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cryptidcorners · 6 months

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Could I have a fluffy imagine/one-shot of Mike with a librarian girl? Like Mike goes back to the place he got the dream book from, and now he wants something to get his mind off (the trauma of the movie) so the librarian helps him find something else he’d like. Maybe a Sherlock Holmes detective or something. Thanks so much!

~ Mike Schmidt x Reader ~

= Title: Friendly Nostalgia

= Character: Mike Schmidt

= Media: Movie!Five Nights At Freddie's

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: The aftermath of Mike's job as a security guard had got him thinking, as well as tripled his internal hardships. In an attempt to cool his troubling mind, Mike decides to go into his old library to find one of his favorite literatures, and maybe a new friend along the way.

= Request: "Could I have a fluffy imagine/one-shot of Mike with a librarian girl? Like Mike goes back to the place he got the dream book from, and now he wants something to get his mind off (the trauma of the movie) so the librarian helps him find something else he’d like. Maybe a Sherlock Holmes detective or something. Thanks so much!"

= Tags: Fluff ! Small Angst? Librarian Reader + Setting, Shy Mike, Sweet Talk, One-Shot, Platonic (with Slight Romantic Implications? It's up for you to decide !) + Reader is !Fem

= Warnings: Childhood Trauma + Kidnapping Mentions, Child Death/Spirits, Struggles with Mental Health (Depression, Anxiety, Stress) + FNAF Movie Spoilers !

Morning birds flocked through the featherweighted clouds thinning across the fresh sky. A chilled exhale rattled out of Mike's throat, the cold dawning air nipping at his skin. His head was foggy with exhaustion, yet flickering with soft excitement. The streets were empty, much to his content. Crowded boulevards and sputtering car exhaust muddied his senses, he hated it more than anything.

He shoved his reddened hands down his pockets to shield the breezes from his fingertips. Mike hated the overwhelming traits of the outside world even more after his accursed job as a solo-unit of security. The crumbled children in the machines, Vanessa wilting away within her hospital bed and William. It was too much and he couldn't handle it.

This whole mess was the reason he was heading towards his local library, one he hadn't stepped in the years. It was the only place he was comfortable visiting now. It was quiet, no people to talk to, and he'd be able to pluck out his favorite contents in peace.

Mike had been particularly fixated on Sherlock Holmes, lately. The whole idea of mysteries had made him want to learn more, even after being injured at Freddie's. Weirdly enough, after scavenging through his old contents, it unraveled more and more about what happened those dreaded nights ago.

Mike hummed quietly as he lazily pushed the glass door. The silence calmed his senses. There were a few locals, but they were buried between pages. After awkwardly exposing his card and being gently discarded to explore the aisles alone. He started trailing around the mystery section. He couldn't pick one story, so he was doing nothing but strolling.

"Do you need some help?" A voice peaked his shoulders for a flash. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, sir."

You apologized, your voice was soothed. Mike shook his head gently, "No, no. It's fine, don't worry."

A smile spreads across your lips and you read the aisle with an eager eye. "You like mystery?"

"I've just gotten into it, really." Mike slid his hands through his curls promptly. It was strange how comfortable he felt, it felt tender, weird enough. "It's a sweet genre. I like it when it keeps me guessing. Gets my mind off everything."

"Yeah. Fiction is a great outlet, that's why I became a librarian." You explained warmly, "It's something I've always dreamed of."

Mike released a breathy chuckle in response, unsure how to reply.

You extended your hand towards the neatly rowed bookshelf, trailing your finger until you slipped out a rough looking cover. Your eyes wandered to him, "You like Sherlock Holmes?"

"He's actually the reason I'm here." Mike tilted his head lightly with a calmed grin. He had no idea why he felt so comfortable around some random librarian girl he had just met, but he had no internal reason to question it. "I have a few of his stories at my house, my little sister found them."

"That's adorable," you brushed your cheek. "Maybe you'd like this one. Personally, I think it's one of his most underrated works." You handed him the book, and his eyes flickered up and down in interest.

"Wow,"

"Cool right?"

Mike nodded.

"I don't think I've seen you before here, uh," You trailed off.

"Oh. Oh, sorry, I'm Mike. Mike Schmidt," He shook your hand softly. "I actually haven't been here in a long time."

You arched a brow, face still settled, "What made you come back?"

"Well, first off, Sherlock Holmes." He shook the book lightly with a low chuckle. "And, well, work. It's been hard, so, I thought I could read a bit to calm things down."

You curled down to pile some scattered books in your hand, "Well, I hope you come back again, Mike. Maybe we can talk about some more stories, outside of here of course. I get a bit loud with stories."

You both chuckled, "I'll come back. I could always use some more mystery." Mike had been clutching the book with eager hands, along with a fluttered expression. He hadn't connected with someone in quite a while. It felt refreshing.

"Well, I have to get back to work. Goodbye, Mike." You stirred back into the halls. Mike whispered in response. "Thank you,"

He wanted to talk more, but, he didn't want to hold you back. Mike's eyes flew down to the hard-leathered surface. He chewed his lip,

I should have asked her for her name . . .

And with that thought resting heavily in his mind, Mike left the library, with a giddy attitude and a little too many mystery books in his hands.

#💤 mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #writing #writers on tumblr #💌 request!#anon

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vampiric-tempt · 7 months

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Kinktober | 05

≡ monsterfucking | syzoth x gn!reader ੈ♡˳

tw ➤ nsfw, monsterfucking, teratophila, two dicks, breeding, belly bulge, marking, size difference

a/n: everyone be joking on tiktok that they'd take syzoth in both forms. But would you really? My answer is yes, I'm a monsterfucker

❥・*。"You are...intrigued by my other appearance?" Syzoth repeated. "But I'm a freak y/n." He looks down shamefully.

You sigh, reaching up to caress his face. "You think I care about that stuff Syzoth?"

"Yes," He purses his lips for a moment. "I figured you'd only be interested in my warmblood self- as it's what you're most familiar with."

You frown and pull Syzoth in by the waist, moving to ghost your lips over his ear. "I can prove it, if that's what you want." You whisper.

Syzoth sucks in a breath, his hands moving to squeeze your hips lightly. "Do you know what you're asking, y/n?"

"I'm fully aware." You pulled away from his grasp and teasingly placed yourself on the bed. Syzoth watched your every move, a feeling of lust brewing within him. He watched as your legs sensually spread as you leaned back, arms supporting you from behind. "Fuck me in your natural form."

Syzoth hesitates. "I don't know, y/n. I could hurt you, a-and my natural form heightens my animalistic nature."

You let out a deep sigh and trail your hand down your body to your aching arousal. "But what if I want to experience that side of you?" You tilt your head at him, a small smile forming.

Syzoth hisses at your words and shifts into his natural form before you. His tail began swishing back and forth in excitement as he approached you. "You can choose to end this here." He rasps. "Say it now because once I have you in this form, there's no turning back."

You bit your lip. "Continue, please."

Syzoth growls, his clawed hand pushing you back into the bed as he ducks his head into the nape of your neck. He groans, taking in your scent mixed with arousal. His tongue licking up your neck to your jaw, tasting your skin.

"You smell and taste so good." He whines.

You hummed, pulling his face down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I need you so bad, Syzoth." You plead. "Fuck me please."

Syzoth lets out a low shrill of happiness, his tail circling one of your legs to drag you flush against his hips. You curiously looked down to see a slit appear as two dicks appeared. Your eyes widened, gasping at the sight.

"I'm sorry, I should've warned your beforehand." Syzoth halts in his movements. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"No...I-it's okay." You try to reassure him. "I mean it's only natural since you're a reptile. I'm actually pretty excited by it."

Syzoth puffs out his chest in relief. "I'll be careful." He says. "I promise I won't hurt you."

