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platoniccereal · 2 years

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oh im going to do a jinx playlist. there will be: 'get jinxed' right in the beginning in case you forgot whose playlist you're listening to, something with 'madness' in the title, 'mad hatter', every existing song with 'crazy' in the title, 'hayloft', 'freak=genius' in case you somehow managed to forget already what is the Main Feature of this character, 'what could have been' with an intention to make you sad, 'enemy' iN cAsE yOu fOrGoT whose playlist from which show this is, a good part of the show's ost itself, something about being twisted, something about being a badass girlboss-

#jinx #sorry for being salty #tw: ableism #i guess? at least in my native language it would be an ableism #because an aspiration to shove any song with mad crazy insane and freak in the title into her playlist #makes me a Bit sad #and an intention to emphasize as clearly as possible on jinx's 'craziness tee-hee'#also would count as ableistic in my language #but i don't know about english-speaking ones #so i don't know if im making a valid point here #my post

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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how about a petit reader like 1.53 or 5'0 (size difference) with keegan, ghost or konig?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ HI, SHORT STUFF. ❞

… in which you’re (much) shorter than they are.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, könig (does he have a last name or anything???) & keegan p russ.

WARNINGS: suggestive per usual. daily dose of shameless keegan hornyposting

NOTE/S: as a relatively small girlie myself (5’5, so not as short but still not tall) this one makes me giggle. tee hee tall babies tall babies

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ — He’s six foot four. Add on whatever height those boots give him, and he’s got a good foot and a half on you. It makes him even more intimidating in the beginning, because he’s just…a big guy. He’s loud and kind of scary and he’s just a fucking tank of a guy, all flat muscle and ridiculous height.

✦ — Once you two are…acquainted, physically…he sort of uses his size to his advantage. Not necessarily sexually. He’s quick to act as a human shield if anything is thrown your way. His first instinct when you two are in a crowded room is to shadow you, which is totally fine, but he’s enormous and so you can just sort of always see the edge of his silhouette in the tops of your peripherals.

✦ — You’re so much smaller than him, and beyond his usual hurt-my-troops-you-hurt-me demeanor, now you two are involved — and you’re so much smaller than him, and you’re so…little. You’re so little and it’s not that he thinks you’re weak but you’re so much smaller than him and most of the other people on the base. So when he sort of fights your battles for you, frets over you doing certain tasks on the field, et cetera, it’s not because he thinks you’re weak or incapable. He’s just…you’re so fucking short compared to everyone else. And he likes you. And you like him. And so he’s going to watch out for you even when it’s sort of pointless.

✦ — His public demeanor towards your size might be mildly annoying at times, but behind closed doors it’s a bit…different. Bringing up how overly protective he is of you results in a minor argument — when he finally lets slip that it’s partly because you’re so much fucking shorter than he is, you’re quick to argue that you’re just as capable as he is. You’re just as capable as anyone else on the base is.

✦ — He wants you to understand that he’s not coming from a place of total insanity. Most of the people on the base are guys, and they’re also usually over six foot. You’re a foot and then some shorter than almost everyone on the base. Physically, you’re at a disadvantage — and he proves that by picking you up under both arms and just…holding you there. He wants to show you that maybe he has a good reason to be “overly careful” with you. He cares about you, and you’re at such an obvious imbalance in a high-stress, rough working field.

✦ — Oopsie. Difference in size…mm. Mm. Suddenly, it seems less annoying and more arousing.

✦ — You stop complaining after you’re thrown back-first onto Ghost’s bed and the guy fucking blots out the ceiling because his shoulders are so broad and he’s tall enough to literally swallow you under his shape.

✦ — At some point, you stop complaining about Ghost being so physically overprotective of you. Actually, when there’s a crowd attending a debriefing, one of the soldiers swears that when Price mentions heavy artillery and Ghost sort of stances up behind you, a close shadow clearly unhappy with the idea of you manning the big guns, you reach back and pull his arm around your waist. Oh, and you seem to zone out looking at the way his hand is so much bigger under yours. That too.

★ KÖNIG WHATEVER THE FUCK HIS SURNAME IS.

✦ — Six foot ten. Six foot fucking ten. What the fuck? Why is he so tall? That’s almost seven feet. What the fuck? What the fuck?

✦ — He knows he’s tall. Obviously. He’s the kind of person to bully people with his height; if he’s involved in a heated argument, he’s no stranger to standing upright (he usually slouches) and sorry, but a seven-foot-tall man wearing an executioner’s mask, staring down at you from his colossal fucking height? You’re toast. Whoever he’s arguing with generally excuses themselves because dude, what the fuck? What the fuck. Hell no.

✦ — Keeping in mind that a lot of his men (and women) are on the taller side, you waltzing in at five feet tall almost makes him laugh. Because like, you’re short to everyone else, but everyone else is short to him. So you’re fucking tiny. He keeps calling you ameise, which you later learns means “ant”. He’s calling you an ant.

✦ — You’re a good soldier. In good fun, he’ll compare other soldiers to you; he’ll tell them that they’re being outshone by “eine kleine ameise”, which sort of pisses you off but you do remember that it’s a joke. Sort of. You are very short and you are outdoing other soldiers.

✦ — If/when you two get in a relationship, he’s keen to use his height against you. You go to find him in his office? He’ll stand up just so he can talk to you from two feet over your head. He’s leading a debriefing? He’ll make a point out of having you stand near him so that every time he straightens up, you have to deal with how fucking huge he is.

✦ — With his jests at your height, you often try to return the jokes. Every time he comes through a doorway, you rush over and ask if he needs ice for his forehead. Because, you know, he’s hitting his head constantly. Every time he’s on the field with you and you have to get in any sort of vehicle, you tell him that he’ll have to skip out on the ride because he’s too fucking tall to comfortably fit in the thing and putting him on the roof would make you guys an enormous target.

✦ — Your jokes sort of die down though when you’re pushed up against the wall, toes brushing the floor and breath shuddering. He’s got both forearms pinning your shoulders down and he’s pistoning his hips unfairly hard up into you and he’s sort of breathlessly laughing a wheezy cackle in your ear. “Why so quiet, meine kleine ameise? No words?”

★ KEEGAN P RUSS. THATS MY LAST NAME TOO BTW

✦ — He’s six foot one. So his height difference to you isn’t as excessive as the other two seen above, but…

✦ — He’s the most irritating about it. Probably. Because you’ll think everything is fine — he won’t think of you as any less, and he’s fully confident in your capabilities, et cetera — but the minute he gets you alone, the short jokes start. Is it chilly down there? Do you find the stairs too steep? A new truck came in this afternoon, but…well, it’s a little lifted, so you won’t be driving it. You’d only be able to get in with a step-stool — no way you’d be able to reach the pedals!

✦ — He’s insufferable. He’s fucking insufferable. It’s like you’ve opened up a Pandora’s Box of stupid fucking jokes that Keegan finds ridiculous. This shit gets genuine laughs from him. Maybe it’s the jokes or maybe it’s your reactions to them.

✦ — If/when you two are in a relationship, the jokes take a dirty turn. You’re trying to get in his pants? He’s biting his cheek and saying that he’s not sure he’ll fit, and you’re two seconds from slapping him. He makes random comments about how your knees will never turn red because you don’t even need to kneel in order to suck him off. Et cetera. Half the time the jokes go over your head and it takes you a good ten or fifteen seconds of being confused in order for you to realize that he’s making sex jokes at you. By that time, he’s usually turning away and biting back amusement.

✦ — He seems to take a great joy in bringing you stupid gifts. Ever the romantic; if you’re both scouting on a looser mission, he’ll pick you flowers. Specifically, though, he’ll pick you tiny flowers. Or, like, petals. He asks you to carry his rifle and walks behind you because apparently it’s the same height (or taller) than you are and it’s funny to watch. At one point, he gets his hands on a tiny model gun and he’s practically bursting at the seams to gift it to you as a “proper size gun”.

✦ — He knows he can make those jokes and get under your skin. He doesn’t care, though. When he’s laying in his barracks with you sitting on his stomach and jabbing him in the chest with that stupid toy gun, he’s just smirking like an idiot. He finds how easy you are to irritate so incredibly fun to mess with. He’s just sort of egging you on the whole time. “Yeah? I’m bothering you? I’m frustrating you?”

