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storm-of-silver · 1 year

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Final Light Allegiances

LONG POST AHEAD!!!

This is all characters thus far! Everyone here has a design, and majority have backgrounds or personalities. Feel free to reference this post whenever someone gets mentioned to learn a bit more about them, I will update this as needed. ???s are characters who exist but have no design, name, or personality yet.

All images and art of these characters can be found here, with short bios.

Colony of Clickers

A group of cats who, under their commander's guidance, were able to 'tame' the clicking ones and control them. They are the only colony to be successful post-Final Light, and are even allowed to roam during the day within their settlement thanks to the protection of the clicking ones.

Commander

Voice of Snow - Black tom with white speckles and blue eyes. The first cat to successfully rebuild a colony, but failed the Seasonal Trials. Ex-Colony of Fireflies.

Advisor

N/A - Voice of Snow, oddly, has refused to appoint an advisor. While nothing enforces this, many are unhappy about this decision.

Hunter Denning

Diesel - Ashen-colored tom with pale blue eyes. Shade of Maple’s partner. Huge flirt, openly poly, loves his boyfriend.

Shade of Maple - Calico tom with several scars. Diesel’s partner, ex-Colony of Bones.

Guard Denning

Wing of Hawk - Tortie tom with a short tail and large brown eyes. His epithet is “Talon of Hawk”. Ex-Colony of Mist, last known surviving member.

Winnie - White and orange molly with green eyes. Ex-Colony of Storm, Winter Paw.

Healer Denning

Arrow - Calico molly with blue and orange eyes. Stressed over the lack of healers in the colony, often works alongside the Dreamers. Ex-Colony of Storm.

Trainee Denning

Cypress - Silver molly with spotted tabby markings. Excitable and curious.

Student of Maple - Brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a red marking on his chest.

Followers of the Lynx

A remnant of the colonies of old, the Followers were and still are the protectors of the Lynx's artifact- one of the four artifacts a cat needs to become a colony's commander. They still accept challengers even now, the whole colony voting to determine if a cat is worthy of leadership. Ever since the Final Light, no cat has gotten a majority vote.

Leaders

Polarbear - Large white tom with tan spots and green/blue eyes. Leader by election, Slate’s partner. Secretly manipulating the Followers to prevent the Lynx’s artifact from ‘getting into the wrong hands’. Unfortunately, by his definition, any hands are the wrong hands. Killed Maia, an orange tabby who was a member of the Followers, in order to keep this secret.

Slate - Calico tom with green eyes and missing tail. Leader by blood, Polarbear’s partner. Aware of Polarbear’s crimes but chooses to stay silent in order to keep his only friend alive.

Members

Pumpkin - Brown and white molly with copper eyes. Has a collar with a pumpkin name tag. Previously a house pet, found and trained by Polarbear.

Heart of Ember - Tortie molly with green eyes. Ex-Colony of Bones, Call of Dream’s kit.

Ruin/City Cats

Less of a 'faction' and more of a vague group, the City Cats (or as they're more recently known as, the Ruin Cats) survived through sheer numbers alone, and continued on with life as if nothing had changed. Hundreds of cats still roam the streets, gather at the abandoned mall in massive groups, and trade and sell their goods. The only change seems to be the camaraderie many cats now feel for their neighbors- the sudden deaths of so many uncovering something lost buried in many.

Leader

Audrey - Black long-furred molly with blue eyes. Longest lived leader of the City Cats, famous for her honesty and honor.

Merchants

Cade - Hairless cat with pale yellow eyes. Mall merchant, sells herbs.

Members

Cross - Brown tom with grey-green eyes. Claws-for-hire, good friends with Audrey.

Isaiah - Brown and white tom with blue eyes.

The Dreamers

Ashamed in the part they played in Call of Dreams' ostracization, three cats agreed to atone for their actions by dedicating their lives to helping those who needed it. Over time they made a name for themselves for their selfless and virtuous actions, and others joined to help. The group named themselves after the cat who brought them all together, in her honor.

Founders

Song of Marigold - Beige and brown mackerel molly with violet eyes. The first and most vocal of Call of Dreams’ persecutors. Has been going after Dreams for months prior, and when she first spoke against her, the others began dog-piling. Feels no sympathy, but pretends anyways. Ex-Colony of Bones.

Ripple of Bramble - Torbie molly with green eyes. Openly accused Call of Dreams of falsifying prophecies for her own benefit. Ex-Colony of Fireflies.

Valley of Apricot - Orange tom with bright green eyes. Openly reminded everyone of Call of Dreams’ past as a lawbreaker. Ex-Colony of Storm.

Members

Breeze of Dawn - Orange mackerel tom with dull green eyes. Ex-Colony of Bones, Call of Dream’s kit. Hides his association with Call of Dreams despite loving her deeply, and fears everyone will look at him differently if they found out.

Ruby - Silver molly with dark grey markings and blue eyes. Extremely optimistic and bubbly, and passionate to learn about healing. Unfortunately for everyone (especially Dawn, who she likes), she sucks at medicine.

The Forgotten Colony

The Colony of Mist had two choices- flee, and lose their home they fought for so long for and lost so many to, or defend it and lose it all anyways. So, a third option was chosen: collapse the entrance to the caves, and live within the tunnels until the danger passed. As the tunnels collapsed, the Colony of Mist began their wait. With three years having gone by, hope dwindled, and the colony accepted that the world above was lost.

Commander

Commander of Ash - White and grey cat with pale yellow eyes.

Advisor

Voice of Dove - Grey tabby with green eyes.

Hunter Dennings

Blossom of Peach - White and orange molly with orange eyes.

Frost of Heather - Fluffy cream tabby tom with lilac eyes. Distant and cold, but friendly.

Echo of Sparrow - Cream and brown molly with brown eyes and white speckles.

Healer Dennings

Blur of Fennel - Brown tabby tom with a cream underbelly and green eyes. Short tempered and closed off, but extremely empathetic.

Stream Of Amber - White and orange mackerel molly with amber eyes. Selectively mute. Curious and reserved, likes to let Fennel talk for her.

Trainee Dennings

Outsiders

Call of Dreams - Tan and black molly with amber eyes. Also known as ‘the Shining One’, she was suddenly contacted by the gods who warned her of the Final Light. When she tried to relay the message, she was shunned. She stole three kits and ran away right before the Final Light, saving their lives and raising them as her own. Ex-Colony of Bones.

Creek - Grey tom with a black collar and green eyes. Bailey’s partner. He takes in and cares for whoever he finds, likely good friends with the Dreamers.

Bailey - Heavily scarred brown tabby molly with green eyes. Creek’s partner. Has a rough past as a city cat, which she isn't particularly ashamed of.

River - Short-haired blue molly with green eyes. Guards the river and helps cats across, especially when the river gets violent. Real name unknown.

Riddle of Raven - Long-haired black tom with white points and chest and orange eyes. Wears a necklace with fangs and claws as protection. Ex-Colony of Bones, Call of Dream’s kit. Left to find out what happened to his parents.

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faultsofyouth · 1 year

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August 14

PSA about dick-poisoning: it's real 😔 stay safe sisters

#my posts #i was so miserable in my last relationship i wish i realized then that love isnt supposed to feel that way #i had never been in love with a man before i thought it was just supposed to be different from how i felt with my girlfriends #and at the time i didnt realize that ''different'' in my head was code for miserable #i was so sickly depressed but i thought it had nothing to do with the guy fucking me and living in my house while also #telling everybody we knew that we werent dating and we weren't together. i thought because it started before i knew him #that he couldnt make it any better or any worse. and now i think #he really could've made it better but he didnt love me the way i thought he did and he didnt want to make that effort with me #and underneath it all he just didnt know what to say about it. he didnt have anything to say about it even when he was looking right at #i cant imagine my current bf acting that way he was the first person ever to be like 'what is that what do these say'#and he checks up on me so much i dont have to ask or anything he just misses me and worries about me #if my last boyfriend had cared about me that much i think he wouldve said Something. at least 'i wish you would stop'#i just felt so unwanted in my last relationship (i literally was) and the guy im with now makes me feel so different #like he wants me around all the time and not just when the rest of his life isnt working out as intended #all those tags and literally not once did i write out the words self harm or cutting or Anything contextual lmfao #'it' is the cutting babes sorry i cant articulate right