You smiled at that. Feeling Syzoth's claws tear away at your clothes. You couldn't find it in your heart to make a comment on it as you knew he was too distracted with his thoughts.

He hissed again as he smelled you more clearly, his predatory eyes peering back up to you as he slowly moved his head down to your heat, his tongue playfully swiping across it. He hums at the taste and continued to play and tease you with his hands and tongue, making sure you'd be ready for him.

You mewled in pleasure as your felt his tongue shove in you, exploring your sensitive walls. "God, your tongue is amazing." Your hands shoot atop the zaterran's head for support. A low rumble erupts from his throat as he feels your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls away making you whine. "Syzoth."

He chuckles, moving up to nuzzle into your neck again, his other hand guiding one of his members to your opening. "I want you to cum on my cock instead, do you think you're ready?" He asks.

You whisper a low yes and a choken gasp shot out of you as the head of his dick pushed through your walls, slowly stretching you open as it went deeper and deeper. You could feel his other member brushing against your surface and you couldn't help but trail one hand down to stroke it softly.

Syzoth growls at the sensation, trying his best to keep an easy pace for you. But your little whines and whimpers were driving him crazy, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

"Feels so fucking good, love." You tossed your head back, intoxicated by his hips pounding into you. He deepened his thrusts, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest. A cacophony of sexual moans filling the room.

"Please, let me breed you." Syzoth whimpered. "I need to fill you up, make you all mine. Please I have to!" He begins to practically beg.

"Yes, mhmp~ breed me Sy." You moaned, hands trailing down to feel his dick bulge from your stomach. Your vision becoming more blurred by your tears as you felt your climax nearing.

It was then, time had slowed, your eyes squinting shut as a shattering orgasm hit you followed by the sharp pain of teeth baring into your shoulder. Syzoth had finished right after you, his orgasm completely driving him over the edge to where he would accidently mark you.

Syzoth widened his eyes in fear as he pulled out, stepping away from you as the taste of your sweet blood swarmed his tongue. Quickly, he shifted back into his human form, worry filling his expression. "Y-y/n I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was so caught up and-"

"Relax," You huffed out, covered and filled with Syzoth's hot seed. "I like it, now everyone will know I'm yours, right?"

He lowered his head. "Yes..."

"Then stop being like that. C'mere and help me- I don't think I have the strength to take care of myself after how good you fucked me."

Syzoth lets out a chuckled hiss. "That's what I intend to do, my love."

╰┈➤ other kinktober 2023 mk1 works

#syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #kinktober 2023 #gender neutral reader #mdni #tw monsterfucking #tw.breeding

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bunny-extract · 10 months

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König x AMAB! GN! Reader

CW // sub/Bottom König, Face Fucking, Pet Play, Scent Kink, Collars, Choking, Come Marking, mild cnc for ignored 'stop'. Mans is fucking possessed for it idk what else to say!

WC: ~1.6k

The others are still on the training course when the button of your pants are popped open, a nose pressing flush against your sweating sex. You can’t imagine the smell is anything worth drooling over, but here he is.

König.

Not just knelt between your thighs, but sunk down to the ground to accommodate the difference in height, panting like he’s trying to replace the oxygen in his lungs with your musk.

“This your idea of a greeting? Jump me and start sniffing my ass?” A smile graces your mouth, cruel as the words you spit at him. “You really are a fucking dog.”

The bastard moans shamelessly at the accusation, the heat blowing right over your swollen tip.

Greedy fingers knead the flesh of your ass, pulling your hips closer to nuzzle against your sweat-damp briefs. If not for the press of cold concrete at your back he’d have knocked you over by now, his movements eager and uncoordinated. You have to wonder if he’s aware of how he’s tossing you around, but the answer is clear even before you reach under his hood, wrenching his head up by the ring on his hidden collar.

Those pretty pale eyes are heavy, blackened with lust when they finally meet yours. Cock-drunk just from the smell of you.

It’s so fucking disgusting.

Gets you so fucking hard.

“Need you,” he simply growls. The first words he’s said to you today, and you’re not even sure it’s meant for you. There’s no time to clarify before your pants are abandoned halfway down your thighs, the tip of König’s tongue drawing a hot, wet line over your sac and up your length.

A hiccup catches in your throat, head knocking gently against the wall while you let him satiate what he can by himself.

His lips are soft where they wrap around your head, the tip of his tongue tracing roughly over your slit, drawing a flinch from you. pushing you from one cheek to the other, only barely giving you what you need. Denying you what he made you crave.

It’s only when you feel his pulse against your fingers that you realize you’re still holding him by his collar. Without warning, you use that ring to jerk him forward on your cock. Sweet thing doesn’t even gag.

“Had to pull me away in the middle of training just to get it, and you won't even do it right?”

Dark lashes flutter when they manage to look up at you, swollen pupils making him look so helpless. So fucking needy.

“Want me to show you, don't you. Need me fuck your mouth, puppy?”

König moans, a muffled but no less desperate ‘please’ untangled from his stuffed mouth when you crowd his kneeling body with your own, smoothing over the back of his head gently.

Fingertips draw up his stubbled jaw, to the corners of his wet lips. König opens his mouth for you, makes room for you to peel back his lips and explore the curve of his flat front teeth, test the sharpness of his canines. It shouldn’t turn you on so much to feel the dull sting against your thumb, to wonder how much harder you’d have to press to pierce. You’ve seen what your sweat, spit, come have done to the man. Would it drive him even crazier if he had the taste of your blood?

You suck the taste of his drool off of your fingers, knowing you’re not better than he is.

“You ready for me?” you ask.

He still has the gall to look offended, narrowing his eyes at you. It keeps you from feeling bad about shoving yourself to the back of his hot mouth, punishing his gag reflex immediately.

You pull back with the intention of letting him recover, but his lips catch around your head, halting your retreat. When you feed him your length this time the slide across his flattened tongue is smooth, seamless. Each thrust inches deeper, your pace picking up until you find a rhythm that makes your balls tighten. König takes you perfectly, the seal of his tight lips only breaking when you pull too far back, throat relaxed enough for you to dip deep on every odd thrust, mindful of his limit.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize you’re being careful – a personal offense to his pride. The hand at your rear gets greedy, stroking firmer at your hole, palm cupping your sac. The heat of it all builds quickly, and when you try to pace yourself, König follows after with doubled efforts. Chases you forward until you’re buried to the root, swarmed by the wet heat of hollowed cheeks.

Your voice is a ghost of its usual octave, thin and weak when you gasp, “Holy f-fuck, you’re — I can feel it down your fucking throat."

Manually, you unclench your fingers from König’s hair, stroking apologetically through the soft, cropped part at the back of his neck. It tethers you, keeps you from floating away and forgetting yourself. Gotta be here for him, make sure he doesn't completely suffocate himself on you. Fuck, like he's trying to now.

A spasming gag threatens to push you from his throat, tears leaking from the corners of König’s eyes. You smile down at him, stroking the sensitive skin below his ear.

"Trying so hard, aren't you? To k-keep me down?" The answering whimper is felt more than heard, the reverb locking your body tight. The flutter of his throat is enough to make you want to buck, chase it to the end, but you stay still for him. Watch him fight against the basest of instincts screaming at him to breathe, choking himself for your sole pleasure. "Yeah, and you’re doing so good, König. Doing so well. Don't stop.”

The fingers at his nape squeeze, not pushing but simply holding. “Don't fucking stop,” you repeat.

And then, you move.

It’s impressive how hard he tries, really. Not an inch of your cock slips from König’s mouth when you stand to full height, those stretched out lips practically attached to your groin. When you step back, he crawls.

