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Ongoing Planning stage Complete
•───⋅☾ König ☽⋅───•
König is obsessed with you <3
You let König touch your kitty for the first time <3
Popping König’s cherry <3
König lets slip he loves you <3
König likes your little claws <3
You slut König out <3
König trying to get over you <\3
You block König, so he sends you a love letter <\3
König has a dream about you <\3
König just wants a taste <3
Make up sex with König <3
König is a jealous boi <3
Three little words with König <3
Pegging <3
Mean König
Only!Fans König
Psycho Series <3
Monstrous Series
Virgin König Series
Colonel König / Cruel Intentions
Sugarbby Masterlist
DBF!König
Alt König
The Interrogation: one
Cringe: one | two
Ex Husband AU: one | two
CBF König
Pornstar König
•───⋅☾ Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley ☽⋅───•
BoyRacer Si
Ghost has a crush on you <3
Ghost asks you to call him Si <3
You accidentally send Si a nude <3
Si kisses you for the first time <3
Si gets possessive <3
Stalker Si takes his obsession to the next level
Stalker Si breaks into your room to cuddle
Stalker Si makes you ride his face
Stalker Si decorates you
Simon and his cat: one | two
Si’s first love
Simon Riley bumps into his first love
Stepdad!Simon Riley AU
Photographer Ghost x Aspiring Model Reader
Virgin!Ghost
Sick <3 Series
【Ｌｉｍｉｎａｌｉｔｙ】 series
North
•───⋅☾ Keegan P Russ ☽⋅───•
Keegan wants to ruin your friendship <3
Keegan makes his move <3
Keegan makes good on his promise <3
Keegan likes what you like <3
Keegan shows you how it should be done <3
•───⋅☾ Andre Nikto ☽⋅───•
Cringe with Nikto
Vіхэи (Nikto x Escort!Reader) series
Nikto and ‘ILY’
Husband Nikto
Howl
{ venus }
Pornstar!Nikto
Take. Any. Form
•──⋅☾ Sebastian ‘Seb’ Krueger ☽⋅───•
Burning House
•───⋅☾ Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick ☽⋅───•
{Hindsight} series
Single Dad!Kyle
Alpha!Kyle
CBF Kyle
Oops moments with Kyle
Dancing with Kyle
Kyle needs a cuddle <\3
•──⋅☾ Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish ☽⋅──•
Ex-Boyfriend Johnny crashes your rehearsal dinner
A Soul With No King series
Ridiculous sex with Johnny
•───⋅☾ Captain John Price ☽⋅───•
Taking one for the Captain’s team
Price is the man you’ve been waiting for <3
Rimming John Price
Brat tamer
•───⋅☾ COD Boyfriend Texts ☽⋅───•
König - blocked boi
König - mark me later?
Ghost - send noods?
•───⋅☾ Random Headcannons ☽⋅───•
Poker Night - Nikto x Ghost x König x Keegan x You - one | two
VICE series (a love triangle between Simon x König x You)
hi girl I’ve been reading Cruel Intentions and im finally all caught up! I’ve been wanting to leave a review but couldn’t because im a non-archive user lol. So I thought I’d leave a message here instead!Anyway, you write so beautifully, somehow making the writing feel both so sweet, romantic, but also downright starved/unhinged 😭 it’s so so good. I especially adore how you write dialogue. It feels so real, natural, and there’s just so much life to it. You add so much depth to each character. I love all these quirks and mannerisms that add to them. Anyway, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve updated but I just want to say how much I’ve enjoyed reading it and that I hope you’re doing well! Looking forward to the next chapter as always <3
Oh thank you so much for reading my sweet! Your kind comments mean the world to me ❤️
I’ve done some research, and I’m happy to tell you all true love does exist in the form of hot summer nights, rose, ciggies and homemade crab linguine.
Would Nikto come back softer? Would he come back even worse I AM STARVING FOR ANSWERS BABE 😭
As in this bby?
Unclear currently. The operator known as Nikto remains unpredictable, refusing to give any details about his life before capture.
The following excerpt has been taken from a psych evaluation, after his return from deep cover. He was asked to recall his happiest memory. Please note there is no evidence to substantiate the information below.
Make of it what you will.
January 2017 | Apartment 6B, Moscow
“Niki! Stop that!”
The snow is piling up heavily on the windowsills outside, obscuring the light and filming everything with an unearthly white glow. A beautiful black wood stove sits glowing on a hearth beyond the bed, occasionally popping and crackling as another log burns lower and lower.