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milksteakkk · 2 years

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rules: make a new post and spell out your url with song titles then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

tagged by @swesq21

t: The 30th - Billie Eilish

h: Holiday - KSI

i: I Love You So - The Walters

s: Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Ray

p: Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

r: Redbone - Childish Gambino

o: One More Hour - Tame Impala

j: Jealous - Eyedress

e: Electric Feel - MGMT

c: COZY - Beyoncé

t: Tick Tock - Joji

1: 16 Mirrors - Alex G

s: Stan - Eminem

r: Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

e: EARFQUAKE - Tyler, The Creator

t: traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

i: I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys

r: Runaway - Kanye West

e: Electric Love - BØRNS

d: Dancing Queen - ABBA

[I CANT TAG 20 PPL IM SORRY💀]

@jamesmarriottistrilingual @givemespines @valmerz

#I DONT HAVE MANY MUTUALS #im so sorry tord thats so many letters #also apologies for the unwanted tag if u dont like being tagged in things #swes how could u do this to me #19 LETTERS #AND ONE NUMBER

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astridianmayfly · 2 years

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this is, perhaps, my most controversial take of all time,,,,but I don’t think Brendon Urie deserves to be treated like the antichrist for saying offensive shit 6+ years ago he apologized for and allegations that were entirely made up? Wish we could have a nuanced discussion about the privilege white-passing men have in the music industry while also allowing people space to improve themselves (to be clear--SA is always unforgivable). I just find it a little fucked that the celebrity y’all had to chase off of the internet was the one who’d dedicated their entire online presence to philanthropy and human rights activism. like lmao was that really worth it

#the tags are where I come to point out the illogical nature of this entire discussion #number one: when you make this conversation about band drama that is literally 13 years old at this point you detract from what we should #actually be talking about which is white people should NEVER say the n-word under any circumstances! you cannot reclaim a slur for a group #you are not part of and this is what we need to be talking about here.#he did not SA a band member. you are taking quotes out of context about a cheoreographed sequence he did with ryro during their debut #in which he played a character that was supposed to make unwanted advances on his bandmates. for years at panic shows various band members #come up to one another and do suggestive things #all band members joke about it and do it in good fun #including ryro who also nonconsensually did the same #things to brendon #next: sorry if you do not like pop music. if that is the case just do not listen. you are entitled to your own opinion but it is fucked #to perpetuate lies simply because you do not like the direction the sound that the band has gone in.#this is already getting too long but I am willing to have a civil discussion about these things simply because I feel like it is incredibly #weird to talk about parasocial relationships and celebrity culture while not realizing that simply assuming someone is evil who you don't #even know in real life is just as bad as any other parasocial relationship.#this is also not to convince you to like him. I do believe personally that the sheer amount of death threats I have seen just in a casual #corner of the internet is disturbing and unwarranted. And I think that in a broader context #if you identify as left-wing or progressive in any sense you must be more open to the idea that people can correct their behavior #and if you do not believe this you are supporting ideas that would be impossible without many individuals simultaneously changing their #behavior. I think that is a fair argument to make and I think that this conversation is important.#p!atd #panic at the disco #panic! at the disco #patd #ryan ross #dallon weekes #idkhow #anti brendon urie #viva las vengeance #brendon urie

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curiokytti · 2 months

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hi! sorry for asking, but could you reblog my pinned post please?? it would help a ton! donations are very slow and i need to keep spreading the word sorry i promise i’m not a bot i’m just scared and desperate

Alrighty. Sympathies for your situation. I do not have many followers, though, so do not expect too much, but I do wish the best for you and pray you find stability eventually.

For future reference, I do not reblog things like that often, unfortunately. The number of scammers on social media has made it an almost necessary (but morally disturbing, in my eyes) consideration to deep dive search to see if the person in need is legit.

#'being poor makes you poorer' is an unfortunate truth that is hard for others to understand if they have not experienced it. sucks.#also been forever since i got an ask. and tumblr decides to break on me for being there 4 the 1st time since forever. lol. had to rewrite #sorry for an unwanted tip but. scam blogs also post their scam a lot. if not for finding proof youve technically been here since 2011 #i would have believed enough that it was a scam.#i would suggest looking into rent help if youre in the us. if not. i apologize that i dont have knowledge that can help #ask #also i have no money but your art is fun. i hope you can continue and enjoy making art.#you Could try to sell services if you have the fortitude. but also ive had worse results in that than you (good job! legit mean it)#so what do i know. suggestions are circumstantial.#(i would assume people would know this bc it was right after i mentioned your art but just in case:#by services i mean making art and photoshop commissions. bwaugh (sfx))#i actually talk #do i have that tag on this blog? idk #strobe-fluid

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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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i love your writings so much! i need you to write about könig with maid!reader like i need air and water. könig who needs someone to take care of his house while he‘s gone, returning from his deployment only to find reader huddled up in a soft blanket on the couch, the house smelling of freshly baked cinnamon bread and lavender while she sleeps peacefully. he‘s so touch starved and the domesticity makes his heart and cock stir, he‘s never had any woman cook for him since his Oma passed away. poor reader is oblivious to her boss‘s infatuation until she‘s not, he‘s so awkward around her she thinks he just doesn‘t wanna be disturbed, but she doesn‘t know he uses her conditioner to stroke his cock every night, and now he can‘t help but get a raging boner everytime she passes by and he smells her hair :((((

Banner picture credit: @661ave

possession

noun

the state of having, owning, or controlling something.

Word count: 7 k Tags/warnings: 18+ only DARK FIC. Perv!König masturbating to thoughts of you + your stolen panties. Jealous & possessive behaviour. Dubious consent to having unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, size kink, breeding kink, implied age difference. Some fluff if you squint. A/N: First of all, I'm sorry if you expected something sweet & fluffy anon… This thing just came out of me. Also, @gremlingottoosilly wrote the best thing EVER for this trope so please if you haven’t read it yet go give it a read (dark content there too though so be warned!)

He’s good at repairing things. He prides himself in that.

And he keeps his house neat and clean: that’s not a problem. His papers are in order, his office is in order. His home is in order too, and so is his whole life – love life included because there is none.

He always ensured he’s not dependent on anyone, he never seeked a mother from a partner. Just for self-reliance's sake, he knows how to do his own laundry and meal prep for weeks. He learned to fold his t-shirts with an orderliness fit for the military when he was ten years old, just so that no one would have the chance to say he needed a wife.

He always vacuums the entire house before deployment, does the dishes, takes out the trash. And he doesn’t hate house chores… but he doesn’t like them either. His house is a sad, lifeless, gloomy place to spend time in. It’s big enough for a family, it has everything he needs to host a night for friends, but he doesn’t have any.

Family, or friends, that is.

When he hears that his co-worker – the one with a frigid wife and five unruly kids – hired a maid to do the cleaning in the house, he pauses to think. He doesn’t have a chaos in his home, but he’s got enough money to make life a tad easier. Besides, it’s only expected of a man of his position to hire an assistant of some sort, is it not?

It’s just that he didn’t expect housemaids to be this… cute.

There are quite a few applications, and he’s a sick bastard for choosing the maid solely based on the picture attached to the CV. He told himself it was also because it looked like this lady needed the money the most. He's a generous man, so why not help a woman in need?

Another thing he didn’t expect is how his house would start to smell so nice and look so cozy. It’s the small details, the tiny little things that make his chest burn. The way she uses softener on his shirts and folds not only his shirts but his boxers, too, or places a scented candle on the table when the weather turns cold. It’s clearly for his delight because it’s not one of those overly sweet apple or caramel things but something fresh, maybe spruce or fir.

She even bakes for him on the days when he comes back. The fact that a beautiful young woman bakes for him stirs something unwanted and long-forgotten in his chest. The sweet scent of home baked buns makes his cock stir, too. His place has never seen a woman’s touch, no one has ever baked anything here…

And he certainly doesn’t expect to find his maid sleeping on his sofa when he arrives home one evening.

She stirs immediately, and apologizes profusely for making herself at home like this. She starts to stutter and explain how she’s had a busy week and difficulty with sleeping, how she simply dozed off while waiting for the rolls to bake in the oven.