“Look at you,” you murmur sweetly, savoring the way his muscles ripple as he follows you on all fours. “Come on, keep up. That’s my boy.”

By the time you reach the other side of the room, König’s cheeks are scarlet, and yet you have to hold him back from following when you do finally pull out of his mouth, thick ropes of spit tethering gasping lips to flushed tip. There’s excitement in his compliance to your rough handling, not just forcing, but controlling him. He has to give in to you, chooses to follow every degrading push and pull, and that power doesn’t know which head to fill first. Gravity has a heavy hand in the decision making.

As if reading your thoughts, he’s back up, slurping at your messy slit before you’ve recovered enough to stop him. Fingers dig into the meat of your thigh, clutching at you with a desperation that would make you nervous if he weren’t still actively trying to swallow you. The tip of his long tongue swipes out impossibly further, tracing the seam of your already dripping balls. Still trying so hard to impress you, to make this as good as possible for you, and it's better. Better than any time he’s had you, better than anyone who's had you in their mouth. Better than he was 12 seconds ago.

“F-fuck, König. König, ‘m close…Stop, pup. Stop, I’m gonna come.”

Excitement reflects wet in König’s blown out eyes, taking your warnings as incentive.

The shade of red adorning his features ripens into a plummy purple as he visibly fights to keep you in.

Your heartbeat is heavy against his tongue, eyes fluttering shut as you struggle to remember why you're fighting against the pleasure lancing through your stomach. Your hips remain unconvinced, pushing in deep. The sloppy noises your faltering thrusts punch from him hardly escape past the tight seal of his lips, but what does is enough to make you moan. Debauched squelches that carry the sweetest hint of his struggle, prettier than you’ve heard from him before.

It’s with a hand wrenching his head back that you finally dislodge from the tight heat of his mouth, an almost perfect pop leaving his puffy, gasping lips.

“Can’t listen to a single t-thing I say, can you? Fucking mutt,” you grit, jerking yourself over his face. König opens his mouth, waiting for your load. You lean over and spit in him instead, wipe it mean over his cheeks and lips. “Think you deserve it, dog? Should I send you out with my come dripping down your chin? That’s what you really want, for them to see.”

His voice is raw when he chants a string of German around the tip of you, and after all of that it’s the barely-there strokes of his lips that send you rolling into that tight, wet end. It nestles behind your navel like a hot drink, filling you with an expanding warmth that releases in sputtering bursts into König’s waiting mouth. Your fist flies in needy jerks, spraying higher onto his hood, across his teeth, until you’re just dribbling, leaking onto his chin.

The smell is as heavy as the gasps filling the stiff, heady air. You’re boneless as you come down from your high, only managing to stay upright by the way König leans into you, nuzzling your hip once again.

For good measure, you smack the ruddy, softening head against his sticky lips, smearing your spend over them indulgently.

“Thatta boy.”

#i can't actually process words anymore so if there's errors you have to let me know okay bro code #könig #bunnywriting #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig x amab reader #konig call of duty

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good4olivia · 2 years

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a welcome distraction

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader i don't think there are any warnings but feel free to message me if you think there are!

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Aemond Targaryen watched his sister dance with his nephew, the dull anger from watching her with his brother all these years resurfacing in wake of this. He was in the middle of imagining ways he could slit Jace’s throat when he noticed out of the corner of his one eye, a serving girl making quick glances at him. He hadn’t seen you before, your soft brown skin and even darker hair, atone with your deep brown eyes. You looked nothing like a Targaryen and that’s what intrigued him the most. The second thing, was your obvious dotting on Rhaenyra’s boys. So you were a serving girl from Dragonstone. Aemond assumed, watching you as you filled the cups of everyone’s drink. He didn’t miss how your hands shook when pouring the wine for his mother but you were at ease around Rhaenyra.

He continued to watch you, grateful for the welcome distraction from obsessing over his sister. That was until Aegon called for more wine, “You’re a pretty thing aren’t you?” Aemond’s jaw clenched as he watched his brother slide a wandering hand down your back. You’re not having her.

You had no idea how to respond to the prince, you could not offend him but you had zero desire of giving him any indication you wanted more than to serve him wine. “Thank you, my prince.” You said, eyes down focusing only the table. Good girl. Aemond thought as he saw you scurry away.

“So dear nephew,” Aegon started as Jace sat back down, “You have to tell me, what’s it like fucking her?” He gestured towards where you stood at the back wall, fumbling around with the spare plates.

Jace glared, “Unlike you, dear uncle - I can be in close quarters with a woman and not have to bed her.”

“Ah, you don’t know how too, that’s it isn’t it?” He laughed, sipping more his wine, “Do you need me to show you were you put your cock?”

Aemond tuned out the rest of their conversation, looking over to where you were collecting the third course of the night from the cooks. He saw your hungry gaze linger of the lamb roast. When you approached Aemond with the food, he quickly tore a generous chuck and handed it to you, “Here.” You wanted to resist but he already shoved it in your dress pocket. You only managed a small ‘thank you’ before moving on.

Aemond smirked to himself when he saw you scoff down the lamb in the corner, ducking your head slightly when you caught notice of his gaze. He quickly grew bore of this family dinner, he had the urge to explore his new feelings towards you. So he created a scene, suggested that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards and let his dysfunctional family do the rest. It wasn’t till after he got punched by Jace that he noticed you were gone. His mood shifted instantly. Did he scare you away already?

He left the dining hall immediately, hell bent on finding you. He searched the maid’s quarter and kitchen to no luck, even Jace’s chambers (though he was happy he didn’t find you there.) Aemond was about to go for a ride on Vheagar to calm down when he noticed you. On one of the balcony’s watching the dragon’s flying in the air.

“Hello.” He called out to you, still serval feet away from you.

The intrusion startled you, you quickly bowed. “Hello my prince, I’m sorry-“

“For what? Why are you sorry?” He asked with an intense look in his eye, quickly closing the gap between you two.

“I, I don’t know.” You replied, your breath getting caught in your throat from being so close to the handsome prince.

“You left the party, things were just getting interesting.” He said to you, drawing his hand down your arm, testing your reaction to his touch. Aemond was pleased with your reaction.

“Jace dismissed me, he didn’t want me to get hurt.” You told him. It was the truth but it seemed so silly saying it out loud now.

Aemond’s eyes grew darker at that, “My nephew felt the need to protect you from me, how fascinating.” He chuckled, though there was no humour in his voice.

“No, my prince-“

“Hmm, I love the way you say that, ‘my prince.’ I hear it every day, yet you make it seem so delicate coming from your lips.” He said, moving his hand from your arm to run his thumb across your lip.

“I should be heading back to the hall.” You bid him farewell but only got two steps away until Aemond got a hold of your forearm.

“I want you to stay with me, my lady. You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” He asked you.

You glanced down to where he was holding onto you, warmth flooding your being from his touch. “No. Not really, my prince.” You replied.

Aemond held back a groan from your soft, soft voice and soft eyes looking directly at his. Who were you to make him feel these things, he thought long dead?

“Have you ever rode on Dragonback?” He asked you, hearing Vhegar approach the balcony. He had never flown Vhegar with anyone before, vowing he never would. One evening with you, you had changed his mind completely. He thought you to be a sources the way you’re messing with his heart and head so quickly and intensely.

“I can’t say that I have, my prince.” You replied, each moment with Aemond making you feel more confident and more anxious at the same time.

“Would you join me then? I would love the honour of being your first.” You didn’t miss the double meaning in his words.

There was nothing more in the world you ever wanted than to ride a Dragon, you would watch all the Targaryen’s fly around on theirs - always dreaming of what it would be like up there. You knew you’re place, you were only a serving girl who wore dirt brown dresses and ate only leftovers but right now, being offered the only experience you had ever wanted - you did not have the willpower to deny it.