✦ — You’re still complaining and whining, so eventually he just starts flipping the script. He’s saying it’s so good you’re short because it makes it so much easier for him to flip you over and pin your shoulders down, and it makes it so much easier for him to wrap his arms around your mouth to keep you quiet when you two are tangled in his sheets at night with his teeth buried in your shoulder and his hips flush to yours, and you fit so nice and snug around him…

#cod x reader #cod smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon ghost riley #konig smut #konig x reader #konig #keegan smut #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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please some toxic, possessive, and straight up insane rafe 🥲

tee-hee … my favorite, sorry if it’s short!

rafe cameron was and will always be possessive of you, you were his girl, and his alone. in recent times, he’d found different outlets when it came to getting his blistering jealous streak under control. when he was of a sound mind, he’d simply put you in check — whispering low warnings into your ear, or lightly nudging the side of your chin with his knuckle. you were pretty good at keep rafe down to earth, enough to where he’d mentally check out of a situation, instead of sending his eager fist into someone’s jaw. again, this was when rafe was of a sound sober mind. once cocaine and alcohol viciously coursed their way through rafe’s veins, he became an exhilaratingly impulsive decision-maker, much to your dismay. it was difficult to bring rafe down from his peaking highs of anger, but you knew that it was simply his insecurities being pushed to the forefront.

you were sat on the couch, your tired doe eyes focused on the trashy reality show you’d been engrossed in for the evening — your swollen lips were slightly parted as you subconsciously held your thumbnail between your teeth, your shiny blown out hair cascading down your shoulder blades as you curled into the couch wearing rafe’s oversized crewneck and lace pink panties that failed to cover the curve of your plush ass. you lazily brought your thumb from between your teeth, and down to your gifted chain as you rolled the diamond ‘R’ initial between your thumb and index finger. your wispy lashes began to slowly blink together as you sighed sleepily, letting out a short yawn as the front door could be heard opening, then slamming closed.

“wh-where’s my pretty girl?” rafe’s slurred voice boomed through the foyer, causing your eyes to open as you flinched out of your dozed off state. an excited gasp left your lips as you crane your head back, holding your arms open with a cheesy grin. rafe’s bloodshot baby blues widened with an exaggerated excitement as he stumbled towards you, “there she is — m’pretty princess, hi baby,” he slurred, earning a small laugh from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a loud and wet smack of a kiss to his dry lips.

pecking his lips, once more, your threaded eyebrows furrowed in confusion as rafe let out a strained sigh, absentmindedly wrapping his hand around the base of your throat. you were used to rafe’s touchy behavior, so you breathed out a small laugh, “y’okay, papi?” you smiled, your heartbeat racing a bit quicker as rafe leaned his forehead against your chest, maintaining his hold on you. rafe remained in this position for a beat, before dragging his head up, allowing your contrasting gazes to meet. his blown pupils took up a large portion of his usually bright blues, his eyes glazed over as he dropped to a knee before you.

rafe’s mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find the perfect words, his hand circling around his head as he forced out a chuckle, “y’know, m’gonna make you my wife, one day, a-and m’gonna take care of you — i’ll give you the whole fuckin’ world, mama,” he ranted, his hand slightly tightening around your throat as he became lost in his own rant. rafe nodded to himself, tapping his chest as he continued, “s’gonna be you and me — i won’t le-let them take you from me,” he cried, his eyes welled with hot tears. you remained silent, leaning forward in an attempt to cradle rafe’s face as he pushed you back down by your neck.

your heart thumped against your chest as rafe suddenly stood on his feet, both of his arms falling at his sides as you took the opportunity to stand in front of him. your small hands gently grabbed his face as your bright eyes search his — you knew that he was both drunk and high, he could barely even look at you straight. “what’s going on? nobody’s taking me from you, rafey,” you cooed with a soft smile, watching as rafe fumbled with the waistband of his belted slacks, your smile falling to a frown as he revealed his gun.

“rafe—”

rafe brought the gun to his lips as he shushed you, a daze smile tugging on his mouth as he brought his free hand to your shoulder, “i’d fuckin’ kill for you, princess — swear, i’d do it and it wouldn’t even bother me,” he mumbled, his lowly hung eyes not missing the way you froze still. your pretty little pout quivered with impending cries, causing rafe’s gaze to widen with dramatized concern, “no-no, don’t be scared, m’the one who s’gonna protect you, baby — why-why are you fuckin’ cryin’?!” rafe rambled, his pathetic whines turning into a deep scream as he forced his forehead to smush against yours. a soft cry seeped through your lips as rafe shook his head furiously.

“you’re scaring me, papi,” you squeaked.

rafe ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he pulled away from you, lightly knocking the butt of the gym against his head. tears streamed down his structured cheekbones as he gestured towards you with a loud cry, “i just wanna protect you, baby,” he sobbed, leaving you an anxious mess as your slapped your hand over your mouth. rafe let out another blubbering cry, the sound of your name leaving his lips causing your heart to ache as he lowered himself to the flower, holding his head in his hands.

you carefully lowered yourself to the floor as you crawled over to your boyfriend, softly tapping your delicate fingertip against his knee, “rafe, please,” you whispered, leaning on your knees as rafe brought his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place by your hair.

your swollen lips remained slightly parted as rafe sighed, “do y’love me, princess?” he questioned, his head cocked to the side as you nodded, tears rolling down your puffy cherub cheeks, “say it,” he muttered.

“i love you,” you spoke sincerely.

rafe nodded wordlessly, releasing your hair from his grip as you took the chance to climb onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as he secured an arm around your back, and one around your neck. “no more cryin’, mama, m’gonna keep you safe,” he reassured, rubbing his gun clad hand up and down your back.

#asks #anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #sweetheart!reader

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privitivium · 2 months

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mmmmmh... dombot creep(ivette:3) with a submissive and nervous subtop, reader... om nom nom((i miss me boy ivette;-;)) ivette just... powerbottoming reader until neither of 'em can walk(((and until reader can't think, tee hee)))... but bein' mean about it... ((((with, of course, facesitting and riding⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠° )))) OH, also, ivette just teasin' and makin' fun of da reader for being so submissive to a lil' freak like him....

:3 (also, lemme just- *gibes you a big smooth* i luv you:3🫀)

ur so sweet i love you too... its so silly because i got another ask about ivette and his counterpart - it must be fate... cw riding, mild overstim, face sitting - 69 position - mild dumbification - mean ivette.

dombot afab x subtop amab reader

you couldnt help but admire him as he undresses,,, he was just so,,, dainty and lovely. you cant believe someone like him is so interested in you - interested enough to fuck you like this. i mean,,, only if you knew what he got up to behind your back... it's for your own benefit!! and - his jealousy. christ - hurting the barista just for fucking up the whip cream?! ivette, please!!! have sense!!!

just a disgusting pervert,,, before you even got together he was the one rifling through your dirty clothes and taking a few spare underwear to finger himself on - and putting them back in your hamper after cumming on them?!!! and,,, leaving remnants of his saliva and cum on the inside of ur pillow,,, he could only imagine what ur reaction would be - for now at least. for now, he gets to undress - so seductively under your gaze and make eye contact,,, his core aching to be fucking filled with your ever so prominent cock bulging from your boxers -

"a-ah, i'm sorry,,," you look away - guilty for leering at his mildly curvy body with his pubes all trimmed nice and neat. he clearly takes care of himself... as you do - but it seems he takes much more care of making his pussy look pretty.

"sorry for what?" ivette questions, cooing... as he crawls over you, sitting over your thighs and you shiver; feeling the heat of his cunt along your erection - "agh,,, staring.. at you..." shyly answering him,,, so sweet. such a big, burly guy acting so bashful,,, it makes ivettes heart swell and go fucking insane with the overwhelming need to fuck you stupid,,, and he does. making you sob while he clenches delibrately around your prick - twitching inside his tight - easy fit of a cunt...

ㅡand ,,, to bury his face in the side of your cock and merely inhale the scent of your sex - your tongue so messily lapping at his folds drenched in his cum - he couldnt resist,,, couldnt stop the feeling of his lower intestines coiling at the sight of you - thats how much of an effect you have on him-!! how dare you!! making him cum so quickly by the mere scent and sight - !!

sitting up and grinding his pussy onto your open mouth - burying your nose into his clit and nearly making you suffocate, but you didnt seem to have a problem with it... your poor cock - untouched, ivette leaving it to be sensitive as ever so cruelly,,, so eagerly sucking and lapping at his folds - f-fuck he can't... he- has to pull away - and he does. seconds before the feeling begins to tighten... he has to praise you - so dutifully licking at his pussy that was soaking all for you. you must feel so confident, right? he's there to knock you off that pedestal... being such a submissive little thing for a freak like him...