He stops her in the middle of her flustered excuses: she can take a nap here any time, it’s not like the furniture is going to wear and tear from use anytime soon. He’s barely even home, so it’s good that someone enjoys the sofa, right? She can use his bed too if she wants. More convenient that way, ja?

He realizes he went a little too far when she looks at him like he just offered to fuck her on the kitchen table. Which he has thought about, to be honest, for a good long while now. In fact, he’s thought about it ever since she started in this position a month ago.

It's her fault for being so unsuspecting and lovely, and she's playing with fire when she takes more dangerous liberties by showering at his house. He finds a women’s conditioner bottle in the bathroom and once, he even catches her doing her laundry here too. There’s a pair of women’s underwear in the pile of clothes she politely informs he’d have to fold himself this time because she’s in a hurry to catch her bus.

He’s far more intrigued by the innocent, blush pink strings greeting him from amidst his black and dark green clothes than by the fact that his maid is breaking the rules. Other employers would give her a warning or simply say she no longer has to come and work here ever again. Showering at his place, washing her clothes in his washing machine and taking a nap on his sofa border on violating the terms of their agreement, but he couldn’t care less. He would carve a hole in his chest if that would make her happy.

When he finds out she’s busy because she has to work two jobs, he raises her pay, despite the fact that she’s sometimes late and at times, leaves a little too early. She does her job well enough, so there’s no reason to complain. He would simply like it if they saw each other more... Which is ridiculous, he knows, because the point of having a maid is that she cleans his house when he’s away.

It just feels so nice to arrive home now that she's here. He’s never looked forward to getting back to his bleak modern mansion, but now he’s pining for his leaves like a young recruit who's got a girl waiting for him back home.

Even if she’s not there when he gets back, he can savour her lingering scent. He sniffs the dark woolen spread she might’ve slept under just moments ago, he eats whatever freshly baked goodies she has made for him. He sleeps with her underwear tucked under his pillow, and reaches for them before sleep. Or then he grabs them in the morning when he wakes up, already hard.

It’s nice to have an unhurried fap at home than to relieve his needs in some small grey room of a boring military base. It's far more enjoyable to stroke his cock with her tiny, cute underwear spread over his face. Sometimes he wraps it around his cock and jerks himself off to a quick, groan-filled release, adoring the way his cum stains her blushing strings.

His showers last for about 15 minutes nowadays.

It’s unheard of for a soldier, and he read somewhere that lonely and depressed people take longer showers because the warm water is supposed to make up for the lack of human touch and intimacy, and that may very well be true… But he also wants to take his sweet time stroking himself while using her conditioner as lube.

Coconut or peach, vanilla or argan oil, he lathers it all over his cock and imagines her hot, wet pussy. His hand is too calloused to give him any illusions of softness, but the mind-numbingly sweet scent takes him immediately back to her. Her eyes, her soft smile. The dreamy sway of her hips, the elegance of her wrists as she moves some item out of the way to sweep or scrub or clean a surface.

He faps with slick urgency, wondering if her eyes would go wide if she saw his cock. He wonders if she’s noisy in bed – is she a screamer, or a moaner? Would she claw at his back or simply cling to him if he fucked her?

And god, how he would fuck her…

Slowly at first, draw moans out of that soft mouth until she begs him to fuck her hard. He would drag her shirt up and her bra down until her breasts are exposed, then watch how they bounce as he starts to fuck her with purpose. She begins to tighten around him, looking so fucking desperate as her cunt starts to throb and pull him in. The first moan of surrender is needy and tight when she cums around his shaft…

He never gets any further than that because his cock spills with a violent jerk. He cums, long and hard across the tiles. Loads and loads of hot seed go to waste as he groans loudly, not giving a shit about making so much noise. Feeling hollow and deprived for not being able to shoot his cum inside her and then stay there, snug and safe and warm inside her cunt, he allows himself just one single sob.

He just wants to know how it would feel to cover her whole body with his as he slowly pumps the last drops into her. Sigh afterwards, breathe together, hold her close... Search for her eyes, check if she's in rapture too. Watch her come down from it while still squeezing him down there. Perhaps she’d give him a pleased giggle and a cute, weary smile.

"Scheisse–"

He leans on the wall, knowing that he's lonely, filthy, sick and obsessed. He lives in a dream world, and the thick conditioner takes ages to wash off. The withdrawal phase is worse every time he indulges in his dark fantasies and then has to live without her for weeks and weeks.

She's just his maid, a hired employee. She’s just an innocent woman with her whole future ahead of her.

He's just a colonel at a notorious private military company… He's just an old, horny, depraved soldier. Calloused, fucked up, depressed. Girls like her don't want anything to do with a man like him.

…

She asks if he wants his house decorated for Christmas.

She asks it with bright eyes and such a lovely smile that he tells her he doesn't own such junk, but he can pay her if she goes to choose him some and then comes back to decorate his place. Their unusual agreement gets more unusual still as she nods with shining eyes, then goes to the city to choose his Christmas decorations for him. He even lets her use his car, which is unheard of.

Soon, his windows are filled with lights and there are mistletoes hanging from the ceiling. She puts fancy little elves in the window, places Christmas flowers and candles everywhere she possibly can. He walks around the house with a coffee mug in his hand, suddenly awkward and shy when watching his maid put up the most sophisticated, elegant and adorable Christmas decorations he has ever had or seen.

Is this what a home should look like…? Warm, and light, and pretty, filled with cozy, useless things?

But it's not the items she got him that make a home, no. Home now equals rich, home-cooked meals, or the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon rolls greeting him at the door. Home is a cute girl, returning his obsessive stare with a small smile and telling him to stay safe before he leaves to kill people. Home is a woman who's the perfect wife material, so fuckable and sweet, who's fussing over the fact that he doesn't even have a Christmas tree.

He gets it before her next visit – meaning, her next shift – and decorates it himself. It looks clumsy and uneven and a bit sparse, but she compliments him on it when she arrives. The looks she gives him are so warm and playful that he starts to have some hope – hell, a full surge of it – and he also starts to miss his hood. He's feeling awkward as it is around her, he doesn't need to be blushing in front of his suddenly flirtatious maid... Men don’t fucking blush when a woman flirts with them; they fuck them until their knees give in.

With no small amount of hidden guilt, he finally confronts her with her underwear, telling her she forgot something and that he found these in his laundry pile. Taking sick satisfaction from seeing how she's the one who's flustered now, he forgives her for washing laundry in his place. He's a merciful man, after all.

There's still some cum on the lace as he returns her possession to her, and he hopes he's just imagining the shock in her eyes when she takes them back. It's his way of saying that he likes her a lot, but the flirting ends immediately, the playful smiles stop, and he knows he fucked up big time. The warm, lively woman is gone, she suddenly resembles an ice sculpture who's about to flee his apartment at any given moment, and he could hit himself in the head with a big metal bat.

What the fuck was he even thinking? That a woman would appreciate it if he returned her panties covered in old, dried cum?

He's a fucked up pervert, and he has lived in a dream world, and now reality awaits.

He shuts down and shuts up after that, keeps the connection pure, pristine and professional. She's just here to do her job.

The holidays approach, and he's sulking, knowing that he won't see her again in at least six weeks. He'll have to make do without a maid, and he'll have to numb his whole soul to get through yet another lonely Christmas.

Well, not lonely: this time he spends it with the decorations she got him. They can keep him company during the lonely masturbation sessions. They can watch him live on takeout food and remind him what a horny, sad loser he is.

So his last attempt, his last minor sin is that he gets her a Christmas present. She's about to leave, hurrying to some place where she's loved and cherished, or then about to get fucked because she has her hair and make-up done. The jealousy creeps up his spine like a viper as he watches her get all dolled up.

She's so very grateful to him for allowing her to get ready here and use his bathroom, and he plays the generous, kind gentleman while gritting his teeth, trying to ignore another demanding erection telling him to dick her down and make her stay down. Make her bake for him and sit on his knee as he squeezes her tits and watches her stare turn dumb. Tell her to douse the lights and light the candles, tell her to undress in front of that stupid Christmas tree, order her to lie down on the mat and spread her pretty legs for him…

She's standing at the door, a cute girl turned into a seductive goddess, while he's about to enter into another lonely brain fog. She grabs her coat and grants him one of those warmer smiles as he walks to her with an envelope in hand.

"I got you something... Merry Christmas."