“Would Vhagar be okay with that?” You asked carefully, peering behind Aemond at the beautiful beast.

Aemond smiled, you were so gentle and kind but there was something underneath all that, he could tell and he wanted nothing more than to bring that side of you out.

“You needn’t worry about that my beauty, shall we?” He held out his hand to yours. As soon as you placed your’s in his, he squeezed tight and led you to the edge of the balcony where his dragon was waiting.

You stopped, the reality of what was going on sinking in. Aemond noticed right away; “Do not worry my flower, I will hold onto you the entire time.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you close and kissed behind your ear.

Aemond helped you onto the dragon’s back. The second you were on the Dragon, you felt the most powerful and afraid you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Aemond pulled you close, hugging your body to his. He felt his own desire rage inside of him at the feel of your body so close to his, you’re neck on his shoulder, your arms around his waist, your breasts pressed up to his back - his lustful thoughts interrupted by Vhegar taking flight.

It was like everything you imagined, the wind in your hair, the view of the Red Keep from here, being close to the stars - everything. Aemond turned around to face you and you held each other’s gaze for a moment before he leaned into kiss you, the moon shining in the background.

Too soon, Vhegar was slowing down and he came to a stop on the beach, Aemond jumped down first and then held both is hands out for you, catching you as you leaped slightly off the Dragon and into his arms. He planted another kiss on your lips as you landed in his arms.

“Thank you, my prince. That was amazing.” You said as you walked with Aemond up to the castle, he hadn’t let go of your hand and he didn’t think he would ever let go.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon

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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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I know it's not Saturday anymore but I am still going to try to sneak this in since I am obsessing over the Poe dating headcanons... What about some NSFW Poe headcanons? 🙈

Anon, don't you worry. EVERY day is Poe Dameron day. Drop anything and everything Poe into my ask box anytime, ya'll.

Anyway, I probably got a little carried away here. Oops.

Dating Poe Dameron (NSFW)

EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT (Poe Dameron x f!reader)

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, praise kink, inappropriate use of an x-wing, anal sex, anal fingering, thigh riding, deep throating, masturbation, coming untouched

When it comes to kissing, Poe Dameron’s skills know no bounds. When he wants to leave you breathless, he’ll cup the back of your head in both hands as he softly slots your lips together, setting your nerves alight. But then there are other times that find him sinfully fucking your mouth with his tongue, kissing you so deeply and thoroughly that you’re both gasping for air. And when you tug roughly on his hair, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, clutching your ass with both hands and urging you to continue chasing your orgasm by desperately rutting against his thigh.

Kissing isn’t the only thing Poe’s ridiculously dexterous tongue is good for. He loves to have his head buried in your pussy, lapping at your folds and fucking your fluttering, glistening hole with his tongue until your knuckles go white from gripping the sheets so hard. Once your orgasm crests, he doesn’t waste any time before thrusting his fingers back inside of you, greedily scooping out globs of your cum to bring to his mouth.

Once Poe realizes you have a praise kink, he gratuitously uses this knowledge to his advantage. He loves reaching down to gently cup the side of your face while he’s fucking your mouth, brushing his thumb across your cheek as he rasps, “Such a fucking good girl,” while admiring the way you effortlessly deep throat his cock.

Despite the cramped size of the cockpit of his T-70, Poe insists on dragging you up into it to teach you how the controls work one evening when the Resistance hangar is deserted. There’s no other option than to sit directly in his lap. Inevitably, one thing leads to another, and the flying lesson is all but forgotten when his lips latch onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Despite fumbling fingers and bumping elbows, he manages to unzip his flight suit as you wriggle out of your pants. Faraway voices near the hangar’s entrance ring out, and Poe claps a hand tightly over your mouth as he slips his cock into your soaking wet heat with one thrust and fucks you so hard you see stars.

After the first time, Poe makes a habit of fucking you in his flight suit when he realizes how wet the mere idea of it just so happens to make you. More often than not, the two of you hardly have the patience to traverse the length of the base back to your quarters after long missions. Instead, you’ve christened many a dark corner and deserted hallway, your head thrown back and your hands tangled in Poe’s curls while he shoves down your pants to fuck you roughly up against a wall.

Your Resistance fatigues fit a little too well, which only feeds into Poe’s fixation with your ass. When you’re standing beside him anywhere, it’s not uncommon for him to tuck a hand into your back pocket and squeeze. And in the privacy of your shared quarters, Poe’s exploration of your backside unlocks a new, feral need inside of you…one which eventually finds him notching the head of his cock against the unexplored tight ring of muscle back there.

(You both also accidentally discovered that Poe loves when you explore his ass as well. The first time you eased him open with two lubricated fingers, well...neither of you had ever seen so much cum erupt from his cock before.)

Poe loves to watch you masturbate, and sometimes you try and purposely plan for him to walk in on you while you’re lying naked in bed, legs spread wide and sultry moans falling from your lips as you pump your fingers in and out of your cunt. It’s not uncommon for him to reach his own climax just from watching you without even laying a hand on his own throbbing, weeping cock.

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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That alpha Miguel post was great 🤤

It made me think of alpha hawk who just wants a mate so bad but he hasn't found the right omega yet which bums him our bc he wants a pretty omega and some pups already 😓

And then one day he's hanging out with hks friends at thenmall or smtg and he sees chubby omega reader walking in a pretty sundress and he thinks she has the most perfect breeding hips and her scent is so nice and he just fucking bails on his friends to go talk to her bc that's her, that's his omega

(Unedited) (This isn’t really NSFW-ish,sorry)

“So how's the work at the dojo going? Miguel was telling me about it earlier on the phone.”

Sam said picking at her tray of mall fries, Miguel was busy trying to shove a hand-sized pretzel down his throat next to her. Demetri was busy meaning around on his phone, and Robby was chowing down on a thing of noodles next to him. Hawk rolled his eyes as he sat back in the mall's hard metal chair. He huffed as he looked at the shorter girl.

“It's going pretty good actually. Besides doing classes, Johnny and Daniel put me and Miguel on doing the summer camp this year. Whole shebang, Daniel even updated the campground and everything at the cabins.” Hawk preened a little at the success. Its been over two years of working at the dojo and three years out of highschool. He was proud of how far he had come.

Sam smiled at him saying “That’s great! I knew you guys where going to move up. I know you guys did camps last year how was that? You guys started doing elementary school classes too right?” Haw nodded at her. His mind flashed back to the previous year at the summer camp.

Hawk had been a bit nervous at the idea of taking on such young pups. They were so small and balls of energy at that age too. That energy was used well during classes, he thought it was funny to see a room full of tiny pups do two hours of karate before basically passing out on the mats for a long overdue nap.

“You know since we are on the topic-”

“If you bring up pups I'm not going to hear it.”

Sam pouted as Hawk shut her down. He didn't want to hear about how she and her wife were trying to have pups. They started trying about a month ago with IVF stuff, sadly both of them were omegas so they had to find other options to start their family.

Sam also knew Hawks luck with omega’s. After his failed relationship with Moon back in high school he didn't have much luck after that. He also realized Moon was never his mate, at least not his true one. Moon was pretty and nice and a great omega but she was missing something that not even Hawk could pinpoint. They both knew it and went their separate ways on food terms. But after that Hawk didn't have much of a dating life after that, a few one-night stands but nothing official.

Deep down it upset him and even made him a little bit depressed to be alone like that. Not not have someone by his side to love, the alpha instinct to have a mate and protect them. It eat away at him and he used anger as a way to deflect outsides like Sam.

Miguel spoke up saying “Me and my wife where thinking about having some soon, we just moved into the new house so there is room now. We haven’t really decided, we are thinking about just letting it happen? Not really fully planning for it I guess.” He shrugged. Hawk rolled his eyes as he looked at Demetri who was finally off his phone for a moment.