ㅡ"isn't it..." ivette mumbles, nearly in a trance before he manages to shake himself out of it - the feeling of.,,, you,,, stretching out his pretty lil cunt with your poor fat dick he abuses so shamelessly. "isn't it fucking disgusting? how you subject yourself to someone as tiny as me..." you feel the back of your eyes burn with the heat of emotions threatening to pour - why was he being so mean??? sobbing quietly, and he even takes advantage of that - grinding himself downward to bury you into his cunt deep - nearly hitting something hardㅡ"you're such a mess. it's embarrassing." he scoffs, nimble hand wrapping around your neck - gently... not tight, holding you. leaning forward and his lips ghosting over yours - "so polite... so kind... you cannot expect me to not take advantage of that." merely ranting - as he begins bouncing himself on your upright prick,,, relishing in the way you squirmed - the way tears slipped down your cheeks - you were losing yourself and he can clearly fucking see that. babbling nonsense like a fucking pussy drunk idiot.

your head thrown back and hips bucking upwards into the tiny,,, pretty man,,,, "ah, look at you... my pretty boy - fucked stupid on me, huh...?" he could feel his legs slowly beginning to numb... he doesn't relent. going on and on and fucking on-! "you're such a pervert, letting a freak like me take advatange of you-!!"

he looks so sweet but he- he's talking to you so cruelly,,, you don't know what to do with yourself besides sob in his hands while your dick twitches inside him, hands threatening to grab hold of his hips and roughly plant him downward - but he gave you a strict rule not to... ugh, fuck... he f,,feels so good,,,, he's squeezing,,, nmmfgh,,,, "yeah, that's it... mhmmm!! how does it feel, huh? got anything to say for yourself?" breathless himself, as he sees your glazed over eyes and parted lips glossy with saliva - drool dribbling down your chin that he eagerly laps up. being nice enough to comfort you with a gentle kiss underneath your eye,,,, "so cute."

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x sub male reader!

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sokkigarden · 11 months

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hi!! i am a sucker for the fake dating trope and i was hoping you could do a Jamie x reader fake dating thing? i would literally die <3

me and @whimsical-roasting were LITERALLY JUST talking about this tee hee so shoutout to her! i’m also obsessed w fake dating i hope you like this anon! <3 this is sorta the beginnings so maybe i’ll write part 2 if y’all like it ? lol

jamie tartt x reader | fake dating au drabble

it would start out at a bar or something definitely. you don’t know much about football but suddenly this really hot guy is draping his arm around your shoulder to get this creep to leave you alone. “hey babe, sorry it took so long,” he’d say and tuck some hair behind your ear, making eye contact with you so you know he’s playing it up to get this dude to leave.

the guy finally gets the hint and leaves you alone with the mystery guy. he’s looking at you expectantly but you don’t really know what to say.

“you have mates around here somewhere?” he asks, and you’d point to your friend who was presently making out with some guy in a corner booth. this bar was kinda exclusive and she’s dragged you along because she wanted to see some celebs and you hoped whoever she was kissing was at least mildly famous for her sake.

“no way, the blonde? she’s snogging my teammate,” he replies

“teammate?”

“yeah, i’m a footballer.”

“ohhhh, like professionally?”

you clearly don’t know anything about football if you don’t know him, but the question makes him laugh as he nods. your cluelessness is honestly endearing.

you thank him for helping with the creep and he offers to buy you a drink which quickly leads to spending the rest of the evening hanging out with him. you ask him stupid questions about football and then start trading stories about life.

it was a pretty platonic night aside from some light flirting but you couldn’t help but flirt with a fit footballer you’ll probably never see again.

until a picture of you next to him at the bar ends up on twitter. and your face is now trending.

you expect that it’ll pass by after a few days but then you see your face on the telly. followed up with a statement by jamie saying he’s happy with his new gf and would prefer people to stay out of his love life.

which is why you end up at the afc richmond training facility front desk asking to see your “boyfriend”

“why did you tell people i’m your girlfriend? are you insane?”

“uhhhhh”

truth be told the richmond boys had been ribbing him about the picture and he hadn’t wanted to deny it. and then some nosy reporter asked him about you in a pub and he thought a simple comment asking for privacy would be enough to calm things instead of fueling the fire.

jamie didn’t know what he was thinking. but the press hadn’t been super nice to him recently so he thought dating a nice low profile girl would help his image.

“and were you… i don’t know… ever going to mention this to me???”

“uhhhhh”

“oi, Jamie, is this your girl? she coming to the match tomorrow?”

one of jamie’s teammates clapped him on the shoulder and smiled at you before going into the locker room. his words intrigued you though. already a plan was forming in your head.

“would you… be able to get me tickets to matches? in exchange for being your fake gf?”

realization dawned on jamie’s face at your proposal and he nodded.

“i can get you VIP tickets, you and a mate? i’ll throw in a tartt jersey too. if you wear it, people might stop giving me so much slack. see i’ve changed.”

you held out your hand for him to shake and he did, squeezing it instead of letting go immediately. you looked into his eyes.

this plan could clearly mean trouble if you thought too much about how pretty he was. and how nice he seemed. and the feel of his hand in yours.

you were in so much trouble.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x ofc #ted lasso fic #jamie tartt fic #inbox #request

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nametakensff · 6 months

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Warm Night In for Steddie?

So I was aiming for about 3k but here's 4.7k of these two lol

Mutual fetish AU one shot! S/teve and E/ddie finally get to spend a night together after a couple of weeks of not seeing each other - E/ddie is a little chilly from the trip to S/teve's house. Fun ensues

This did end up being more NSFW than expected but hey...it's me

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Content:

M/M, established relationship (maybe about 8 or so months in?), both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, sneezing from cold weather, sneezing from wine, sneezing from an external tickle, exhibitionism, teasing, a little bit of dirty talk, lots of cuddling and care-taking, descriptions of spray, (Got both of them sneezing because. um. tee hee <3)

CW: Steve is a little shy but nothing serious

NSFW, minors dni etc etc etc

Steve tried his best not to sprint to the door after hearing the doorbell ring – emphasis on ‘tried’. He’d been looking forward to Friday evening all week. It had been nearly impossible to see Eddie the past couple of weeks, conflicting schedules be damned. After a great deal of swapping shifts at their respective work places, reorganising some prior arrangements, and with the guidance of some invisible, benevolent entity, or positive karmic energy – whatever you wanted to call it – they’d managed Friday.

Heart fluttering in his chest, Steve yanked the door open and couldn’t help beaming the second he made eye contact with Eddie.

“Hey.” His smile practically splitting his face, he pulled his boyfriend through the door frame and into his arms.

“Hey, yourself.” He heard Eddie murmur into his ear, hugging him just as fiercely as he did him.

Eddie stepped back for a moment to turn and pull the door closed behind them.

“Sorry. S’cold.” He smiled, looking absolutely adorable to Steve with his knitted beanie and cute pink nose, before leaning back into Steve’s embrace, eventually seeking out his lips with his own.

They kissed each other for several long, luxurious moments, losing themselves in it until neither of them could breathe and they had to pull apart, laughing softly. Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s, nuzzling their noses together, and the younger man seemed to notice for the first time just how cold the metalhead was.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Harrington.” Eddie kissed along the side of his mouth. It was equally as suave as it was antiquated, and the adoration Steve felt for him in that moment rendered him incapable of little more than blushing and grinning like a damned fool.

“Flatterer.”

Steve reached up to thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair when the sound of an egg timer rang out, making them both jump.

“Oh, shit, the food – come to the kitchen?” Steve started, already striding away.

“Y-yeah, I’m comihhng – hh! HG’Tchiew!! HN’ngxt’chiew! EhGxt’tchiew! Whoo…”

If Steve’s stomach had been a veritable pit of butterflies before, it was practically soaring in response to the desperate triple of hastily stifled sneezes that echoed out in the high-ceilinged hallway.

“Bless you, Eds – you okay?” He called out over his shoulder, successfully keeping his voice steady as he tended to the pot on the stove.

“Yeah, I’m fine, hon. Temperature change. I’m adjusting.” He heard Eddie respond, heard the thump of his boots as he dumped them in the hall and the rustle of his thick puffer jacket as he tossed it over the banister. He adjusted the temperature of the pots towards the back of the stove, listening as Eddie padded in behind him. The metalhead wrapped his arms around him from behind and buried his face into his neck, eliciting a squeal of protest that just made Eddie giggle and squeeze him harder.

“Your nose is freezing, dude!”