"Aw… You shouldn't have…"

She accepts his gift delicately with both hands, clearly surprised and pleased. When she opens the gift, she laughs and then covers her mouth with her hand. It's a gift card to Victoria's Secret, and with a relatively large sum on it, too.

"Oh god... Ahah, okay. I like your humour," she laughs again, then gives him a wink and an exceptionally gorgeous smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He's fully aware that he sounds like an ominous, threatening robot. His voice has an effect on women; most flee, some get curious. She's one of the few who don't know what's good for them at all.

He never had a gift with females, and even with his position, experience and age, he still feels like he’s trying to court a breathtaking alien species whose native language he can’t quite understand or speak. The silence stretches on, and her smile slowly fades, making him perfectly aware of the fact that he should say or do something assertive, something charming, instead of just standing here, looming over her. When the playful stare then turns into a helpless, pitying one, the kind his mother used to wear when she discovered he had been bullied again at school, his hands start to go numb.

Jerk off and kill, those are the only things he ever was good for…

"Mm... I'm afraid I have nothing for you," she says apologetically.

Ach so… She’s ashamed for not getting him a present.

Well, shit. Fuck.

"Don't worry about it."

"No, I mean… I thought about it. You're the kindest employer I've ever had. I really appreciate it... and I love working for you."

"That’s nice to hear."

"I just didn't know what to get you. I don't know what you like."

He's trying to ignore the pull of his chest, the sick burning in his loins. His cock is stirring just from the way she's looking at him. Inviting, adoring, waiting.

"You already got me Christmas decorations."

"Yeah, but… You paid for them."

"Aber... You baked for me. No one's ever–"

He shuts his mouth before making a complete fool of himself.

"Well, I'm glad you liked my buns," she laughs, then bites her lip, realizing what she just said could be taken in many ways.

"I truly did."

She guides her stare to the floor and smiles, and the electricity between them… it just can't be only a fabric of his imagination.

"Take care of yourself. Ok?" He says, then swallows a lump in his throat, but it never quite goes down. She’s still waiting for something; the tension between them is petrifying.

"I will," she says, her voice a bit frail, and far too sweet. "You too. Take care."

She gives her last smile to him; it’s sad and somewhat disappointed as she turns around and reaches for the door.

"Wait," he calls, purely from the hard instinct that tells him to fucking do something about this heavy, sickening tension. She immediately turns with hope in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"I… Ah, glückliches neues Jahr."

"...What does that mean?"

"It means 'Happy New Year'."

"Oh," she laughs, "I thought it was something naughty…"

Shit.

Shit…

"Ich möchte deine Muschi lecken."

She freezes with her hand still on the doorknob. That fucking sentence was so dark it left little or nothing to the imagination... It was thick enough to make it clear that he’s not a kind, generous employer, nor is he a gentleman.

"What's that?" She asks, her pretty voice barely a whisper.

"Something naughty."

Her hand lets go, it falls to the side. She even tilts her head before her voice turns thick and suggestive too.

"Really…?"

"Yes."

"Well don't be shy. Tell me what it means."

Playful, naughty, dirty.

She wants to fuck. She wants to fuck.

Is this a filthy dream or is this really happening?

"I want to lick your pussy."

There's an intake of air, just a soft gasp. Batting of long, dark lashes, just before the stars in her eyes start to shine in full.

"Oh," she breathes. "Is that so?"

"Ja."

It wouldn't be the first time someone offers him cunt just out of spontaneous pity. It wouldn’t be the first time he accepts it. A man like him takes whatever he can get.

Pity is apparently what's happening now, because his maid starts to undress.

With a victorious shine in her eyes, she drops her coat to the floor, then unbuttons her jeans. Takes away her shirt and bra with shaky hands while maintaining that seductive, downright filthy eye contact. More and more of her skin is exposed as she quickly strips in front of him, finally slipping out of her black, see-through underwear while he's trying not to shake from dark urges and lust.

When she's naked, flush and bare, her fingers start to slide up her thigh. The other hand is pressed against her side as if shy. She’s either offering him a Christmas present in the most elegant way, or then she’s concerned about getting licked and fucked sore. It's like throwing a dog a meaty bone and then putting the hound in a loose chain, just an inch away from the mouthwatering sight and scent. She steals one look at his erection, currently trying to rip its way through his pants. The gross tent is pointed at her, and she knows it: she knows she has him on a leash, but only barely.

"Go ahead then," she whispers.

He falls straight to his knees, and presses his whole face against her softly trimmed hair. When he opens his mouth, she shudders, clearly not ready for someone this starved trying to devour her whole.

She doesn't know she's about to sleep with the devil… If she knew, she would be out the door by now.

It's too late now: he engulfs her, locks her in place by wrapping his arms around her hips.

Mein.

Mein…

He could rub his face in her sweet cunt forever, but that won't do: she said he could lick her, so that’s what he’s going to do. After a few bites and nibs, after inhaling the sweet scent of her and squeezing her long and hard in his embrace, he finally rises and carries her to his den. There’s only loneliness there in his bedroom, just stale sweat and old musk staining the sheets, but she softens on the linens when he goes down on her.

Her pussy is already throbbing and wet when he gives her the first, fat lick. Next up, soft little laps to make her thighs drift apart. Some long, teasing circles on her clit, and she starts to sigh - he’s not an expert, but he knows she won’t find a more enthusiastic cunt licker in this city. Or this whole country… Perhaps the entire world.

And she's not a screamer, she’s a moaner. She also whimpers a lot. He switches between giving fast attention to her clit, then slow tongue fucking to her hole. The scent of pussy fills his room: they only talk to each other through moans and whines and groans. He breathes into her like a panting dog: she whimpers under torture like she actually likes it, and likes him. Like she actually prefers his bed to any other place in this world.

He fucks her with his mouth, sloppy and hungry; he could french kiss her pussy forever like this. He could spend every evening licking her to ruin.

"Just like that… Just like that… Don't stop…"

He's as hard as can be; he's about to lose his fucking mind. If she doesn't cum soon, he might just die from having to listen to those unhinged cries.

To help her out – because he's a generous, generous man – he slips a finger inside, earning another spill of filthy moans.

"Oh god ohgod oh fuck–!"

She sounds dumb and helpless as he eats her out like she’s his last meal. His chin is drenched and his cock is hard as the poor girl leaks all over her ass and on his bedding. He adds another finger, starts to fuck her slow and steady. She's more than prepared for his cock, and when he starts to do the alphabet on her clit, she whimpers, whines, and finally, screams.

The feel-good hormones flood his brain when she cums. He kisses her through it and slows down the torture gradually, gives her some space to pulse and throb and leak against his chin.

Women need a lot of stimulation; that’s what he has learned. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and he doesn’t want to ruin the explosion by overriding her senses. When he rises from a job well done, he sees how some of her makeup is ruined.

Yeah. Fuck... A screamer, a moaner, and a crier.

And he's only about to fuck her…

"Das war gut. Good pussy," he mutters and licks his lips, high above his pretty little prize.

"Oh–oh god…"

Poor thing is so flushed, desperate and helpless; she jerks as he taps her clit with his cock, whines when he forces the fat, leaking tip into her folds.

"Wait–"

"I will fuck you now."

"Sir… Please, could we use a condom? Please…"

She's still calling him sir like she's at work. Like he's her superior, or worse yet, an officer, a colonel she's not supposed to flirt with, let alone spread her weak little legs for.

"Hm. I don't have any."

"I do," she's panting heavy on the bed, clearly reluctant to get away from his cock, too weak to get up after his thigh-shaking treatment. It would give him a year’s worth of confidence to witness her in this state, if she would only let him finish the job. Right here, right now. Dip it in raw and blow a load inside that sweet, aching cunt. She might just end up with his child...

But the moment is ruined: he hates condoms, and he hates it that she has them with her. Jealousy starts to eat his mind like there's a can of worms poured inside his brain.

Who does she carry condoms for? Does she get fucked often...?

How many does she have, one, two, three? A whole pack?

She rises to get the darned piece of plastic, and the thick thunder in his head is making him seriously consider locking her up and throwing away the key. Women shouldn't be running around like that, hungry and desperate for a dick. She should stay at home, his home, and go crazy when he returns from war. The rage is the only thing keeping his cock from growing soft.