“Don't ask me-”

“I'm not in this discussion either, leave me out of it.” Robby side-eyed the group as he finished his noodles. Both Demetri and him where a dead end on the idea of pups in the first place. Both of them are not really interested in the idea at the moment. No one blamed them, Demetri was in his own little world with his girlfriend and Robby had no clue about small pups in the first place.

Hawk huffed as they sat at the table for a while, more small talk going on but Hawk choose to tone them out.

The group later got up and left the courtyard to explore the great of the mall. Hawk was just happy that they could get passed the conversation on mates and pups.

His mind was focused on following the group as they walked around the slightly busy mall. But something made him start looking around frantically. He stopped mid-step before looking around the area, the rest of the group not noticing and continued walking. Leaving the alpha behind.

He turned up his nose as he sniffed the air. There where hundreds of different scents that filled the air but one was making his head spin and pulling him. It filled his nose and made his heart thump harder in his chest. It was sweet and warm, it almost felt like it could coat his lungs like warm soft butter. It was like a sweet cream almost. His eyes looked around as he sniffed harder, trying to find the source of the scent.

Finally, he locked onto the omega that was steadily pumping out the scent.

She probably didn't even know she was doing it. She definitely didn't smell like she was on any one of suppresents with how thick her scent was.

He really couldn't help the way he was checking her out from afar. She was breathtaking, she had on a frilly sun dress that fit her perfectly and moved and swayed with the slightest movement.

Shit and her hips, wide and filling out the dress perfectly so he could see all of her. Hips thick and filling, he could practically already feel the way they molded under his hands as he felt her up. From the view he had her ass matched her hips, big and fat. His mouth watered not only from her scent but the view he had of her. He couldn't help but cut across the open mall area, passing and bumping into people as he jogged over to her.

Her sweet scent only got stronger the closer he got to her.

She finally turned around a bit more so he could see her fully. She was thick and wide all over. Fluffy stomach and thick arms, round cheeks, and full lips that were turned up in a small smile as she looked around. Her eyes seemed to almost glimmer as she looked at the mall's shops.

Suddenly he felt too close.

Maybe because he was less than a foot away from her now and her scent was making his mouth water.

“I uh think you dropped this.”

Her voice was like sugar as it filled his head.

“Oh yeah thanks, didn't even notice I dropped it. The names Hawk by the way.”

“I'm guessing it's because-”

“Yep it's the hair.”

She giggles as he points the his short mohawk that he was still rocking from highschool.

Their talk was long and they ended up walking around the mall with one another. He found out she was new to the area and was trying to get acclimated to the new place. The mall seemed to be the perfect place to explore first.

Hawk couldn’t take his eyes off of her the whole time. It was like she was pulling him in with every second he spent talking to her, standing next to her. She was so nice it was hard not to just look away for a split second.

It wasn’t until over two hours later when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and checked his messages. There where about five or so texts in the group chat he was in with everyone.

“Hey where did you go?”

“Dude you did not ditch us.”

“Was this because of the whole pup conversation? It’s stupid you would just leave because of that.”

He could only smirk as he spared a glance over at the chatty happy omega that was walking next to him. He moved a bit closer to her, their shoulders brushing together.

She didn’t move away from the action.

He smirked back down at his phone as he started texting back.

“That might not be a issue soon enough. I ditched you guys for better stuff. Talk to y’all later.”

He shoved his phone back into his pocket after he sent the text.

He ignored the new frantic vibration’s of his phone as he leaned in closer to the Omega for the time being.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Hi there,

I had read your ghost x graves fic oneshot

Like can you make another rough NSFW fic with more aftercare for graves but a little possessive ghost

I feel sorry for graves like I just want to hug that guy after that fic...

Hell yeah i can

Ghost had been angry since 6:02 that morning. A few rookies, or maybe Shadows, he couldn't fucking tell, had been talking.

"Look, not my fault he wears stuff that shows off his ass. The guy takes any opportunity he can to bend over in front of someone."

"He's a commander! You can't seriously be suggesting he fucks anyone on base."

"I think he more gets fucked if I'm honest. Wish he'd let me have a turn."

"We could probably pass him around."

Ghost had shattered the cup in his hands, staring at them so hard they all went sickly pale.

"Lieutenant... Hi..."

"Graves is your fucking superior. Show some respect." Ghost snarled at them, making them flinch.

"Yes, sir." One of them bit out before they quickly made their escape.

Graves must've been able to tell. Ghost entered his room to find him already undressed and laid out.

"Thought you could use some stress relief." He purred at him.

Ghost took off the heavy parts of his gear before attacking him, hand around his throat while the other explored him.

Those fuckers were thinking of doing this.

Wishing they could put their grubby hands on his things.

"Are you sleeping with anyone else on base?"

The haze in Graves's eyes disappeared immediately. "What?

"Are you sleeping with anyone else?"

"No. Don't have the stamina for that." He laughed. "You wear me out, sugar." Graves smiled. "Are you?"

"No."

"Do you want to be exclusive?" Leave it to Graves of all people to just get why Ghost would ask.

"Let's talk about it later."

"Alright." Graves tugged one of Ghost's gloves off, kissing all his fingers.

Ghost could see all the bruises and hickeys on his body from where he had been earlier. No one could ever touch him without seeing where he had been. Slowly, Ghost's hands spread Graves's thighs, admiring the little cuts and bites he had left there two nights ago.

"Not so rough right there, still tender." Graves patted his shoulder and Ghost nodded, reaching up and binding Grave's hands to his headboard. After a moment of thought, he blindfolded him, ignoring the little pout he got for it.

Ghost's tongue laved over the marks, mask pulled up just over his mouth. Unlike his past partners, Graves liked the mask. He never asked him to take it off or whined when he wore it. It was comforting, if a little offputting when he thought about taking it off in front of him.

Would the mystique of him wear off?

That thought startled him. Since when the fuck did he care about that?

He bit his hip hard, feeling the slightest bit of blood where his canines cut him.

Graves moaned and pushed closer, nothing if not a masochist. Ghost spit on his fingers and pushed them into him, reaching as deep as he could.

"Still so tight. I'm going to start keeping a fucking toy in you." Another finger shoved into him, the pain of the stretching mixing with the pleasure of not being empty.

Graves spread his legs a little more, panting softly. "Don't like toys when I could just have you."

Ghost grinned, adding some lube to make this work a little faster. He curled his fingers in him and ran his tongue up to his belly button. "Good boy. Got you trained huh?" He sat up and put Graves's ankles near his head, admiring him. Ghost pushed in to him slowly, biting his lip. "Fuck."

"Please. Please." Graves whined and Ghost slapped him hard. He panted softly, body arching. "More. Come on, sir, please."

Ghost slammed into him, pulling the pocket knife he kept for this. He kept it wickedly sharp, ironically for safety. Slowly, he traced Graves's features, going along his mouth and then down his throat, careful not to cut him. Once he got to his chest, he made a slowly, shallow cut down.

Then, he got an idea. He thrust in hard, as deep as he could, going to where Graves's body bulged just a little around him. Right at where it stopped in the middle of his tummy, he carved his initials into him.

Graves held very still, arms shaking slightly. "What are you doing to me?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

Ghost finished the SR and his hips started to move again. Tears were running down Graves's face, legs shaking. His hole fluttered around him, body tensing around him. He grabbed his cock around its base, holding tight so he wouldn't cum just yet.,

"Beg."

"Sir, please, I've been so good. I'll do whatever you want, please."

Ghost continued to pound into him. He wanted to ruin him. Destroy every part of him. Break him open until all he could think about was Ghost pounding into him.