“All the more reason for me to hold you. Gimme some of that body heat, Stevie.” He punctuated his sentence with a distinctly wet sounding sniffle and Steve shivered in his arms. It was insane how reactive he was to even to the suggestion of any nasal irritation from his boyfriend – insane how responsive his entire body was to even the slightest touch from him at all.

Eddie must have felt him tremble – of course he did, cuddled right up against him – but he didn’t address it. Just pressed a kiss against the column of Steve’s throat one more time before pulling back and standing beside him, hip to hip.

“Smells good.” He leaned over the pots to peer inside. Steve managed to stop himself from asking how Eddie could possibly tell with such a stuffy nose, taking in the slight glitter of transparent mess starting to roll down his upper lip, no doubt urged along by the steam. Eddie seemed to take note of this himself and reached to tear off a couple of squares from the paper towel rack beside them, blowing his nose softly.

“God, sorry.” He muttered as he wiped his nostrils clean before tossing the damp paper into the trash. “Think my radiator’s dying, the van was freezing. My hands are like icicles.” Eddie flexed his fingers a few times for emphasis, and Steve tutted in concern.

“I think you made it just in time – the radio said snow.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised – guess we’re overdue, shit. At least almost everything that makes me an allergic mess will be dead and buried.” His eyes glittered with mischief as he watched Steve from under his lashes.

“Such a shame.” Steve responded, returning that heated gaze with a cheeky grin of his own. Eddie hummed and leaned back against the counter, watching for a moment as Steve continued to stir and adjust and fuss.

“Need me to do anything?”

“Oh, nah, I think I’m good…Actually, maybe just chop some more broccoli for me? Think I eyeballed it wrong.”

“You got it.”

Eddie set to work, pulling off his rings before chopping the vegetables tossed haphazardly on top of the cutting board. Steve had to remind himself to pay attention to the task at hand instead of staring dreamily at the metalhead’s hands – deceptively strong, as Steve had come to experience firsthand. He listened and laughed as Eddie relayed some of the surprisingly juicy gossip amongst the other men at the mechanic shop he’d found work at the past couple of months. The nagging and near-constant anxiety he’d learned to live with was melting away as it always did when Eddie was near, when he used his dramatic story-telling abilities to transform a workplace dispute into a tragic comedy of near Shakespearean proportions.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Steve pressed himself up against Eddie, holding him in his arms from behind as the metalhead had done a few minutes earlier. He sighed a breath of relief onto the nape of Eddie’s neck, into his unruly curls that smelled like cheap shampoo and cigarettes and the scent that was uniquely his own.

“Hi, baby.” Eddie chuckled, before carrying on with his story and starting up on the last stem of broccoli.

“Hi.” Steve murmured, holding him close as he continued with his story and the chopping. Steve was listening, he really was – but he was also distracted by every minute shifting of muscles in Eddie’s back and shoulders, the rumble of his voice sending vibrations through Steve's chest.

So calmed was he by these rhythmic motions and vibrations that it was enough to leave him uttering a dissatisfied little grunt when Eddie trailed off mid-sentence. He suddenly tensed in Steve’s arms, a gasp scissoring out of him.

“S-sorry, need’ta-!”

Steve felt his face flush as realisation of what was about to happen dawned on him. His cock twitched in his pants, flush against Eddie’s ass. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t experienced this before – his boyfriend sneezing in his arms as he held him – but 2 weeks with no physical contact at all intensified everything, sending Steve’s heartbeat skyrocketing. He continued to hold his boyfriend, pressing his cheek against a rising shoulder as Eddie hitched and hitched. He could feel the expansion of his back against his chest, feel the slight stretch of Eddie’s flat stomach as his lungs filled with air. Right as the metalhead fell rigid, hovering just over the precipice of release, he reached up to rest one hand over Steve’s where it held his midsection protectively.

And just like that, he was pitching forward and into the shoulder Steve wasn’t resting against in an attempt to spare the vegetables an unwanted baptism.

“HEH-ENGXT’tsieww!! HDT’Chieww!! EHh’shieww!! ‘TCHieww!! Hahh, wow….”

Steve was blushing right to the tips of his ears now, he just knew it. Feeling Eddie buck against him, the rich, vocal tone of his desperate little fit…God, he’d missed this. Missed him. If his clinginess didn’t get the message across, his stiff cock jabbing into Eddie’s ass definitely would.

“God bless you, baby.” He all but sighed, kissing between Eddie’s shoulder blades before tugging at his arm, urging him to turn around in his arms. Eddie complied, sniffling sweetly, and Steve pressed a quick flurry of small kisses all over his face, particularly his twitching nose – he was only human – until Eddie was giggling like a school girl at the attention.

Throughout the kissing and the cuddling, he could feel that the older man was still chilled through. His nose, though a little warmer than before, was cold against his lips. Eddie’s leather jacket was frigid, even after the cover of his larger winter coat. His hands still icy enough that Steve could feel the coldness of his fingers through his cotton shirt as they clutched at his back.

“You’re still freezing, honey. And those were some serious sneezes. You sure you’re not getting sick?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, obviously getting a little annoyed at Steve’s mother hen line of questioning. But he couldn’t help it – he was a worry wart, and his worries wouldn’t go away until he personally did something, anything to fix them. He knew it was almost pathological at this point, but as he brought his boyfriend’s hands up to his mouth to blow some warmth back into them, all he cared about was making him feel better.

“I’m fine, Stevie.” Steve didn’t miss the full body shiver that ran through him, no doubt triggered by the warm breath on his fingertips.

He dropped Eddie’s hands and started to roll up his boyfriend’s sleeves, pushing back the leather and cotton of his long-sleeved tee. When he ran his own fingertips over the raised skin there, Eddie shivered again.

“Look, you’ve got goosebumps.”

“Honestly, Steve, I’m fine. Just…thawing out a little.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Is a duck’s ass watertight?”

“Dude, what the hell,” Steve was laughing, and Eddie looked ridiculously pleased with himself, the way he did every time he successfully pulled a giggle out of him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now will you please quit worrying and feed me instead?”

“I’ll feed you if you go upstairs and change into my sweats or something. Get out of those cold clothes, please?”

Eddie put his hands up, rolling his eyes dramatically but smiling all the same.

“Okay, okay! I’m breaking out your finest cashmere sweater, since you insist.” He kissed the younger man on the cheek and squeezed past him, much closer than was necessary, and Steve felt one of those cold hands briefly grip his erection, standing at half-mast in his loose fitting sweats. Eddie snickered as he gasped in response, then cried out in mock-agony as Steve swatted him with a nearby wooden spoon.

“Dinner in 10!” He called up after his retreating boyfriend, already barrelling noisily up the stairs.