"It's too small," he laments when the condom is finally in place but barely reaches the base of his shaft. It's going to roll off if he fucks her like he intended to… Good, long, deep and hard.

She bites her lip as she stares at the sad little wrapping trying to render his cock harmless. Surely she can see how stupid and useless this is… Either he gets her a morning after pill tomorrow or then he pulls out, but the condom has to fucking go.

"It's… okay," she swallows. "It's okay. Let's just… If you're clean?"

"I am."

He doesn't tell her he hasn't had a woman in months. Almost over a year.

And he’s clean; he keeps everything…in ordnung.

He rolls the cursed plastic off, and his cock immediately bounces back up: hard, demanding and ready. He throws the condom away, just somewhere, anywhere, as long as it's out of his sight. Wasting no time, he's back at her cunt, and bullies himself in.

"Ah ja… Das ist schön… Sehr schön."

Nothing compares to the feel of a real cunt, hugging him tight. And fuck… He can actually fit fully inside her. He fits like a glove.

"Oh ja. Das ist... I'm not going to pull out. It's not an option. Ok?"

It's not a warning, it's a simple, honest statement. She looks at him with a fearful, desperate stare as his balls arrive to press against her flesh. Yes... nothing beats a wet pussy and a frightened stare.

"Ok…"

"It's better this way," he promises, wondering if it would make him a bad person if he disposed of her condoms first thing in the morning. "Ja?"

"Yes," she sighs. "Feels so good…"

The tightness in his chest falls down, all the way to his stomach and forms a bittersweet knot there. Why does she keep looking at him like that…? He's not hurting her, she's not exactly afraid, it's something else that's making her give him those dumb doe eyes.

"You're pretty," he rasps while trying not to start a complete fuckfest in every meaning of the word.

"O‐oh…?"

"Ja… It's illegal to be that pretty. Someone might want to fuck you..."

"Please do," she almost chokes on the words while looking up at him. "Please…"

If this is a dream, it’s the best dream he’s ever had. She's so perfect, far more needy and helpless than he ever imagined. He moves before he drives them both to madness.

"I'll fuck you, Liebling. As many times as you want. As hard as you want."

He can't remember when was the last time he sounded so soft. Or reassuring... He can't remember the last time a woman was so responsive to his cock. But he fucks her. He fucks his own sorrow into oblivion, too. He pauses only to take a good look at her and remind himself that he’s truly inside the sweetest pussy he’s ever had.

He even whispers lies to her ear about how she doesn't have to worry: he'll get her a plan B after this. The girl turns a bit wild now that it's somewhat safe to be fucked by an animal. She lets him lick and bite her breasts, and thoroughly abuse her cunt. At some point she grabs his face with both hands and kisses him, hungry and sweet. Squeals into his mouth as his balls slap against her ass, hugs him like a drowning person when he picks up the pace and starts to lose himself in her pussy. The feel of a woman's hands around his middle is a sensation he's forgotten completely.

"You like that?" He starts to talk nonsense between her sloppy kisses, pleased with his own soft voice, with her, with everything in his life right now. "You like my cock? Hm?"

"Yes… Oh fuck, I'm…"

Fuck, she's about to cum again... He's in heaven, no, he's somewhere near Eden. She suddenly goes still, and sinks her nails in his back, just before a cry cuts through the air. It reminds him of the aftermath of a grenade detonating; her moans pierce the air, and he can’t get enough of it. He wants to swim in those screams.

He was supposed to make love to her for hours, but it's crystal clear now that this won’t be a long session. He's a selfish asshole for chasing his own peak next by fucking her through her second orgasm like a rabid dog.

"Oh das ist sehr schön, das ist gut… Ach für–scheisse—"

He sounds a bit too pathetic, and quickly buries his face into her neck to escape her lovely, adoring stare. He fucks himself into a big, fat, blinding explosion, he can barely hear the thundering roar that meets her sweaty neck.

She's scared silent by his despair, poor little thing. And he just fapped this morning… But the orgasm compares to the first time he came, it's violent, abrupt and rough. Sadly, the descent is too heady, and too quick. Nuzzling deeper into her hair, he tries to listen to her heartbeat but only hears his own beastlike panting.

"Ok… Ok. I guess we both really needed that, huh?"

She's laughing and out of breath as she gathers their pieces and constructs some kind of a new reality out of them. He rumbles in agreement and refuses to pull out – now that he's inside her, he'll never fucking leave.

"Will you stay? For the night…?"

His question is met by complete silence. She just breathes, then buries her fingers in his hair. He feels like melting chocolate; for the first time in his life, he's somewhat relaxed and content.

"I… I'd really like to but… I can't. I have a party to attend.”

She gives him a quick kiss on the head, then ruffles his hair. She fucking pets him while he’s plunging into some deep recess with the raw, post-nut clarity.

She just needed a fuck… She just needed some cock. And a gift card, so she can buy nice things for the men she allows to lick her to ruin. Fuck… She's even worse than him.

“I'm sorry..."

"It's ok," he hears himself say. She’s too fucking gentle as she drags her fingertips across his scalp. Her other hand comes to trace his jawline, and her thighs hug his waist so good that he would have no trouble making love to her again. Just start another round with a slow roll of hips. Fuck her until they're both sweaty and crying, fuck her full of his cum and chain her to the bed, for safekeeping as he goes and gets himself a beer in between the sessions.

For some reason, he can't quite bring himself to act on this wish. Not when she just cried from how good he was, not when she's petting him like he's a good dog who's earned his rest.

He gives himself a minute before pulling out, and she leaves his bed in silence, tiptoeing into the bathroom in a hurry. Trust a maid to not want to stain the floor with cum when she just scrubbed everything clean…

She takes a quick shower and fixes her makeup, then picks her clothes from the floor. His heart is hammering in his chest, but his breaths remain even as he watches her get dressed. He even offers her a ride to the party, which she accepts with apologetic gratitude. It’s held at someone's home: a house party is a sight he has only ever seen from outside.

She gives him an uneasy, distant smile and a quick kiss before thanking him for the evening and the ride. Then she half walks, half runs across the pavement and up towards the door to be let in by her already drunken friends. Some man embraces her, and the white rage inside his skull is telling him to grab a gun, rise from the car and start a good old mass shooting. Instead, he guides his stare to the asphalt and drives off.

He goes home and has a beer, the rage and longing giving his insides a good stab every five or ten minutes. He watches some TV, then mulls over whether to sleep on the couch because her scent is still on the sheets.

It starts to rain outside, and reality kicks in. When it rains, it pours… He decides he actually hates Christmas, and he also can't stand the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Too tired to dump them in the trash, his feet carry him to the bed, cold and soiled and wrinkled from past love that never was.

The clock is only half past ten, and the doorbell rings just before he takes his shirt off. For the umptieth time this day, his heart starts to race, reminding him that it's not wars that are cruel, but women.

When he opens the door, she's standing there in the rain. Utterly soaked, dripping wet, sad like a stray cat, lower lip trembling from cold.

"Sir?" she declares, "I'm afraid to fall in love."

There’s a spread of wings inside his chest, catching wind like a soaring eagle. It’s a fell swoop and a heady high at the same time, a burning pain right there over his heart as he looks at her, lonely and sad and so adorably lost. Beautiful and wet, like a trampled little flower after a summer storm. She's perfect, just perfect.

And has she walked all the way back here…? There’s no sign of a taxi, no sounds of a car or a bus, and she looks like she's wetter than a wet dog.

"You’re afraid to fall in love…?"

She nods, then bursts into tears. Her tiny shoulders rise and fall with sobs, the rain makes long, wet strings of her hair. He takes a step and tries to pull her in, but she won't come. Stubborn, incredible little thing…

"Liebling... Me too."

"Really?” she raises her sad stare to meet him while trying to wipe her ruined mascara in the midst of falling rain. “You seem like the kind of man who fears nothing..."

"Oh I fear a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"Like… flying, for example."

"But you fly all the time?"

"Exactly."

She's sniffling and pouting and sobbing, like a princess who always got everything she wanted. He wonders if she's the kind of girl who would've laughed at him in high school, or looked him down her nose. If she would've joined the bullies and been the one to say she’d never sleep with a freak like him…

"Let's get you inside. Hmm? You must be cold."