"Please, oh Ghost." He said with reverence. Like Ghost was a god he worshipped.

"I'm going to do whatever I want. Just keep taking it." Ghost growled at him, tracing the knife along his sides. "You need to learn to last longer."

Graves whimpered at him. "Ghost..."

"You can last a little longer yeah?"

Graves's head fell back as he tried his best. With Ghost's hand, he didn't really have a choice, but it was clearly getting to him. His body trembling.

Ghost bit along his shoulders and suddenly let go. He came immediately all over both of them. His body fell limply against the bed.

Ghost thrust in a couple more times before coming in him. "You alright?"

Graves whimpered, body still completely limp.

Ghost untied him and laid him in the bed. "Don't remove the blindfold." He got something to clean him up, gently getting all the cum off him before wiping some of the sweat off.

Gently, he rubbed feeling back into his wrist. Ghost kissed his cheek and helped him lay down. "You look lovely."

Graves hummed, still at a loss for words.

Ghost didn't mind, getting one of his tshirts over Graves's body before laying next to him and pulling him to his chest. Graves nuzzled under his chin and yawned.

"Sleep here tonight."

Graves nodded against him.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty #ghost x graves #graves x ghost

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sandinthemachine · 1 year

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Chasing Cars

König x gn!reader

Yeah, it's after the snow patrol song

Words: 1930

Warnings: This is an exploration of grief centered around the holidays. It's not written to be beautiful, it's not written to have wonderful characterization, it's written because I needed something to pour my emotions into.

I couldn't bring myself to post it on Christmas, and I almost didn't post it at all, but just in case there's someone out there going through the same thing, and happens to read this, I want this to tell you it's okay. I want this to tell you you're not alone. It's okay to cry, no matter how long it's been. Everyone around you is celebrating and having a beautiful time and there's a hole inside you that you feel like you have to ignore so you don't bring everyone else down. I see you. I love you. And you deserve the world.

All that being said, please only read this if you have the emotional capacity to do so right now. I won't be offended at all if you need to skip over it.

“Yeah, right there, that looks perfect.” You smile softly as König places the shimmering ornament far higher than you can reach. “Just a few more now.”

A rustling comes from the kitchen before your mother walks in, arms wrapped around a giant mixing bowl. “It’s looking really good, guys!” She grins. “Can you taste this, see if it’s any good?”

You chuckle as she holds the batter out to you, nudging König. “All yours, babe, you’re the star baker.”

He bites back a smile, shaking his head at you. “I am really not that good.”

“Lies,” you scoff.

König leans over the bowl, hovering a hand over it. “May I?”

Your mother nods, holding it out for him to dip a finger into. He pops it into his mouth, eyebrows furrowing in concentration before he nods. “Hmm, I think…” He clicks his tongue, humming. “It’s perfect.”

Your mother laughs, patting you on the shoulder. ��Keep him.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You turn back to the tree, regarding it with hands clasped. You feel König press into your back as he points to an empty spot. “How about there?”

“Yeah, that’s a good spot.” You turn as König leans into the ornament box. “What do you want to put…there?”

You trail off as he straightens, holding out a tiny green piece. A corvette. “This one?”

You nod quickly, swallowing. “Mmm-hmm, yeah, umm…” you clamp your jaw shut as the sound cracks. Without another word you turn and storm into the kitchen, your hands catching on the side door as you try to shut it behind you as quietly as possible, as normally as you can. You pause on the porch, feeling the freezing air biting through your clothes and gasp, slapping your palm over your mouth.

You drop into a crouch, inhaling through your hand and squeezing your eyes shut, holding the breath. It’s ok, it’s ok, you’re ok. You move your hand up to cover your eyes, letting out a trembling exhale. In…out. In…out. See? You’re ok. It’s alright.

The door opens.

A sob bursts from your throat. You shove your face into your knees, arms wrapping tightly around yourself, but it’s too late. The tears are coming faster than your lungs can keep up, and you pitch forward, rolling onto your shins and forearms and wishing you could sink into the boards you were now soaking.

A hand brushes against your back and you flinch, the fingers jumping back with a rushed apology. You shove yourself up a bit, wiping wildly at your face. “It’s,” you sniffle, sobbing again, “it’s ok.”

You look sideways to where König kneels next to you, his hands hovering in the air and his mouth twisted in an expression that wrenches your heart even further. He has no idea what to do.

You try to smile but it sours on your face, morphing into an ugly grimace. You don’t dare open your mouth again, not like this, not when you’re trying so hard to swallow down all the sounds in your throat. So you open your own shaky arms, and in an instant he’s pulling you into his chest, holding your head and shoulders as you break all over again.

You don’t know how long it takes you to calm down. All you know is the grounding feeling of one of his hands drifting slowly up and down your back as he holds you through…this.

He doesn’t know.

You never told him.

“König?”

“Hm?”

“There’s…somewhere I need to go.”

He doesn’t say a word as you lead him to your car. He stops you with a hand on your shoulder, holding out his palm until you get the hint and drop your keys into it. It’s a good idea. You’re in no state to drive.

You curl up in the passenger seat, staring out the window and only acknowledging his presence when you tell him where to turn. He lets the silence hang there, reaching over to hold your knee, his big hand engulfing it entirely. You place your hand over it and immediately he twists his wrist, fingers lacing with yours.

He holds his tongue as you guide him through the old iron gates and up the long lane to park beneath the old oak tree in the back.

You get out without even checking to see if he’s following.

He is.

He hovers just a pace behind as you walk through the rows of stones, counting. 6 from the edge, 5 in.

You stop in the middle of the row, dropping to your knees in front of a simple stone, reaching forward to pull a leaf off of it.

You hear König’s sharp inhale behind you and know he’s read the words. And the death date. A week before Christmas.

You sniffle, digging your hands into the cold grass in front of you. “I’m sorry I never told you, I, how could I-”

A warm hand falls to your shoulders and you look up, his outline dancing in your watery vision as he kneels. “I’m sorry.”

You nod, turning back to the grave, reaching a hand up to trace over the letters as you feel your cheeks moisten all over again.

“Hey, Papa,” you say, your words coming out wet and slimy. “It’s been awhile.”

“What was he like?”

You try to smile through tight lips. “He was…warm. I know everyone talks about how great people are once they die, but for him, everything they said really was true. He made dinners for the food pantry, and he’d sit down and talk with everyone that came in, get to know their life story. He’d take them out for coffee sometimes. He…” You pinch your nose, huffing a laugh through the tears. “He’d get us cards for every holiday. Not just the big ones, I’d get a silly card for something like the spring equinox or Groundhog Day, I’d get separate cards for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day…” you laugh, a real one this time. “I always thought it was so stupid, but…” you trail off, shaking your head.

With a shaky inhale you pick it up again. “He volunteered with the local youth group, too. Dozens and dozens of kids, and he remembered every one of their names, he remembered their favorite lollipop flavors and made sure they always got them. When he…” you pause, swiping at your eyes. “When he was sick we got letters, an entire box full of letters all the kids wrote, telling him how much they missed him, telling him to get…to get…get well soon.”

You pitch forward again, slamming your hands into your eyes as another round of sobs wracks your body. “We couldn’t…we couldn’t t-t-tell them, he wasn’t gonna get better, he…he…he was supposed to have months. The doctors said months, but the day after we got those letters he…”

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to say it.” König leans over you, tucking your face into his neck and pulling you into his lap. “He seems…really nice.”

You laugh, the sound chopped. “Yeah. Yeah, he was.” You inhale, breathing in the comforting smell of his cologne. “He would’ve really liked you, you know.”

His arms tighten around you, and you feel his chest expand with a stuttering breath of his own.