“Thank you, daddy!” Eddie called back, earning a gentle ‘ew’ that he wouldn’t have been able to hear over his own excitable laughter.

~~~~~~

Steve kissed into Eddie’s curls, holding his blanketed form protectively against him. After a dinner that the pair of them practically wolfed down (he’d never get tired of the litany of praises Eddie would send his way whenever he was eating his cooking), they’d cracked open a bottle of Steve’s parents’ most expensive red wine. Steve figured if they couldn’t be bothered to come home in over a year, then they wouldn’t notice a single missing bottle of Pinot Noir.

They were currently snuggled up on the couch, watching one tape of many Steve had smuggled back from Family Video. It had been Eddie’s choice, some schlocky Santa-themed horror movie, but Steve was hardly paying attention. He was focusing on the weight and (thankfully) increasing heat of Eddie half-sprawled in his lap, taking in each gleeful cackle as the deranged Santa hacked up yet another promiscuous teenager that had ended up on his naughty list. Or something.

It wasn’t just that the film was ass, or that Eddie was obnoxiously adorable. It was that with the ‘thawing’ had come a lot more sneezing than either of them had bargained for – and the wine had certainly not helped with that. Steve had offered to get antihistamines, but Eddie wholeheartedly refused. (“Rather be sneezing than sleeping. And I’m sure you agree, big boy.”)

So here Steve was, feeling a heady combination of mushy compassion and all-consuming lust for his poor boyfriend. He knew Eddie could feel the culmination of said lust pressing into him whenever he shuffled around, but he was choosing to ignore it – to drive Steve crazy or because he was just so absorbed in the terrible B movie, the younger man had no idea.

“EHh’NGXt’Ttchiew!! IGSHH!! Haht’TCHIEW!!”

Steve closed his eyes and let the sneezes echo in his head. He had half a mind to start recording his boyfriend when he got like this so he could play the glorious sound of it over and over at his leisure – but he was far too shy to ask for something like that, and the fear of anyone discovering a stack of tapes in his possession that were purely the sounds of his boyfriend’s plentiful allergies? Yeah. He’d probably drop dead right then and there.

He kissed the top of Eddie’s head and plucked several tissues from the box resting beside him, pressing them into his boyfriend’s open palm that was reaching gratefully out from under his blanketed cocoon.

“Here, baby.”

“Ugh. Thank you. I can’t stop.”

Steve bit his lip and willed his hips not to thrust as Eddie emptied his sinuses into the white bundle.

“Eddie…” he started.

“Before you ask again, Steve, and I mean it: I’m fine. I don’t want antihistamines. I’m totally content like this. Don’t worry.”

He turned around in the loop of Steve’s arms over his shoulders to kiss Steve, and the younger man squirmed at the pressure of Eddie’s hips against his crotch.

“Hah…” He gasped audibly this time. Eddie just smiled and kissed him again. It was about all he could take.

“You might be okay like this,” He sounded embarrassingly breathless. “…But I’m going insane.”

Eddie beamed at him.

“God, Stevie. You really did miss me, huh?” He teased, a gleeful lilt in his stuffy voice as he asked, and Steve’s suspicions that this was part of a sadistic little game at his expense were confirmed.

“You’re terrible,” he sighed, rolling his hips against Eddie. “I need to fuck you. Will you let me?”

“Hmm.” Eddie reached forward, purposely pushing his ass back against Steve, leaving him writhing and clutching at his hips. He took a swig from his wine glass before cuddling into him again.

“In a bit. I’m not finished with this movie yet.”

“Evil, man. You’re evil. God.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

Steve groaned and Eddie chuckled at his barefaced exasperation. When those chuckles started to fade, his body stiffening in Steve’s arms, the younger man practically growled.

“Eddie, I swear…”

Eddie sat up, shimmying off of Steve’s lap to sit next to him, thigh pressing into his own. The blanket slipped down his shoulders as he straightened up. To Steve’s utter delight, he actually started to wave a hand in front of his face as the sneeze built, the way he’d seen countless girls at school do but never until this point his own boyfriend.

“You’re going to kill me, you know?” He whined, reaching between his legs and allowing himself to squeeze hard.

“Ca-hann’t h-help ih-hih-!! Help it…the wine…It’s making me-! S’gonna make me-!!”

Steve cursed and reached his hand into his pants, ghosting over his underwear and the damp patch where the head of cock was practically leaking. He wrapped his palm around his length and fixed his eyes on Eddie – his fluttering eyelashes, flaring nostrils, mouth dropping open and eyebrows raising up, up, up…

“Hh-H-HH-!! HAHDT’TCHIEWwww!! ESSHHH’IEW!! Hah-IGXT!! Eh’NGXT!! ‘DDZSHHiewww!! Hohh’my god…”

Eddie flopped dramatically back against the couch, moaning softly as he luxuriated in the relief of that most powerful little fit. Steve also moaned, embarrassingly loudly, clutching his throbbing cock through the sticky cotton of his underwear. He was about one quick flick of the wrist away from shooting in his pants. He’d felt every tremor run through his boyfriend and jostle him on the couch – seen the way that, with thanks to Eddie’s fortunate positioning, the low lamplight lit up the delicate aerosol of each release as it burst into the air. He wanted to be on his knees in front of him. He wanted him to get out every tickle in his sensitive nose all over his skin. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted.

Eddie regarded him, turning his head with a lazy tilt from where it rested on the back of the couch. Steve didn’t miss the way his pupils were blown, practically black and making his huge, glittering eyes look ever bigger than usual.

“Bless me.” He said, and smiled when Steve swore under his breath.

“That was – that was amazing.” He admitted, pulling his hand out of his pants when he realised the pressure against his cock was only worsening his situation.

“Yeah?” Eddie flashed him a crooked smile, rubbing a finger lazily up against his pink nostrils, clearly getting off on the exhibitionism of it all. “What was so great about those specifically, honey? Did you like how loud they were?”

Steve swallowed, his flushed cheeks burning harder. It was still so hard to actually talk about this stuff out loud, in detail. He had no idea how Eddie did it.

“Not that. But – yeah, that was great too. No, the um – the lamp. Behind you. It – lit up the s-spray. I could really see it and it was – a lot. So. Yeah, it was. Really something.” He finished lamely, cradling his brow in an upraised hand, partially shielding himself from Eddie even whilst his cock throbbed at the confession.

“Oh, honey. Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” Eddie was crawling into his lap in an instant, gently extricating his hand so that Steve was forced to look at him. He smiled nervously back at the older man.

“Sorry. Still a bit shy.”

“You’ll get there. And in the meantime – I’ll make up for the both of us.” Eddie leaned in and rubbed his nose against Steve’s. “I love when you tell me what you like, baby. Makes me so hard. Love getting you off with my tickly nose.”

Steve gasped, feeling his entire body tingle in response to the low rumble of his boyfriend’s words. He lurched forward, closing the short distance between his and Eddie’s lips and kissed him hard. For a few short, wonderful moments, Steve thought they were putting an end to whatever blue-balling Eddie seemed intent on enforcing, but no dice. A particularly wrenching scream keened through the speakers of the television, and in a sudden swift motion, his boyfriend was pulling back from the kiss and turning heel, pacing towards the screen.

“You’re joking. You can’t be serious.” Steve groaned, his head flying back with a gentle ‘thunk’ against the back of the couch.

“I’m totally serious.” Eddie responded from the floor in front of the VCR. “I wanna know what happened. I’m rewinding it.”

“Eddie. I hate this. I want you.”

“Come on, Steve. There’s only, what? 30 minutes of this movie left? Surely you can hold out for 30 minutes.”

Eddie stood in front of him and smiled, all teeth and crinkled eyes. Steve would have felt endlessly bitter if not for the sight of his boyfriend’s own insistent erection pitching a tent in his borrowed, dark grey sweatpants.

“Fine.” He grumbled, and Eddie settled down next to him, kissing his cheek and wrapping the blanket round both their shoulders.

Steve tried to focus on the movie but it just wasn’t happening – not when he could feel his heartbeat in his dick and his equally as hard boyfriend was sniffling in his ear. For lack of anything better to do and praying for an adequate distraction, Steve reached for his wine glass and drained the contents in one large gulp. He wasn’t really a wine guy, but it wasn’t all bad.

A couple of minutes later he was no closer to focusing on the movie and no closer to having a flacid cock. It was as he shifted in his seat in an attempt to get an iota of relief that he felt it – the familiar irritating burn of a tickle taking hold in his sinuses. He could already tell he was going to sneeze – it was just so strong. He wondered for a moment if there was something to be said about the histamine levels in wine – it certainly seemed to get to Eddie, but so did everything. Either way, he figured he’d have some fun with this.

Tilting his head back slightly, he sniffled, hoping the action would urge the tickle along. And God, did it ever. He squinted his eyes against the sensation, feeling them starting to water. Just a moment later, his breath was catching and he started to hitch his way into an audible build-up. Both eyes fluttering shut now, he felt rather than saw his boyfriend tensing and turning in his lap to take in his desperate expression.

“Steve?”

“Hh-HAH!”

He thought he might be able to tease Eddie by talking his way through the hitching breaths that left his chest heaving and nostrils flaring in and out, but no. It was such an overwhelming tickle there was very little he could do but let it take over and do as it would with him. He tightened his hold on Eddie’s shoulder, mirroring the grip of the metalhead’s fingers against his upper thigh. With one final, gasping breath, he was lurching forward, aiming the brunt of the sneeze towards both of their laps.