She won’t come, no matter how hard he tries to coax her to come inside his dry, warm house. The rain falls in mats behind her as the city sleeps, vibrant and vigilant. He thought he already broke his heart to the point it couldn’t get more broken anymore, but the look she gives him as he tries to pull her inside is making it burst and shatter into pieces again.

If she's a princess, she must be a battered, broken one.

"Come on. I'll give you a bath," he tries to entice her. "And then we’ll tuck you in. That sound gut?"

"Yes," her shoulders drop as she finally accepts his asylum. "Thank you, sir…"

"And don't call me sir unless you want to make me hard."

She breaks into a fragile, shy smile while looking down at the tips of her drenched ballerinas. Then she allows him to drag her in.

He helps her out of her coat and hangs it to dry while his pretty little kitten gets out of her clothes for the second time this evening. A strong, powerful possessiveness settles in his chest as he guides her to the bathroom and draws her a bath. Then he pulls her shivering, naked body against him so that she wouldn’t feel cold while they wait for the tub to fill with water.

What happens next is soft and gentle, the kind of unhurried exploration he never had time to do because the few females he was with were always in a hurry to get away from him and his needs.

This pretty thing just eases herself into the bath. A timid but trusting little creature, who allows him to study her body like it’s already a possession for him to play with. She lets him rub her tits and tease her clit, caress her neck and face and waist. She does so with patience, love and hope. He’s been extremely tender and extremely slow with her; perhaps that’s why she doesn’t run away from him.

"You're too good for me," she whispers when his hand comes to rest on her stomach, just below her tits.

"...What?"

He barely hears what she’s saying, he can hardly hear her speaking at all because he’s there in the water with her, submerged in the hot, soothing liquid, even if he’s crouching next to the tub in reality.

"Oh please... You're everything a woman could want," she complains softly.

"What do you mean.”

She sighs and looks up to the ceiling, as if begging for help. Then she starts to list things.

"You're… Rich? And powerful, and strong. Kind and considerate. Mysterious... With a great body and a big dick, and still wanting to go down on a woman... It's insane."

He tries to remember how to breathe, but she’s not done yet.

"I'm sorry but… No one's ever eaten me out like that. You must be so experienced."

Her praise eclipses everything, even the thoughts of wanting to kill everyone who's had a taste of her.

So, the boys she's been with don't know how to please her… Stupid arschlochs don't understand what true devotion means. Even a fucker like him knows it's better to make a woman cry out of pleasure than out of fear. Although he always had a talent to do the latter…

And he's not experienced, he's just fucking horny. He just likes to eat pussy.

But that's not something she has to know. Better to have her keep the illusion that he's a dream catch, a rich cosmopolitan of some sort. What a joke…

"You’re literally perfect," she moans from the bath like the princess that she is. "How are you even single?"

"I'm not… right in the head, I guess."

"Well, neither am I."

He can’t look at her. Not when she’s open and trustful and sweet like this. But her hand comes to rest over his, under the water, under the safety of the surface.

"No one is."

"No. Wirklich, I’m a bit sick. Always was. I jerked off to your…" He leaves the rest of the sentence unsaid, risking a look into her eyes.

"I know," she smiles. "I don't mind… Actually I think that's hot."

"Liebling…"

"I think I’ve had enough now. Can we go to bed…?"

"Of course."

She giggles when he lifts her from the water, smiles as he dries him with his towel like she's a wet little kitten he rescued from rain. And perhaps he did... She caresses his chin when he carries her to bed, and reaches for him as he accompanies her under the sad, steel-blue sheets.

He doesn’t need to fuck her, not right now. It’s enough that she’s here: soft, trapped, and tame. His, just his.

Not another lonely Christmas for him ever again…

And she latches herself onto him like he’s the saviour she’s been waiting for all her life. Poor thing doesn’t know that he may be rich and powerful and strong, but he’s not kind. He’s not considerate, and he’s not perfect. He’s her worst nightmare, he's everything a woman would despise.

He’s single because no one ever stayed. No one stayed after they saw who he really was... Some even had to flee the country.

But he knows she’ll stay. He’ll make sure that this cute one never leaves. No, this one is not safe from him, even if she tried to escape him to space.

"Are you still afraid?"

He caresses her head, pressed against his chest. She’s unsuspecting and lovely, the perfect woman, hugs him so tight and sighs from simple, lamblike happiness.

"No," she smiles softly. "Not at all... I know you'll treat me right."

#könig x reader #könig x you #könig fanfiction #yandere könig #tw: dark content #könig smut

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unicornprincessinthetardis · 1 year

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I posted 6,768 times in 2022

That's 3,150 more posts than 2021!

7 posts created (0%)

6,761 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wellpresseddaisy

@starry-nightengale

@nonasuch

@neerdowellnarrator

@spacetalbot

I tagged 1,170 of my posts in 2022

#bbc ghosts - 74 posts

#videos - 65 posts

#not described - 63 posts

#doctor who - 53 posts

#long post - 50 posts

#dw spoilers - 50 posts

#derry girls - 40 posts

#gifset - 38 posts

#art - 35 posts

#six idiots - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like at least a bit? don’t know if it’ll develop any more don’t know even if it does if it’ll go any better than the previous relationships

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Buttons Aesthetic! [See previous submission below xP] -Starry

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Hey! No pressure, I was just Feeling Things and made some moodboards and thought you might wanna see~. So here’s a Pre-Ball Cinderella Aesthetic, and I also made a Buttons one too which I will be following up with in a second.

-Starry

They’re both gorgeous, and so evocative, Starry! Perfect for them and now I am Feeling Things too. Thank you so much for sharing them with me and for making them of course~ (and I see that reference to your fic in this one, don’t think I don’t 👀💖)

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Butterfly (small tortoiseshell?) that I found flying about my room this evening and after a small panic about whether it was a moth and in iminent danger of harm because of the light and then, once it had settled a couple of times on surfaces, about what to do for the best before I thought of googling it and discovered the solution, that it should be caught and left to calm down & if possible coaxed to a wall or ceiling in an unheated outside space as a better place for hibernation than inside a house. I didn't trust myself to catch it safely so asked my dad to help and he got it in a large dark jug (with a sponge for a temporary 'lid') and we took it outside to the garage and left it there to calm down and hopefully to explore and find a place to hibernate, but while I was waiting for my dad it settled a couple more times and I managed to get a few photos. They're maybe not very good, but I wanted to share them with somebody (there are others but the butterfly is basically just a motion blur in those)

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I know it’s kind of silly when I barely post original stuff but I wanted to so here we are #Also I’m slightly surprised that they decided that tag is my longest when I thought I must’ve had at least one that used all 140 characters #Also if those function as actual notifying tags: sorry to nona and daisy bc you must get enough notifications without my year in review #automatically tagging you like that and both hi and sorry if it’s an unwanted notification to my mutuals :)

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the0nlyallison · 11 days

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Imma do a notes challenge (yes, another one), but this time it's just with a whole buncha random shit lol

BY OCTOBER 19 (MY BIRTHDAY)

20 notes: Deep clean room

40 notes: Sell unwanted clothes

80 notes: Create an accurate sleep schedule

120 notes: Deep clean bathroom

160 notes: Work on my abs for a month

200 notes: Create nails side hustle

240 notes: Create an effective skincare routine and stick with it

280 notes: Practice guitar for half hour a day

320 notes: Post a video of signing a song in asl

360 notes: Dye / restyle my hair

400 notes: Get three piercings

440 notes: Get a tattoo

500 notes: Buy an iPhone 13

550 notes: start college essay

600 notes: practice Duolingo French for a whole month

650 notes: write a poem / page of book a day

700 notes: read three books a week

720 notes: will find something to do about my anxiety

1000 notes: Post a very embarrassing secret / story (will have a vote a which kind)

RULES:

There are no rules. You can like, reblog, tag, comment, etc as many times as you want. This is my way of getting motivation. If y'all are taking time out of your day to try to push me to reach my goals, then I'll take the time to actually do them. I have struggled so much with motivation and doing these kinda makes me excited, like it's a game with one another lol Just have fun y'all

Also I'll make / post proof of each one just for fun also

Imma tag some people to get started: @art-of-fools @catinasink @daydream-of-a-wallflower @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep @finnslay @gergthecat @half-eaten-baguetteee @iburntmybrotherwithdeodorant @kimu-dem @kykafitzdinguss @nqds @percabeths-blue-cookies @shuhuaspookie @urbanflorals @mqstermindswift (I am so so sorry if you did not want to be tagged)

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angelltheninth · 11 months

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Ace, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Rook and Malleus with the “I swear it was an accident.” prompt where they accidentally touch/grope the fem reader?

