absolutely delighted to find out lou ferrigno jr is a painter in real life. that man looks like he can bench press oliver stark and yet his hobby is painting silly flowers. the RANGE
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SHUT UP SHUT UP. I'M DRUNKanD HORNY NOW BC OF YOU. calling konig big bear
PLEASE.
HE'D FREAKING LOVE IT. maybe gets into a primal play type beat. anyways. gotta go write a paper but I'm thinking about him
FUCK
i think initially his size is definitely an insecurity for him. It's part of the reason he wasn't able to become a sniper and something that draws people's attention to him simply because he's looms over nearly everyone when he walks into a room.
The first time you call him big is in the field when he saves you from getting your head blown off.
You hardly have the time to react. All you hear is the crack in his voice as he roars out "Sniper!" before he slams into your side and sends you toppling to the ground.
He cups the back of your head in his head before you make contact with the ground.
There's a moment of silence between the pair of you. your own body dwarfed by his that keeps you pinned to the dirt. Panic seeds its way into his mind and he wonders if you hit the ground too hard before a wide grin splits your face in half.
"Thanks big guy."
As time goes on, he’s hardly ever König to you. Its Big guy. Big man. Big fella.
Big. Big. Big.
His size is no longer a point of contention or something whispered about by others in the mess hall when he walks by. It spoken of like praise. Rolling off your tongue in a way that feels far to dirty to be said in public as you bump your hips to his in a joke he isn’t quite sure he understands. But he likes it anyways. He likes you.
That how he became your Big bear.
The first time you said it, he swore he had found nirvanna. Your hands tangled in his hair while riding his cock in the barracks. The poor man had worried about hurting you, but you were quick to put his worries to ease.
“Your perfect.” Your voice trembled in his ear as you mewled against the crook of his neck. “So perfect, my big bear.”
König savors the way you say it. The highest praise ever offered to him.
“My big bear.” you pulled away to look into his eyes and smiled. “That’s you, isn’t it? My big bear?”
König didn’t care if in that moment the entire squadron heard him as he moaned out “yes, yes.” while fucking into you without abandon. All he cared about was the way your cunt fluttered around him as he fucked up into you and the smile on your face when you called him yours. All the soldier could do was snap his hips against yours and nod against your chest while mumbling an endless chant while making you cum. k
“I’m yours. I’m your big bear. Yes, yes, please, please, please. Say it again? Call me your big bear please, please, please. ”
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Prompt 258
Halfas are like selkies. Or more like they’re similar to many animal spouses of myths and legends, trapped in (mostly) human forms should they lose their cloak.
That at least, Vlad warned Danny about within the first time of realizing what the other was. It’s a line neither will cross- not even the timeline where Dan came into being. An unspoken acknowledgement of not crossing such a boundary no matter what happened.
Even after his parents’ deaths. After Jazz’s near-death and coma.
It’s not exactly something Danny thinks of, really, especially not that he’s now survived highschool and practically moved across the country. Not to mention the fact he has Ellie and Jordan to care for. But it definitely comes to mind the moment Dan- only five at the moment- screams for him. And he’s not going to let anything happen to his kids
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