses you and makes you more paranormal than human, he have blood affinity) and the blue part is dyed by Grandark

Uno also know A LOT of occultist rituals, having it tattoed on his body

he have this one on his hand!!! (just for his gc actual tattoo lol), the ritual is the black part but Hwarin (who have a similar story of messing with the paranormal in a young age and working with ordem instead of getting arrested) thought it would be cool to do a drawing above it, at first Uno absolutely hated it but now he just “hehe :) dragon”

this ritual symbol is called “Descarnar” and im kinda unsure on how to translate it but it’s somewhat in the likes of “Getting Fleshless”, which... yeah! removes your skin and makes you bleed A LOT

he also have a giant other ritual symbol on his chest which he removed with the same descarnar ritual because it was craved on him and he didn’t really..had a choice or consentment on getting it, i didnt really think when he got his neck tattoo but yeah it exists as well

also his eye thing isn’t a tattoo, it’s actually makeup (eyeliner) he learned with Asin who does a ✨glamurous✨ eyeliner everyday (also Asin and Jin are like 25?? not quite sure about an official age but they’re more old than canon)

he used to go on missions with Veigas but they were prohibited of staying together alone after...an accident...where they kept using rituals on each other until Veigas back was completely in raw meat and Uno had third degree burns [since Veigas is an energy occultist]), so now he usually goes with Ryan and Lass (who is 18 but he’s kinda childish as a coping mech- i wont talk about other characters today ok i promised that to myself), since Grandark is uhh “top tier” is the best term i can think of now on ordem so newbies can’t go with Gran’s team (which is consisted of Grandark, Werner, Grandiel, Baldinar, Serdin & Kanavan. wowie a bunch of homossexuals) (Peter was part of it but he’s retired)

also a fun fact he’s a dog person (in canon i think he would be more a cat person but yk yk au) and he used to call zombies as dogs, and he once tried to convince Grandark on getting a dog and,,,,,,,,he came home with an alligator,,,,,,,,,, ain’t he so silly

#not really daily uno but also not-not uno related #again lmao sorry for these kind of posts #also i never posted any of these arts on twitter so!!! exclusive tumblr art!!!

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sociallyawkwardsailor · 2 years

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My Tattoo Endeavour Was Successful

Showed up when they opened yesterday, to find out the artist I’d spoken with last week wouldn’t be in until later, but it worked out because the artist who’d had a cancelation was able to work on me. Unfortunately this meant the design needed to be sketched again, so that took a minute, but what he came up with was solid. Only disappointment was the crown in his cypher had to be altered, as the original did not translate well to ink in skin. I wasn’t going to nitpick over it though, ‘cause everything else was almost exactly as I’d pictured it in my head.

Getting it done by someone different also worked out in that he was able to make it actually fit my arm, and not leave unreasonable gaps in between what was already there, and he did the lettering in the traditional print style versus script like the other artist sketched out. It was great that he and I were on the same page as far as size and how colorful I wanted this; didn’t want it super bright like you see in the Asian styles, but enough to be noticed, and he did an excellent job getting that done. Most of the color was left to the artist’s discretion (he’s been doing this 10 years, and I, 0); I was only adamant that Prince Philip’s “cutlasses” be black, and gave input on the coloring of the swallows.

It’s healing up well, though there’s still some bruising, but it appears to be near the end of the oozing phase. I’m very pleased with it.

A little over 24 hours old now.

I don’t mind questions about it, but I will not tolerate nitpicking, “you should’ve/could’ve-isms,” and other gatekeeping bullshit. Your money did not go into this, so keep that shit to yourself (no, the crown’s coloring is not “unfinished,” and I’m not bothered by it).

#don't make me regret sharing this

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alwaysupatnight · 2 years

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Fanfiction would you rather?

I was tagged by @astarkey and @lilmissuncreative! 🥰

Friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? Friends to lovers for me!

Be forced to watch a terrible movie adaptation of your favorite fic or an amazing adaptation of your least favorite fic? I guess the amazing adaptation of least favorite fic. I wouldn’t want to see my fave get ruined.

Read fanfic chapters backwards, last to first, or read them as parsed from google translate? Parsed I guess?

Consume every fanfic as an audiobook read by a monotone narrator, or have to read every fanfic on a tiny printed piece of paper written in yellow highlighter? I would just give up reading altogether at this point if these were my only options. My vision isn’t what it used to be, and I get so little out of audiobooks. I have to listen to them at 2x the normal speed and it’s still impossible for me to pay attention for very long.

Get a tattoo on your body of every fanfic title you read, or never read fanfic again? I hate this. Probably the tattoo

Vampire Au or Werewolf Au? Think I will always prefer vampire over werewolves ngl

Get sold to a boy band, or be stuck in a time loop with your love interest? time loop has me sold!