“Why Printsessa?! You have nowhere to be and neither do I.” Your husband stretches lazily, wrapping his broad forearms around your waist with a happy sigh. “Besides. The snow is thick da. No movement from the bed for at least a week I think.”
“A week!” You squirm as his dark stubble rubs the curve of your neck, followed swiftly by devious kisses that turn to nips and sucks. “What about food?!”
“I feed you.”
“What about the bathroom?!”
“You may be excused temporarily, provided you come straight back.”
His big hands trace patterns on the top of your thighs, bulky, warm body pressed close to your back. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, proudly pumping against his ribcage while his mouth starts to trail along your collarbone.
One hand smooths his dark hair away from ravishingly blue eyes, so crystal cut and clear they make you feel as though he can read your every thought. His cheek presses against yours, a thick thigh pushed between your own while his hand squeezes your hip.
“You’re a dreadful cook Niki, as much as I am tempted to stay in bed with you all week.”
He huffs, tickling your ear.
“I said that I would feed you, not that I cook it.”
“Canned potatoes for seven days straight isn’t ideal.” You giggle.
The smell of him is so blissfully familiar, following another long and protracted absence. He works away frequently and you dread washing the sheets, because the scent of his body is lost then until he returns.
“Also no one is delivering take out in this weather.”
Your husband grumbles, low in his chest, while you listen to him consider that. It wasn’t part of the plan, marriage during your year studying abroad, but when you met him all logic disappeared like sand through an hourglass.
“I have deal for you.” He chirps suddenly, rolling your body under his and grinning in a way that suggests nothing but misbehaviour will follow. “I will get supplies for us, you sit on my face da? As a thank you.”
“A thank you! Isn’t stocking our fridge part of your devoted husbandly duties?!”
“It is. You sitting on my face is part of the wifely duty too is it not?”
You pinch his mirth filled cheeks, watching his gaze glitter magnetically, as if those blues are lit from within by fire.
“You have yourself a deal Niki.”
He presses his face to yours, mouth urgently seeking attention, drawing you into the depths of the covers.
“My wife. Mine forever.” He rasps against your lips.
Not an ask but I will re-read Acts of Service like once a quarter and it is a DELIGHT every time. I love quiet romances that unfold in the normal scenes of daily life. The emotional beats hit each time, I'm drawn into their yearning, and every time I get to the end I'm sad that they're still not married (we love mutually stupid people in love). I know some day you'll finish it (can't rush perfection) but I can't wait to see how they end up together and who will cave first! Until then, the drabbles will soothe my aching heart. Thank you so much for sharing your lovely work; please accept these flowers and my wretched heart as tokens of gratitude 💐🖤
Oh this was a lovely message to receive my friend, thank you so so much! You’ve genuinely brightened my day.
It will be finished I promise! I certainly owe you all a wonderful ending for them both ❤️
I watched them turn into dreamlike pools before me, saw my own reflection caught within your irises. Lightly placed, but snatching glances. You looked at me with some vague wonder, a level of surprise. As if I’d manifested in your life as a siren might upon rocks battered by winds and rain.
It’s true. I’ve faced gales that howl through every part of me. So I stayed. Hand clasped in yours through the loneliest hours of the night, heart to heart.
I made the moon your halo.
I orbited it. Found you at the centre of my universe. Felt the tidal pull of your distance luring me out to sea. I stepped into the waves gladly, lungs full of an air you provided. I granted myself the mercy of drowning in you. There is nothing more peaceful than swimming circles in your world.
I painted the sun in your arms.
Vivid and beautiful. Golden rays that stretch far enough to warm the chill from bones so used to bitterness. If they cracked me open, they would find nothing but dust and spare parts of no use to another. I believed once that inside you must live energy in some fundamental state. Something that made you restless and yet always a little lonely, my outsider. Such a long time you’ve been roaming.
I hung stars from your eyes, thinking I would always see them there.
okay but… do you think Colonel Königs secretary is a little different around the office when she’s ovulating? Does he notice? Does he catch the heated lingering gazes and perhaps an excess of touch at his arm or even his chest or abdomen?
i personally become such a flirty demon when i ovulate and stupid, small things set me off so bad so of course I’m projecting this onto our little secretary. im sooo sick in the head over him it’s not even funny anymore.
Oh god yes! She’s only human! And our Austrian giant has such sex appeal. She’s stuck to her desk chair, wetter than a kipper omelette, while he’s almost on his knees trying to force his head under her skirt.