“HH’RISSHHHHH’AH!!”

He felt Eddie’s fingers dig harder into his thigh, and his lips quirked into a shaky smile before he was tensing and releasing a second sneeze, again directly towards his boyfriend’s crotch.

“HAH-TSCCCHHHH’Ahh!!”

Both sneezes had been violent and drawn-out affairs – he blinked owlishly in the aftermath, relishing in the tingles each release sent from the base of his skull and down his spine. He leant back after a beat, wiping his damp lips and nostrils with the back of his sleeve, before snuggling back into Eddie – who he hadn’t so much as looked at even once. He could see that said metalhead was still staring at him at the periphery of his vision, still squeezing at his thigh with twitching fingers.

“Bless you, Stevie, holy fuck.”

Steve smiled pleasantly, as if he hadn’t shaken the entire house, let alone their shared couch, with each sneeze moments earlier.

“Thank you, hon. Think you gave me your tickle.”

Eddie cursed under his breath, as Steve knew he would, and now the smile splitting his face was downright mischievous. His boyfriend noticed, no doubt, and started to climb into his lap, but Steve stopped his advances with a firm hand to the chest. The look of incredulity Eddie flashed him as he was held back like an overexcitable puppy was objectively hilarious, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? You said you wanted to watch the movie. Surely you can hold out for – what – 20 minutes?”

The bemused looks of realisation that replaced Eddie’s previous confusion as Steve essentially quoted him back to himself was priceless, even funnier to Steve. He laughed again, enjoying every moment of this. He thought he could maybe understand his boyfriend’s little game, now – this was fun.

Eddie, veritably hoisted by his own petard and visibly aware of it, settled petulantly back under the blanket at Steve’s side.

“Oh, I can hold out, alright. I can hold out for as long as I like and more. You fucker.”

Steve just laughed again, nuzzled adoringly into Eddie’s curls as the older man tucked his head under his chin. The pair of them were jostled softly just a few moments later when Eddie trembled with a sudden fit of sneezes, half-stifled into the fist he haphazardly pressed up against his nose.

“Hh’GKKt! IGXT! Hh’DTCchh! Hh-! HIG’tchu!! Ah…sorry…”

Steve kissed the top of his head, murmuring a soft 'bless you' as he willed his heartbeat to return to an acceptable rate. Despite almost believing his boyfriend’s repeated confirmations that he wasn’t getting sick, concern blossomed in his chest at the thick sound of Eddie’s post-sneeze snuffling. Reaching up with one firm hand, he tenderly brushed the older man’s fringe out of the way before resting his broad palm on the skin of his forehead. He heard Eddie tut, but he didn’t pull away.

“Yeah, okay. Doesn’t feel like you’re getting sick.” He muttered after a beat, feeling a little better.

“Told you.” Steve could practically hear the eyeroll in that statement.

“You’re still not entirely warmed up.”

“So keep holding me.”

Steve did, wrapping his arms tighter around Eddie and pressing his face right back into those curls. It was becoming a bit of an addiction – his boyfriend’s hair. The texture of it, the smell. It wasn’t the softest, but he didn’t care. It felt wonderful smushed up against his cheek. A little tickly though. Steve grinned and continued to kiss and rub his face against Eddie’s head like a clingy house cat – (no protest from the metalhead, who invited any and all physical contact from him) - allowing the stray fly-away hairs to tease his already sensitive nostrils. He sniffled experimentally, and yeah, that had done it.

He barely had a couple of seconds to angle his face away so that he wasn’t sneezing directly into Eddie’s hair, but the frantic twisting meant that his balance was compromised.

“HH’YISSSSSCHHH’EW-!!!”

As the sneeze practically tore through his throat, he scrambled to free one arm from the protective circling of Eddie’s shoulders. He managed to keep himself from toppling both himself and his boyfriend off the sofa with his right arm planted firmly on the cushions, but it didn’t mean the pair of them hadn’t been considerably shaken in the process. God, that had tickled. He opened his eyes, a tear of irritation rolling down his cheek as he blinked. He blushed slightly to see the residual spray of that sneeze still hanging in the air for some seconds before dissipating gently.

“God. ‘Scuse me.” He managed to keep his voice steady, even as his cock throbbed with the mischievous thrill of purposely making himself sneeze to wind his boyfriend up – something Eddie played up constantly.

It had been enough to break said metalhead, apparently. He was pulling Steve’s face to his own almost immediately, pressing a heated kiss to his lips and groaning at the sensation of the younger man’s slick nostrils against the side of his face. Steve kissed back eagerly, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be teasing his boyfriend but then no longer caring.

“I’m feeling a lot warmer now, honey. Trust me,” Eddie sighed against his mouth, having pulled back from the kiss with an obscene spit-slick pop.

“My bed is even warmer.” Steve replied, voice thick with arousal as Eddie’s clever, wandering hands seemed to ignite every nerve they skimmed over. “Only 15 minutes or so left of the movie.”

At that, Eddie paused in his ministrations and sat back. Steve watched, panting slightly, as the older man’s facial muscles ticked and twitched, an inner battle of impulsivity and self-control evidently warring within him. Eddie had a lot of physical tells, once you got to know him. He was an incredibly expressive person in both physicality and verbiage, and Steve was thankful for it – it meant he didn’t have to spend too much time agonising over whether he was second-guessing what his boyfriend was really feeling.

Eventually, Eddie turned to face him, a blank expression plastered to his face.

“Fuck it.”

“Come again?”

“Fuck it. Screw it. Can’t do this anymore. I’ve seen this shit before, Santa dies at the end.”

Eddie jumped to his feet and extended an eager hand towards Steve, a crooked smile well and firmly planted on his mouth. Steve grinned back and gripped Eddie’s forearm, allowing his boyfriend to yank him to his feet and lead him eagerly towards the stairs, both of them giggling like the lovesick idiots they were. This was gonna be fun.

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Entrail of faith — König x f!reader

part 2!!!!!!!! part 2 part 2 part 2!!!

pt.1 is here

I would like to state that I'm literally just throwing myself into this and letting the thoughts blurb; so if it seems messy, loose, or unorganized its bc I am trying my best :) sorry in advance for anything that may seem plot-holey, geographically incorrect, etc. please feel free to comment on my use of language, setting, wtv— I love feedback and want you guys to enjoy it!!!

this one is also a bit longer tee-hee, and also more revoling around you!

cw: more of konig being a stalker, more talk of kidnap and the like, very brief mention of a daddy kink/use of daddy as a title (its more of a sugar baby kinda way, but hes also just gross), he wants to take full advantage of you, he is very nasty but he loves you so :3

no sex.. yet.

You were a smart girl, but maybe if you were a smarter girl, you wouldn't find yourself staring at an empty message log— thumbs dancing over the screen while you gnaw, and gnaw, and gnaw at that pretty lower lip.

It's insane of you, you think. Giving salt to the interest of a stranger, a man who was clearly dangerous— could so obviously kill you given the chance— one you'd caught glances of during your shifts, always seeming to show up only when you work.. But— Christ.

The years had not been kind, and being a girl settling into her early twenties, a totally foreign land to start a new life in— not a single soul to keep her warm— well, it embeds a certain sense of desperation. Perfect for men like König. Who, of course, could barely handle a woman under any legitimate means.

Inexperience dripped off of you like a waning ooze, glistening with incompetence for what you could be experiencing— a misted perfume that engulfed you, an aura that "spooked" most anyone anywhere near your age. It kept you at lengthy reach from others, and plastic toys had become your only solace in the pariah'ed life you've lived.

Not him, though, it drew him in— and he could taste it on his tongue, swirl it against his gums and swallow like the loveliest shot of Jager. You would be his favorite spirit to indulge in, and all you needed to do was speak.

He already knew your name, of course he did; so when you texted him— confirming that, yes, this was the cute girl from the diner, and frivolously providing your sweet name in your fluster— it didn't surprise him, but it did make him purr with satisfaction. You were so much closer now, so much easier to bend to his will than you could imagine.

Retirement wouldn't be too bad, it seemed.

Perfect, actually, when he really thought about it. Enough savings in the bank to keep him comfortable until he died of old age, or took an unexpected bullet in the neck; and with the added addition of you? Oh, he was going to bask in heaven's light every night. God had sent him his very own angel— maybe he'd pray, just to say thanks.

He wasn't worried about you not liking him— no, not a bit. It wasn't a choice in his mind, either you liked him, or you didn't… and what he had in mind for if you didn't — well.. it was a particularly nasty thing, and he certainly wasn't bringing it up in therapy. Lest he enjoy the comfort of a solitary, padded room with a jacket to match his confinement— maybe even a damp cell, if they felt so generous.

He was going to have you, whether he had to chain you up in his basement, chain you to his bed post, adorn you with a proximity collar— it didn't. matter.

He was going to have you, and you would have him— a smart girl like you would understand, right? He only wants what's best for you.

That's why he followed you home tonight. Silly girl, don't you know you should take the trolley? There's so many bad, scary men out here— you're lucky he watches your every step, and memorizes the direct path to your home from the shadows, someone could hurt you, sweet girl— and he'd have to make a mess, just for you.