Kill your favorite character, or marry your least favorite character? ehhh... well maybe if i marry my least favorite character i could still have a happily ever after? THIS MENTIONS NOTHING ABOUT THE MARRIAGE LASTING LOL

Meet your love interest in a coffee shop AU or a college AU? Definitely prefer coffee shop aus to college aus

Have your fic history leaked, or never read another fanfic again? Leaked where? It probably wouldn’t bother me to have my history leaked. I regularly delete stuff I don’t want to see on there that I’ve opened out of curiosity or by mistake lol

Be able to read amazing fanfiction but it always has an mpreg plot twist, or only read bad fanfiction for the rest of your life? If the fic was truly amazing I could overlook just about anything and just skip over the stuff I don’t like

Gay ships or straight ships? I don’t have any lgbtq+ ships at the moment so straight.

Ship a rarepair with almost no content, or a pair with lots of content but almost all of it is cracky nightmare smut? yikes. rarepair I guess. I’ve been there before.

See your OTP shatter years after their happily ever after, or never have the happily ever after happen in the first place? wtf. the second option. at least that’s familiar lmfao I would hate that other option

Read a poorly written but complete fanfic, or a literary masterpiece last updated June 2013? as much as it would break my heart, I would pick the masterpiece. And cause like sometimes it’s better when things don’t ever end? There’s so many fics I never finished reading even though they’ve been completed for years lol If I never finish them it’s never over 🤣

Read SSSS++++ tier smut with almost 11k words, or 70k words worth of fluff? I’ll take the fluff. I get desensitized to the smut after so long

Read only alternate universe fanfics, or only canon fanfics? GIVE ME ALL THE AUs

Introduce fanfics to your normie friend with an ongoing smut fic with great writing, or a complete fluff fic with terrible writing? I would need to have normie friends first

Read your NOTP with all your favorite tropes and perfect characterization, or your OTP with tropes you despise and inconsistent characterization? Well the 2nd one isn’t anything I’m not already used to. :/ I will never touch any of my NOTPs for any reason kthxbye

Read a fic with an interesting concept but very poor writing, or read a fic with an uninteresting concept with really good writing? I can’t handle poor writing. It’ll have to be the boring concept then

Have a major character death, or have a bed sharing scene but it's a ship you hate? If it’s fanfic, I’ll take the major character death. I can just open up another fic afterwards where they’re still alive lmfao YOU CAN’T MAKE ME READ MY NOTPS WE HAVE ALREADY BEEN THROUGH THIS

Read a fanfic that has consistent grammar and spelling mistakes, or one that the characters are wildly different than canon? I guess the 2nd because like we all give a little bit of ourselves when writing the characters anyway so they’re bound to be different. and like I’ve found that I can learn from bad fanfic and at least I can figure out how NOT to write them in my own fics. I’m okay with it if it’s clear the author at least made an attempt to keep them in character and like I can forgive that. But spelling and grammar mistakes I CANNOT. THERE IS LITERALLY SOFTWARE THAT WILL FIX THE MISTAKES FOR YOU OR HELP YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT NEEDS FIXING. THERE IS NO EXCUSE. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Every fanfic includes Jackson Wang, or every fanfic includes at least one NSFW moment? who tf is jackson wang. I will take all the NSFW moments thanks. I’M NOT A CHILD.

Read the most absolutely messed up dead dove with your most wholesome otp, or subject yourself to 100,000 words of your NOTP all written in a solid block with no punctuation and horrible grammar? GIVE ME THE DEAD DOVE. THIS IS THRICE NOW WITH THE NOTPS.

Have the power to read every fanfic in existence, or have the power to make any ship canon? sometimes when you get what you want in canon... it’s worse. I’ll take the first option.

Have your OTP get together in canon but one of them dies in a tragic way, or all members of your OTP survive but get together with other people? I mean I’ve basically experienced both of these. It’s bad no matter what you choose. At this point I just quit the canon and live in fandom land.

Read a cringy 70 chapter Harry Styles mafia AU, or a highschool Kpop AU y/n fic horrible grammar? I don’t touch harry styles for any reason whatsoever. neither

Accidentally send your boss a super detailed smut fic, or read a super detailed smut fic about your boss? Well my dad is technically my boss so NEITHER.

Read smut fanfic aloud to your parents, or submit fanfic to the employer of your dream job? I don’t want my parents ever seeing the crap I’ve written. It’ll have to be the 2nd. My dream job is to work for myself so it works out. lmfao

Pine after an oblivious love interest, or be the oblivious love interest being pined after? I haven’t crushed on anyone irl in over a decade. But I spent my whole childhood and teen years pining after someone. Maybe it’d be nice to be the one pined after for a change.

Hanahaki disease, or your soulmates first words to you tattooed on your body (and they're really stupid)? lmfao the tattoo I guess

Be an Alpha, Beta, or Omega in omegaverse? I personally would not want to be involved in any of this lol

Read a fanfic where the characters turn into furries, or a fanfic where the characters all get pregnant? LMFAO I’ll take the furries I guess? as long as there’s no daddy kink

Be able to resurrect dead fics, or have the power to create of plethora of new fics effortlessly? I’m still bitter about the fics that got deleted before I could save a copy for my personal library. But I think I’d rather have option 2. I already have so many fics to write, and IT HAS NEVER BEEN EFFORTLESS.

Tagging: @yossariandawn, @imaginedfables, @tiesthatbind1899, @emilykinncy, @worthallyourgalleons, @sandalaris, @thespianreveur, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tagged #tag games

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