These poor guys can't catch a break can they lmao.

Pairing: Ace, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, accidental touching, grinding, sleeping together, cuddles, neck kisses, blushing

A/N: Prompt is from this list, there's a lot of fun ones here.

18.“I swear it was an accident.”

Ace really was an accident. He was too wrapped to in his work and wasn't even looking at you. You held out a bunch of papers for him only for his hand to pass by and touch your chest instead. The poor guy squeezed once and pulled back so fast he fell out of his chair, swearing he didn't mean it on purpouse.

Leona planned it but did it while you were sleeping next to each other once before. He has plausable deniability but you knew his touch when he was awake, this was no accident, despite his claims. The hand on your chest is still slipping under your pajamas, cupping a boob as he smirks and kisses your neck, planning to stay in bed for a little bit longer.

Azul does not grope you on purpouse, but he also doesn't see the big deal. Its not like you planned on being clumsy and sensing papers flying as you fell into his chair and his hands went to your ass to stabilize you. Or did you? Judging by that smile on your lips, his apology isn't needed now isit. But a punishment is.

Jamil doesn't touch a body part that he shouldn't, not really just your lower back as you hug when you're pressed together in bed, seeking friction and passionate kisses. But that move makes you jump and press your chest againt him, something that he moans in your mouth for. For that, he is a bit sorry, just a bit.

Vil almost touches your chest as his hands ride your shirt up during cuddles. The man is very apologetic abuout something that wasn't even tbough you don't think he did anything wrong. It wasn't unwanted contact for sure. Still he feels like he needs to be careful when touching you, he wants to be a gentleman but the way you look at and kiss him is making it difficult.

Rook touches you boods on accident while he's showing you archery. His hands rode just a bit far up when showing you proper forms. It makes you gasp and miss your shot and him blush so hard in embaressment from the incident. He tries kissing you to apologize but that only makes the blushing and stuttering apologies worse.

Malleus touches hands with you but even that is enough for him to say sorry. Not many people like his touch so he assumed... yeah you're his girlfriend but he always asks first, its a habbit. One that he hopes will go away because he doesn't want to be awkward with you forever. He wants to kiss you, always, like he's kissing your hand now.

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soursturniolo · 7 months

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Send Me Your Location

Pairing - Matt Sturniolo/Reader

Summary: A girls night out goes south, and your boyfriend comes to your rescue.

Tags: angst while reader is alone, a creepy man being creepy (this doesn’t last long), Matt being a good bf, Nick and Chris being good bros, fluffy fluff at the end

TW: unwanted touching - (creepy man touches readers waist), unwanted attention

Word Count: written on my phone so I’m not sure

You found yourself outside, shivering from the cool breeze in downtown LA. You had been invited to club with by some friends, and decided to go pretty last minute. Matt hadn’t been able to come due to needing to film with his brothers.

So now, here you were, standing outside the club staring down at your phone, finger hovering over the call button near Matt’s contact. Matt always told you to call if you ever needed anything. You were still worried you’d upset him, knowing if you called now the boys were probably in the middle of a video. But it was dark and uncharacteristically chilly for LA tonight, and you were now alone after your friends insisted on moving to a club that you knew had a bad reputation and didn’t feel comfortable going to. Every Uber and Lyft had at least a two hour wait, and you were getting more scared and uncomfortable by the minute.

Sighing to yourself, hoping it wouldn’t upset Matt or his brothers too much, you decided to give your boyfriend a call.

It rang twice before he answered, and you smiled as you heard him yell at his brothers to shut up before he said anything to you.

“Hey, baby. How’s girls night going?” He asked, voice quiet but sounding happy.

You grimaced at the question before answering.

“Hi Matt, not so well. The girls wanted to go to another club but I didn’t feel comfortable going and now I’m kinda stranded,” you told him, voice soft and a bit shaky. It was scary being in this part of LA by yourself at night.

“They just left you?” Matt asked, sounding shocked as you heard the sound of his key turning in the ignition of his car and it come on.

“Yeah, I tried to get an Uber but they’re all over a two hour wait, so I was wondering if maybe you’d have time to-“ before you can even finish asking Matt is answering.

“Text me your location, baby, we’re on the way now,” he tells you as you also hear him talking to his now, very confused brothers.

“What is going on? Is she okay?” You hear Nick ask, sounding so worried. Chris speaks up and offers to take the phone so Matt can focus more on driving. You hear some rustling as you move to send your location to him, so you assume Matt took him up on the offer.

“I just shared my location with you,” you tell him.

“Chris, map us there,” Matt says.

“Already doing it. We are 15 minutes away,” Chris tells you both.

“We’re coming, babe. Just try to stay in a well lit area and stay on the phone with us,” Matt tells you, voice soft but serious.

“Okay, I’m sorry for interrupting you guys, I know you were probably trying to film,” you apologize, feeling bad for stopping them. Instantly your met with multiple assurances that there’s no need to be sorry.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s completely okay,” Chris tells you.

“Your safety matters more than us concluding a silly video,” Nick adds in.

“Baby, never apologize for calling me when you need me. There’s nothing to be sorry for in this situation,” Matt speaks up at the end, sweet and kind.

You stay on the phone talking to Matt and his brothers, their voices keeping you calm as they tell you about their day and ask about yours. Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist, making you jump and gasp.

“Baby?” Matt asks, voice worried through the phone as his brothers also call out to you.

“Hey sweet thing,” the creepy guy leers at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. You take a couple steps back, making the creeps hand fall off you and your hand grips your phone a little tighter.

“Don’t touch me,” you tell the man. The boys all call to you again urgently, sounding more worried after hearing what you just said. You also hear Matt’s car accelerate in the background, meaning he was driving to you faster. Faster meant sooner, and sooner was good as you now felt paralyzed in fear as the man kept looking at you.

The man steps closer as you step back, continuing to follow you until your back is pressed against the cool brick of the club building. You’re shaking in fear as this man continues to approach you.

Suddenly, Matt’s black SUV rolls up quickly, jerking to a stop on the street. After throwing the car in park, you see Matt jump out of the drivers side, jogging over to you, making you sigh in relief.

“Matt!” You call out to him, so happy to see him. The creep turns around to face your boyfriend. Matt’s jaw is clenched in anger as he assesses the situation, his fears confirmed as he sees the situation he was coming up on.

“She’s not interested, fuck off,” Matt tells him gruffly, reaching out to grasp your hand and pull you away from the man who had been bothering you. You allowed yourself to be pulled away from your position against the wall. Matt moved you to stand behind him, shielding you from the man and his creepy gaze.

“You wanna go?” The creep asks angrily, trying to step up to your boyfriend but stumbling a bit.

You all hear two windows roll down from Matt’s car. Unbeknownst to you, they had already been cracked so Matt’s brothers could watch and hear what was going on.

“I don’t think you’d want to do that man. You mess with him, you mess with us too,” Nick calls out from the backseat. Chris just nods and raises an eyebrow at the man. Matt just smirks at the dumbfounded look on the creeps face.

The creep grumbles and stumbles away, shaking his head. You wrap your arms around Matt, hugging yourself to him tightly. His arms wrap around you as he releases a sigh, and you feel him press his lips to your head.

“Did he hurt you?” Matt asks you, concerned.

You shake your head, “No, just scared me mostly. He put his hand on my waist but I backed away so he’d stop,” you tell him in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he tells you, kissing your head again. He held you for a moment before he began to gently lead you over to his car. While you both had been hugging, Chris had moved to the backseat with Nick so you could sit up front with your boyfriend.

Matt opens the passenger door for you and you get in. Before you can reach for it, he’s grabbing the seatbelt for you and buckling it for you, making you smile. He gently shuts your door and jogs around the car to his side, getting in and buckling up. As he adjusts and moves to put the car in drive, you turn to meet the gaze of his two brothers who look equally relieved to see you but still concerned.

“I’m okay, guys,” you assure them with a small smile.