He even watched as you poised your fingers to text him, that sharp sight was a blessing— and observing you as you gnaw at your bottom lip until it swelled was stored into a deep, dark part of his mind for later. Ever still, he found it so amusing how oblivious you were— you should really scan your surroundings more.

Though, when he made it to your home— he found a deep frown tugging at him. Oh, this simply would not do. This was not the place to be for his princess, his darling girl— no, not at all.

This rundown complex was much too grimy for one as stunning as you, everything paled in comparison to you— of course it did, nothing mattered like you— but this was just.. sad, nobody as lovely as you deserved to be so impoverished. The dappled foundation, the assumed stench of cigarettes that must cling to the walls within— he had to get you out of there, and fast.

He almost considered marching in right then, ripping you from the safety of your supposed "home"— but he knew better of it. You needed to be won delicately, you were so sweet, but wracked with nerves like a stumbling fawn— one wrong move, a step too quick, and you'd bolt— he could smell fear, and you held it like a cross to bear. That didn't keep him from feeling angry, however.

He was going to pray, offer thanks, but not anymore. No gracious lord would allow such divinity to suffer like this— no self-proclaimed "God of Man" would allow their subject to wallow in such filth. His sweet girl, he was going to give you much more— so much more than this. He would do what God had failed to. He would help you to understand the divinity of man— and what he had to offer. Father was roiling in his grave at the sacrilege.

That was a nice piece to chew on as he walked back to his car— of course he parked elsewhere, home was much too far to walk from— stuck in a wish-washy daydream of you worshipping him, kneeled at his feet and devoted just as you should be. He'd make it better, he'd make it all better, you need only give him time.

— What are you doing tomorrow night, maus?

He texts, already churning with ideas. Most of them are to capture you, of course, but we've established this— we can't do this. However, he is on the more mundane side of things, wondering how he can somehow pay your rent for a few months— or atleast until he can coax you out of that fucking hellscape in the worst part of town. Regardless, totally normal, gentleman-like, things.

— I work a shift from 17:30-21:00 tmrw night :( but I'll be free after work!!

You're even cute with the way you text, so fitting of you— it makes him chuckle, especially with how quickly you'd replied. In his mind, you're hovering over the phone, jumping at every notification in hopes of it being him.

— No worries, little one, I'd like for you to get your rest. Maybe I could walk you home tomorrow, get to know each other?

He's as articulate as ever, feeling as if you'd appreciate his use of grammar and pronunciation— he hopes you read books, he'd buy you a million books, make you read to him while he bounced you on his knee— maybe you'd call him daddy, if he spoiled you enough. He had so many plans for you, it almost made his head hurt, though his cock absorbed most of his rushing blood.

— That would be lovely :)

It would be, wouldn't it? He'd already walked you home now, you just hadn't known it (you'd never know,) and he'd be able to spend tomorrow evening staring at you the whole time— hence why he memorized the path, and for.. other reasons; but those weren't currently relevant, now were they?

— Good. See you then, Engel.

He could see you now, punching these little nicknames into a poorly guided translator— the blush smattering across your soft little cheeks, your eyes creasing as you couldn't help that smile— God, even the small things about you made his palms itch. He was so excited to have you, hold you, touch and use you when he got close enough. It wouldn't be long now.

He was always so good at planning things.

The following evening was a rampage. A festival, perhaps, had ripped through the small town— something about music, either way, the streets were eruptive with fervor.

You, just starting out here, are not well accustomed to this area's cultures— and when the café becomes swamped? Well, you're definitely fritzing for some form of substance. Anything to keep a smile on your face while grown adults trash your place of work, and the surrounding area, in a drunken wake. For crying out loud, you barely knew the language here, and people tend to forget any English instruction they've had once a fiery drink hits their system.

Austria. It'd be the death of you.

Forced to close early due to the mess— much to the dismay of drunk, middle-aged men looking for something greasy to fill their maws— the last hour of your day was spent putting a rag to the wall, the floors, the windows; anything your mind could think of, it had to be cleaned. Tired was an understatement, and 'aching' could not be a severe enough adjective for the sensation settling in your joints.

Maybe if you were a more aggressive person, you'd take it out on your manager. Take a bottle of bleach and splash it in his eyes, maybe a bit of strangulation— that was always on the forefront of your concious— and especially now, as he stood outside and lackadaisically sweeped at the "dirty" corner the building sat on. The lazy fuck, can't even make a proper payroll— the bleach sounded a bit more enticing.

You of course shove these thoughts into the supply closet, along with all the other cleaning products that had been collected from their strewn about positions across the diner. It was almost time to go home, maybe ten minutes or so— and you were getting paid for your last hour, come hell or high water. Rent didn't pay itself, and you almost wish you hadn't treated yourself last night to delivery with that tip König slipped to you— could've been handy.

If only you knew how he was itching to have you practically keep his wallet, you'd find out soon anyways.

You stood behind the bar, leaned into it with a placid expression on your face— slumped and tired, and there was no taming your hair. You partially wanted to cancel the little walk you had so eagerly agreed too, but thought better of it— exhaustion ate at you, however, almost in an irritable sense. The urge to cancel just got stronger, and stronger.

Until he was spotted down the street, that almost completely soured your mood— had not the very sight of him set your pulse to palpitate uncomfortably quick. You took a minute to really observe him, at least from a far. He was giant, no doubt about it— regardless of your size or shape, he dwarfed you, and he didn't have to be up close and personal to tell.

His face was mostly obscured, little black mask hanging across his features— this time around though, no sunglasses to hide his eyes— you were fluttering with excitement at the thought of someone's eyes, Jesus, you're kinda weird. Desperate girl, aren't you?

Regardless, he seemed a bit more.. exposing of himself— and, he was here before the agreed time, like an actual fucking man would do.

Huh, maybe the big giant wasn't a bad choice.

Maybe you just didn't know him well enough.

— Schatz! Nice to see you..

He was warm, inviting. If you didn't have sense in your head, you'd climb into his strong-looking arms, beg him to carry you home like a whiny child— of course, you didn't. Only offering him a smile, and taking his arm as he offered it— the sight making your heart stir a little more.

— Nice to see you too, König. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here, I know it's a mess out here right now.

You laugh, but you feel almost guilty for making him come all this way. Yes, he offered, yes, he came here anyways— but Innsbruck during a music festival wasn't exactly.. controlled, and he didn't seem to be the type to like crowds. Something you understood, and sensed very quickly.

— Nonsense, even more of a reason for me to accompany you, little one. Keep you safe.

He gives your arm a squeeze with his free hand, it's soft, gentle— so unexpected from hands that looked as if they could rip your throat out. A frisson of heat creeped it's way up your spine. You'd never been the type to depend on someone, or need someone— but hearing him speak that way.. it was definitely flipping some form of switch inside you.

— You're very kind.

You hum in response, taking a step closer to him as you walked— and he kept his eyes on you the whole time, the route burned into his mind. Though, your phrase did not fall on deaf ears— and he had to keep himself from shoving his tongue down your throat right there— you cannot say things like that to him, you are too good and pure.

— To you, at the very least.

— Why's that?

— Why not?

Banter could be good for the soul, and you almost felt desperate when he looked down to you— eyes creasing from what could only be a smirk. You felt flustered under his gaze, small and compact, but.. safe. Watched over, and protected.

Something about his eyes, his demeanor— the way he so graciously walked you along and made sure you didn't step on a single crack or bump in the sidewalk— it tip, tip, tipped you over into a fuzzy headspace you hadn't felt before. Something small, something compact, something malleable.

— Dunno. Men aren't usually kind.

— Boys, then. You are much too beautiful to be handled by a boy.

You cocked a brow at his statement, an amused chuckle leaving your tired lips. He was a strange man, no doubt caring, but even you could tell he harbored things— kept himself from saying and doing things that might be taken incorrectly, or be downright abhorrent. You should be afraid of him, you should run for the hills and scream for help, you should sense the predator who already has his claws dug deep into your skin.

But you don't, and you don't think you ever would.

Call it string theory, call it hope, call it desperation or an offered entrail— but you placed faith in him, praying that he wouldn't make decorations of your guts— because something more spoke to you, something outside of the two of you held you together steadfast. Mother had always told you to heed universal implications.

— Are you from around here, König?

— Nein, places like this..? eh, not my style. The mountains are much quieter, prettier.