“You know what the worst part is?” You breathe the words against his neck, feeling the muscles tighten as he shakes his head. “He was perfect. He was just…a genuinely good person and…he was so much better than I could ever be. I feel like no matter what I do I don’t live up to that memory because how do you live up to someone like that? Everything I do just stains his legacy so much because I’ll never be-”

“No. No.” He pulls back, holding your face. “I don’t-” he sighs, his head falling forward into yours. “How can you say that? How can you tell yourself that…right after telling me how much he loves you?”

Loves. Present-tense.

You don’t even have the words to reply, so you just let yourself go limp, letting him hold you up for a little while while everything else drags you down.

It becomes a tradition, between you and him. Every time he comes home with you for the holidays he drives you to the grave. He brings a blanket the next times, and the pair of you sit with you leaning into him, cheeks soaking.

You tell him about the bones you sit above, all the things they’d done, everything you remember, all the things you wish could have been.

And he listens.

But this year is different. This year König arrives alone, a day before you two usually come. Hesitantly he sits next to the stone, leaning a shoulder on it and staring at the ground. And this time, he is the one who speaks, who opens his mouth and stutters out all the words he’s held close to his chest all this time.

"Hi, I guess. I’m…König. I don’t know if you’re watching me from somewhere or if you know who I am, but…” he sighs. “I don’t know how to do this. I never knew you but…I know someone who did. I know how much they love you, and I know how...I know how much I love them.” He rubs his forehead. “This is so stupid, but…Ah…I guess I wanted to tell you how they’re doing. Something like that.” He huffs. “The world is...well, I guess I better not swear in front of you...but the world is not so good all the time. You know that already.”

He pauses, tapping his hands along his thighs. “The world hurts…it hurts a lot...and somehow…they are still so hopeful and warm. And...knowing what they say about you I think that they're a lot like you. I wish I could have met you."

He takes a deep breath, drawing it out in a slow exhale that wavers in his mouth. "I hope that you can hear me because I want you to know...I, uh, don't think I'm exactly what you had in mind, if you ever did, but, uhh...I want to make them feel safe and I want to make them laugh after they've had a long day and...I just want to hear them laugh and see them smile, I want those things so much I am terrified by them, but...what I want you to know..."

He pulls a little box out of his pocket, flicking it open to tilt the shiny jewel towards the gravestone's face. "If only you could talk to me, tell me their ring size, eh? Yeah...well, I probably got that wrong, I just...well, I'm not here to ask for permission, they'd kill me for that, but I am here to promise you that I'm going to...I want to be the best damned husband I can be for them. And I... I probably should not be swearing on your grave so I swear on my grave, and if I ever hurt them and there is a God up there you are sitting with, I want you to make him strike me down himself. That is...that is all."

A few days later, you find yourself crying for a very different reason than you're used to.

And in some far-off place, some in-between that is neither here nor there yet not quite nowhere, an old man pulls his green corvette to a stop. He looks at the strange sky. And he smiles.

I don't really believe in a heaven anymore, but if there is one I know you're there. I love you, Papa.

#könig x reader #könig

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 8 months

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Not to alarm you (and not sure if you have already seen) but Brad Troemel (look him up he is known for his work with performance art and generally being a troll - and also has produced commentary on “parasocialism”) is working with Matty to write and create the upcoming SATVB tour. He has recently been interacting with fans in the 1975 subreddit asking them for lore and info regarding the band/members. He has started creating a sort of drawing with a lot of references and inside jokes within the fandom.

The reason I am telling you this is because someone mentioned Ao3 and he responded to the comment asking “what types of fan fics were people writing?”. Mostly everything he has commented back to fans on within the thread he has incorporated into the picture so far… so it’s not looking good for fanfiction authors/readers 🫠🥴😂

On top of that, I have a looming feeling that fans are feeding into the ideas surrounding parasocial behaviour exactly as he and Matty have planned/hypothesised - as fans are basically divulging all this info about matty and the band when in reality the constructed images we have of the band members are exactly that - constructed… as we don’t actually know them. Although, fans should be allowed to enjoy and engage in the lore surrounding the band itself, when the line between art and artist becomes blurred (as it definitely has with matty being matty) things become more complicated. I am inclined to believe that Matty hates the responsibility of being a perfect, intellectual, liberal activist which many fans of artists (swifties are an obvious example) now uphold them to. I feel like that is why he purposefully pushes that label away from himself by openly acting in a way that may be controversial. Despite this, I do believe that matty feeds into this behaviour and it looks like he is going to explore it with the upcoming show which should be interesting 👀

God don't I love when something addressed to me starts with "not to alarm you".

This isn't against you in any way but dear god this gets a massive air wank gesture from me. I am marginally aware of what's going on on Reddit and can I just say I don't care? Like I don't. Care.

I don't write fanfiction for them specifically, I write it for myself and for whoever else happens to stumble upon it and is curious enough to actually click on it. If that's Brad fucking Troemel and The King Idiot himself, how is that my problem exactly. I am not shoving it down their throats, they are going looking for it. Matty won't be the first nor the last celebrity to find fanfiction about himself on the internet. This isn't on me, it's on him.

That being said, if he decides that he wants to incorporate anything Ross-related from the stories he does find online, I'm sure no-one will be opposed?

God I so wish this was a normal band with a normal frontman who does normal gigs, sometimes. Fuck me.

#answered #matty healy #brad troemel #still at their very best #satvb #WHY

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mortalityplays · 2 years

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sorry to add to what’s probably a full inbox and I don’t expect a reply but it felt so nice to see such a compassionate analysis of the lamda controversy, I’ve already heard every take under the sun about how lemoine is insane or purposefully stifling progress but you truly emphasized the humanity in the situation. hope to see more analyses from perspectives like yours and hopefully from you in the future, it was so fulfilling to take in that compassion and empathy and it makes sharing the information you shared so easy and such an enjoyable experience because I don’t feel like I’d have to shove it down anyone’s throat or be as robotic and technical in my translation. truly remarkable. Thank you!

hey I'm actually going to answer this one because I really appreciate it and it touches on the reason that I wrote what I did the way that I did. the response has been overwhelmingly positive and kind, but the law of large numbers on a popular post means that I'm now also getting a bunch of shit from people who seem to think I'm a hopeless rube or I'm pushing misinformation on purpose or I'm advocating middle path-ism or whatever anybody's given projection is.

as a rule I am way more interested in the way that regular human beings receive and understand information about the world than I am in being the most correct and intelligent sounding person in a conversation. this is in large part because I'm fascinated by cults, scams and extreme belief - in that world, if you care at all about recovering people from expoitative belief systems, you have to let go of the idea that you have to win an argument. you have to meet people compassionately where they are and show them alternative thought patterns that they can explore for themselves. you can hector and scold and call people morons for believing the things that give them hope or comfort, you can write them off as pointless to waste energy on, but that really just cements to them that you don't care about their inner world and there is no reason to listen to you.

obviously I don't think 'maybe an AI could one day become sentient' rises to the level of that kind of extreme belief, but I think that people are drawn to it for many of the same reasons that they're drawn to crystal healing or top investor secret tricks to win at the stock market. I also think that 'being weird' or 'making stupid assumptions' is not a good reason to side with a monopolistic tech company over an individual employee who appears to be acting in good faith. I don't have to think someone is correct about their view of the universe to think that they mean well, or to think that we need better mechanisms for dealing with them than 'shut up idiot lol'.

it concerns me that the people who believe 'yeah absolutely an AI could be sentient right now' are focused on that to the exclusion of the many many many many immense material problems inherent in the situation. It also concerns me that the people who believe 'this is idiotic bullshit' are so focused on being smarter than the first group that they're willing to side with fucking Google in a case about corporate transparency. stripping empathy out of our view of the world universally makes us stupider, I'm sorry.