They nod and return the smile.

As Matt pulls away from the club, one hand remains on the wheel as his other comes over to hold your hand. While your boyfriend isn’t always one for public displays of affection, he never was shy about holding your hand, and tonight you welcomed the comfort his hand in yours brought.

“Can you stay over at our place tonight? I’d feel better,” Matt asks you softly. You smile and nod, glad that he asked.

The ride home was quick and quiet, Matt’s brothers were on their phone. Chris played some songs that he knew you liked at a low volume. Once arriving to their place, you gave Nick and Chris a big hug before letting Matt lead you to his room.

“Come here, I just wanna hold you for a minute,” he whispers to you after he shuts his bedroom door. His room is cozy, dimly lit by the lights on his bedside tables. It’s warm and safe. Just like Matt. He pulls you into his arms, gently rocking you back and forth with your head resting near his collarbone.

“Thank you for getting me,” you whisper to him, before leaving a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. you can call me, day or night, no matter what I’m doing. I’ll drop it for you if you need me,” he tells you as he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You lean up and give him a gentle peck on the lips, and he kisses back just as softly. After you both reluctantly part, Matt walks over to his dresser. He grabs out a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for you to wear to bed. You thank him with a smile and you get changed while he also changes into a pair of flannel pj pants, opting out of wearing a shirt.

You sit down on his bed and watch as he takes off his chain and the couple rings he had worn that day. He surprises you when he turns around and walks over with a package in his hand.

Makeup removing wipes, the specific brand and scent you buy too. He’s always surprising you with his thoughtfulness.

“Here, let me get your makeup off baby,” he says as he comes to sit next to you. You smile as he begins to wipe your makeup off. He’s so gentle and thorough, his eyebrows creasing a little in the middle with focus. In a few moments he’s done, throwing away the used wipes in a nearby trash can and tossing the pack to land over on his desk.

You both pull the covers back and climb into his bed, you move to lay on your side as Matt rests behind you on his side as well. His arms snake their way around your waist, hand going under your shirt to rest on your bare tummy as he soothingly rubs the skin there. Your legs tangle together under the sheets and you feel a kiss pressed against the side of your head.

“Love you, baby,” Matt whispers to you, voice getting deeper as he gets sleepy.

“Love you too, Matty,” you whisper back, drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of his arms.

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Hello🫣🫣 may I request p1harmony reaction to you wearing something short/revealing when going out clubbing? Thank youuu☺️☺️

p1harmony reacting to you wearing revealing clothes

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: suggestive

tags: established relationships, clingy piwon, the boys are.. boys, clubbing, drinking (aged up for seobsoul), non idol au

a/n: it’s funny bc i was JUST reading an exact post like this a few minutes ago so anon if u were the same person who sent @ntoniac a request for the same thing i hope i can do it justice bc hers had me giggling and kicking my feet .. ANYWAYS! once again i apologize for slow updates i unfortunately am a student amidst a depressive episode soooooo it takes me a bit longer to write :( i hope u all can understand

𖧷 keeho

is honestly so cheesed. the type to insist to take pictures of you on his phone before you two actually make your way out, already mentally planning out which photo he’s gonna use in his next photo dump. is always super grabby with his hands, but its somehow amplified tonight. constantly has his arm lazily perched on your shoulder, and he often whispers cute little compliments into your ear every now and then. doesn’t really mind when people approach you to talk to you, doesn’t even necessarily care when said people make quick glances at your cleavage and the short length of your skirt. you two have an immense level of trust in your relationship, so he’s not one to feel insecure when people admire his girl. i can see kyo as the type to drag you onto the dance floor too, just so he can spin you around and feel your ass rub against the frontside of his jeans. eventually does end up posting those photos he took of you earlier on instagram, but not without captioning it something like “that’s all me”

𖧷 theo

doesn’t care about how short and tight your mini dress is, just wants it off of you by the end of the night. when you first skipped into the living room, beaming as you showed off your outfit of choice to him, theo had to hold himself back from kissing you silly. just like keeho, the simple concept of his girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit doesn’t make him super possessive, but he does make himself known to onlookers as your boyfriend in other ways, whether that be holding your drink and purse for you without you even asking him to, or sneaking up behind you to pepper kisses along your neck when your in the middle of conversation with someone. he makes his presence known but also wants to ensure that you have a carefree, enjoyable night without feeling like you have to tend to your boyfriend the entire time. taeyang definitely does admire your cleavage when he gets the chance too though, shamelessly stares at your chest and just giggles in reply when you scold him for doing so… loves to flirt with you even more than he usually does tbh

𖧷 jiung

is the overly possessive boyfriend that will whine and beg you to change. in reality, he doesn’t actually expect you to change your outfit, but lets you know (whilst pouting) that although you look hot and he wants to devour you, he also is very nervous about the unwanted attention you might get. it’s not a bad thing really! jiung just wants to be the only man that gets to see you in such a tiny top. although he might complain at first, you don’t miss the obvious blush on his face, silently signaling to you that he secretly loves when you dress this way. he’s not a very touchy person, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t interlock your fingers the entire night, even giving your hand gentle squeezes when you give someone else a little too much attention for his liking. glares at anyone who might whistle at you or even just look in your general vicinity for a bit too long. quickly shuts down offers himself from other guys that have the balls to ask you to dance. yeah, your not being let out of his sight looking that good. he’s just obsessed with you and wants you all to himself, sorry!

𖧷 intak

actually is the one who helps you pick out your outfit! tak himself wants to spend the night out showing off his beautiful girlfriend so he purposely convinces you to wear the shortest denim skirt you own, paired with an equally revealing spaghetti strap crop top. comes up behind you when your adjusting your outfit in the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist and perch his chin on your right shoulder, shooting down any concerns you might have about your outfit being kind of “whorish” (your words, not his!). is your personal hype man. you look good and he’s gonna make you feel good. loves to watch you on the dance floor from a nearby barstool, having the time of your life with your friends. after you’ve tired yourself out, you walk towards him to join him at the bar and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye your entire body from top to bottom and let out an obnoxious whistle. he’s sooooo sweet frat boy coded… definitely asks if he can take a body shot off of you whilst winking and you just roll your eyes in response. when he ends up drunk out of his mind and you have to drag him inside your shared cab, he’s mumbling the sweetest praises to you before he falls asleep against your shoulder

𖧷 soul

doesn’t really have much to say, but his body language speaks for itself. like most of piwon, his possessiveness is at a minimum, and like intak, he loves when you feel confident enough to dress this way. maybe it’s the introvert in him, but he lives vicariously through your bold outfit choices. loves to give you kisses on your exposed collarbone as he smoothens out a crease on your silk skirt. he also loves the way your stomach peeks out of your cropped top, and he holds onto your waist when kissing you to circle his thumbs on the area. stares at you lovingly the entire night, and doesn’t falter when your eyes meet every now and then. he comes up to you towards the end of the night and whispers into your ear about how he thinks you look so pretty and that he loves this outfit. you definitely end up seeing a more vocal side of him when the alcohol kicks in, and you swoon at how lovey dovey his words are. he just wants you to feel pretty and confident and he ends up succeeding in proving that to you! makes really bad attempts at flirting which ends up in the pair of you laughing your asses off. overall shota makes you feel beautiful and you make mental notes to bring him out wearing revealing clothes more often

𖧷 jongseob

djsjdkajdjsj i have to write my boyfriend as clingy as possible. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to sit on the end of your bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone and taking little peeks at you every now and then while your doing your makeup on your vanity. when you finish your makeup and go to your closet to change into the tiny little dress you’ve chosen for the evening, you’re honestly a bit nervous as to how your boyfriend will react to how bodycon and short the attire is, but you look and feel hot and that encourages you to step out in front of him. he notices your presence right away and looks up at your face, then chest, then thighs, and then turns off and tucks his phone into his back pocket and grabs at you to sit on his lap. gives you the sweetest kiss imaginable and pulls away to look at you with disbelief. asks you something along the lines of “how did i get so lucky?” and his hands run all over the material of your dress. his boldness is new but very welcome and he spends a good while complimenting you, asking you where you bought this dress, and playing with your hair with a smug grin on his face. gets soooo excited to take you out and wastes no time in calling an uber so he can show you off to the world. feels like he’s on cloud 9!

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