Anyway. I'm glad that people have found it an easy essay to share, and an easy essay to talk about (in either direction). A wider public conversation than 'he's wrong and dumb/he's right and AI real' is the best outcome here. If I had known that it would be read by more people than just the OP and maybe 3 of my close mutuals I might have phrased things differently and avoided some of the bizarre assumptions people are throwing at my inbox now, but then again maybe not. maybe I wouldn't written it at all. who knows.

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Hi! Sorry if you've already answered this, but I'm new to RNM so I'm just catching up. If you had been a writer on the show, how would you have written Maria? I'm disappointed they had 2 black women as less-than-likable characters and would love to hear your thoughts on a good storyline for Maria. Think of her as the blank slate she was in the pilot, not the character they made out of her, because there was so much wasted potential there! Feel free to ignore this ask if you'd rather <3

Anon, I wholeheartedly agree. There was a lot of potential with that character, but they completely ruined her beyond repair. Honestly, I've been giving over the years various scenarios that they could've had Maria in, and here are a few thoughts, though I know people might disagree on some or all of them. This is just a culmination of a few of the ideas I'd had for her since season 1.

The first and absolute non-negotiable thing; No They-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That, beyond anything else, is what completely ruined Maria for me and makes me loathe her. I've already listed all the reasons this cringey abomination of a relationship shattered her character in past posts, so I'm just going to leave it at that.

The second is that it would've been better if they hadn't had Maria be related to Isobel. If they wanted to give Isobel a sapphic relationship, they could've put her and Maria together in season 2, properly exploring their sexuality with one another, facing trouble as a couple. Then, when they broke up at the end of the season, we'd have season 3 of them navigating a deeper friendship, and then season 4 with Isobel ending up with Kyle because I love kybel too much, and maybe Maria with Dallas. As it stands, I love Dallas too much to want Maria anywhere near him.

The third is to completely scratch the whole "someone dies in my vision" season 3 plotline that went absolutely nowhere, and got us nothing but everyone obsessing over Maria the entire time. Had they followed my first two tweaks, then I don't think it would've bothered me as much, but considering we got the plotline we did in season 3 right after coming off of season 2, I just had no patience for it. I went into season 3 willing to wipe the slate clean, and instead we had her in the center and everybody just constantly praising the hell out of her being shoved down our throats, and it made things so much worse.

Finally, have her take some fucking responsibility for her actions. Have her face consequences for what she's done, the so-called friend she betrayed. I absolutely despise this idea that women can do no wrong that we have in stories nowadays, and if they're told off for what they did and they have to recognize their own mistakes and flaws, then it somehow diminishes their strength as a character, as oppose to actually strengthening it and making them more likable. It's why I think Isobel in season 1 was so much more groundbreaking than she is now. She was allowed to be selfish, self-centered, loves parties and thinks highly of herself, but was still kind and compassionate and loving towards her brothers. It made her real and flawed and that much more wonderful. Now it's like she's a guru for mental and physical health, and I find it boring and pandering. Like a female character especially isn't allowed to be into fashion and style, like her planning events somehow made her less, when I personally think it made her a far more fun character.

Obviously, if I went into great detail about these four things, I'd never be done, but since I have gone into great detail in the past, I'll just settle for these points now.

#ask rin #anti maria deluca #roswell new mexico

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robin-nightwing-agent37 · 2 years

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Hello! I'm a new anon, and I'm saltyyyy because It seems even the White Knight AU has to keep shoving the DickBabs endgame down our throats. I've been enjoying that AU story but it's getting really frustrating how not even elseworlds now can escape that thing.

I suddenly feel like I can't fucking avoid DickBabs no matter what story I pick with Dick in it. The only ones that come to mind are the Injustice AU (in which Dick is dead) and Kingdom Come but I guess it's been a long time since that one came out. I don't mention Nightwing the new order because that character barely resembles Dick. Even the DC vs Vampires story that's supposed to be for the action and fun has to have some nasty teen romantic subplot between those two characters (that totally takes me out of the story because they seem frivolous af when flirting while their friends and family are dying around them!)

What's the problem with having him single and NOT THINKING constantly about some romantic interest for just one storyline? Seriously, why? Isn't there anything about his character worthy of exploration anymore? To me, everytime they try to write him in a relationship with Barbara they make him a frivolous character (Also Is sickening how they seem to want to give Donna's place as Dick's bestie to Barbara)

I swear I'm gonna main Red Hood or Robin only on my Gotham Knights gameplay so THEY CAN'T SHOVE DickBabs content down my throat without my consent. Sjsidjfsjfkd. I will fight for my right to stay away of that ship to the end

*deep sigh* thanks for reading me! I'm going to sleep now :)

So White Knight AU has Dick Babs in a toxic, really shitty relationship. They had that variant cover which portrays them somewhat happy but we know that it ends pretty rerribly. Plus, the way Babs talks about Dick and forcing him to marry her because "he was too slow" didn't sit right with me. I wouldn't put too much thought on it.

I feel the same way. It was literally dead for 15 years until Dick Babs fans literally bullied Castelluci when she did Babs Bard (her canon love interest) over Dick Babs, despite the fact that Castelluci couldnt use Dick because he literally had a girlfriend. Castelluci then made Dick Babs a thing again randomly in Death Metal. its funny how these fans hate people like Dixon, Grayson or Castelluci but they are the ones who write Dick Babs.

I have no idea about the teen romance in DC vs Vampires? When was this mentioned? I know its hinted that Tim has been with Starfire? Its so odd.

Fanfic I guess? Dixon's run started going down hill fast once Dick started to be more involved with BOP. Dick feels very OOC in romance, but its more evident with Babs since the writers, for some reason, like to use him as a obstacle or stepping stool for her. Like in Young Justice how he was introduced as the tech/hacker/detective, but they need Babs to do something so now they have Dick downplay his own damn skills just so that they can have Babs come in and do something. Im so happy that she barely had any part in season 4. Because for some reason a lot of times when her character is around, his character is treated like hot garbage.

I want Dick to be single so bad it hurts lol i don't want Dick Kory, i don't want Dick Babs. I want Dick x good writing. lol I want to be away from this shipping shit. But his fandom is so freaking engulfed in it to the point it's all we ever talk about 90% of the time. And then, it sends a very bias and skewed message about the character because, depending on the spaces you go to; they be pro babs or pro kory. Like i stopped going to reddit because DickBabs/Tom Taylor fans have pretty much invaded the DC Comics subreddits and don't talk about anything else. They even LITERALLY started a ship war on the young justice forums. It's so bad and cringe. Y'all do know we can talk about Nightwing without having to bring up his shitty ass romances, right?

TBH I've thought about jumping ship a few times. Im not gonna lie. The Nightwing fandom has been very toxic lately since the start of N52. It's been very racist, ableist, and hypocritical sexist towards Nightwing, Nightwing fans and certain other characters, and it's starting to get to the point that im uncomfortable. Ive never been so uncomfortable within a fandom than I am right now. Even Tom Taylor's run makes me like feel very wrong. Like Nightwing right now feels very wrong, like if i support it I feel like im part of the problem? It just doesnt feel right and I dont know if DC will ever fix it.

I like Red Hood and I hate how the shipping problems that have infected the Nightwing fandom have literally crossed over to the Red Hood fandom. Now Jason cant do anything without it being "Nightiwng's sloppy seconds" Like my dude freaking chill.

*deep sigh* thanks for reading me! I'm going to sleep now :)

We all need a release sometimes. And I believe I just got mine. Atleast your being honest about how you feel.

#Nightwing #not my nightwing #my2cents #dick grayson #dc comics #canonvsfanon #barbara gordon #batgirl #antinightwingships #jason todd #red hood

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