Just how far had this guy traveled? Innsbruck had mountains, yeah, but it wasn't the most secluded of places— quiet didnt exist here. You had to gauge that maybe he blew in from Salzburg, it got less noisy and more rocky the further you went along the North chain. Either way, it was clear to you now that he wasn't just strolling about, he definitely had an agenda.

— Mm. Quite right, starting to regret settling down in such a busy area. I've always enjoyed the quiet.

— Agreed.. What brings you to Austria, Maus?

A good question, a fine one. You didn't know, you got a lump sum from a dead relative— and took off running. America never suited you, and the country was falling to ruins; what would you have stayed for?

— Something refreshing.

— ..And that is..?

— Sights, sounds, self-recognition- I'm unsure, but it's better than home.

He seemed to understand that, a knowing hum vibrating through the berth of his chest. He curled your arm closer to his body, your hip brushing against him as he took an even, slow pace— clearly difficult for him, but you could only move so fast.

The closeness felt nice in that moment, like it was unnecessary to share words— just enough had been said. It was a different sensation flowing through you. Yes, to be frank, you'd been lusting over him since he gave you his number— a little attention can go a long way— but it was different. That feeling of safety was blanketed with another— familiarity.

— Any family, libeling?

— Estranged, haven't spoken to them in years.

Another knowing hum, but it was followed by an amused sound— a chuckle. If the melancholy of the fact hadn't been refreshed, the sound would've made you pounce like a starved animal. He was attractive as all hell— and you didn't even need to see his full face.

— What's funny?

You try not to sound offended, you aren't, not really. Though, his amusement is of interest to you.

— Nothing, I assure you. It just seems that you and I are very similar. You are an interesting little thing.

— Ha! I'm as face value as they come, I promise you that.

— Don't be so humble, it's unnecessary for a lovely girl like you. I'll be the judge of that.

It was almost as if he was scolding you, but you brushed it off with an amused huff of air— leaning into his shoulder as he walked you along. You could stop his heart with such a thing, you saw him so much differently than others, didn't you? What a rare girl you were.

He wound an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. He was surprised by his own boldness, but the energy you held was so.. comforting, something in his core shook at the sensation— like a blockage finally being relieved. It could only get sweeter when you returned the gentle grasp, slipping an arm over his slender back.

— I.. this made my night better. Thank you.

You blushy little angel, of course, of course, anything for you. Oh, he needed to give you the world. He'd start a war for you— his very own Helen of Troy.

— Of course, sweet girl. Need to make sure you get home safe and happy, ja?

You laugh and squeeze his side, and he's pushing down another round of nasty thoughts like burning tequila. You have him chomping at the bit for every artifice of your affection.

— Such a gentleman..

— As I was raised to be, Schatz.

It burns him when he has to drop you off at that complex.. again. He wants nothing more than to take you home, invite you to a bed much-too-big, suffocate you in thread counts your wallet couldn't fathom— but it was much too soon, and you were much too angelic for him to ever want to spook you.

It burns you in turn, looking up at him with a shy smile. You want to invite him in, have him over for the night— but it seems you both agree on the terms of "much too soon", and you can't help but feel insecure at the.. state.. of your livingspace. It's nothing lavish, and it's moorish— maybe some other time.

— We should do this again.. I enjoyed this.

— I agree, liebling. Let me know when you work next, hm? Or maybe when you're free, I'll come visit you.

He made you feel as blushy as a school-girl, like you were a gift wrapped in fine bows just for him.

— I'll send you my schedule.

— Guten Mädchen.. I'll see you later then.

And, as if the gods had their hands on your shoulders, he leaned in— pulling his mask down just enough to kiss the top of your head before swiftly moving it back into place, and giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb. Your skin was on fire, that cheek was never getting washed again.

Good fucking God, coming undone at the smallest touch, are we?

— Goodnight-! Get home safe..

He was already halfway down the block, damn, he's fast.

You're already getting obsessed, damn, he's good.

#konig x reader #könig cod #cod mwii #Cod #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #König my beloved #My nasty man #the only guy ever #chorizoaspeaks #f!reader #reooreewww I want him

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xhdream · 4 months

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i'm so sorry i keep flooding ur inbox i have so many thoughts that i need to get out and this is like the only page that's freaky enough to write it im SO sorry 😭😭😭

this is like mayyybee a stretch but i personally see gaon as a super bratty and mean type, but the second you ask to dom he's like putty under your fingertips. imagine buying one of those prostate massager toys (basically a long thin curved rod that's inserted and targets the prostate by vibrating it; and you can control the vibratons. it also has a cock ring on the other end to A, keep it in place and B, stop him from cumming without asking 😞) and you absolutely torture him with it for the day. sending him off to do bullshit nonsense chores just to get needy texts from him begging and pleading for you to pause it for just a second.

"Please baby, just a second please, i can't take it."

and when he gets home he is begging and pleading on his knees, he'll do "anything you want" for his release. begging, tears, sniffling, crying, the absolute works. he's a total mess, pre-cum soaking the front of his boxers, tip so dark red it's almost purple and every little touch makes his body lurch up with even more filth flowing from his lips.

"P-pleasepleasepleaseplease let me cum, please baby just let me fucking cum.." teeth gritted, whimpering through his clenched jaw, hands gripping the bedsheets and his eyes welled up with another round of tears ready to fall.

OH I FEEL INSANE RNN.

tee hee sincerely, with much brain rot, ~💝

WHYYYYY are you doing this to me this should be ILLEGAL IM CALLING 911 HELLO

jiseok being bratty is not a stretch at all, and it’s the hottest thing ever. like PLEASE let me dom you and do not do a single thing i tell you to do!!! why? idk this man just affects me in such insane ways i can’t explain it 😭

i can see this starting as a bet. you’d share with him the idea you have, telling him how by the time he comes back he’ll be begging on his knees, and he’d find it SO amusing. he’d confidently protest that nothing like that would happen until it does and now he has a wish to fulfill you for being a sore loser 🤭

i can’t. this is all i’ll be thinking about now, i’m ready to have another sleepless night. YOUR BRAIN ANONIE YOUR BRAIN !!!!!

#💌: xhdream inbox #💝 anon #jiseok hard thoughts #gaon hard thoughts

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docholligay · 1 year

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Given that your SM universe's Mina also has an insane sheisty power that is essentially cracking someone open against their will to manipulate them I'm curious about what she would do with it if she was somehow stranded in your OW universe

It happens. You get cocky.

You get cocky, and then you get careless, and then you get stupid, and then you’re holding yourself up on the edge of a pub counter, holding your throbbing jaw.

In fairness, no one had ever caught her before. How could they? It was the stuff of fairy tales and fantasy novels, and she was just some cute little Japanese girl. (Always a girl, never a woman) So kawaii and all that. No danger here. Tee-hee, look at my little backpack charm, tee-hee, my skirt comes to my thigh, tee-hee, I bumped into you, tee-hee, your wallet’s gone and you can’t stop thinking about your dead mother. A deep bow and a thousand pardons, guy-going-into-the-office-sama.

Lucky for Mina, said assailant hadn’t considered the optics of giving a solid right hook to the cute little Japanese girl who’d so innocently touched her arm as she walked by, and was currently reaping the rewards of her correct impulses. Even her companions were asking her what the hell was wrong with her.

You only have a moment. Think. Decide.

“She reached into me--”

There was a man coming up next to Mina, asking her if she was all right.

“Bloody cracked bitch!” A man’s voice, laden with anger, filled the pub. He wants to hurt the woman in the leather jacket, the one that felt so--

“Right, and no use beating the mental! Lena, we ‘ave to go. Now.”

It was good advice for Mina, probably, too. She was still a little shell-shocked from the accusation. Get out of my head, she’d screamed before she hit Mina. She knew, somehow. No one has ever known. Not even people who should.

How?

Mina bit down, hard, on the side of her mouth and tasted the salt and iron as big tears dripped down her cheeks and she looked up at the man next to her.

“I--oh, sorry, sorry.” She bowed, hands pressed together. Easy to tell immediately which of the Japanese girls she needed to be in which place. “So sorry.”

She looked over at Lena. She shouldn’t have, but she did. A dark-haired woman, probably related based on the shapes of their noses, the pattern of speech, and the general way she seemed to be trying to keep Lena from getting murdered by two large men, was shuffling her toward the door.

Lena met her gaze immediately, past the two men.

“You know what you did.” Gritted teeth, almost a hiss, but Mina still heard it perfectly. “Liar.”

Mina had scared her. It hadn’t, strictly speaking, been her intention, but it hadn’t not been her intention, either. She had simply been curious. Some people, you see and you know there’s something inside of them, something to crack into. Most people’s sorrow, their pain, their happiness, their delight, was all very boring, but Mina had seen the light on her chest, and known.

Cold. It had been so cold. So cold and so lonely, like being a ghost. Cold. Cold like lightning.

She had reached in, and the thing inside Lena had bitten Lena, but it had also bitten Mina, too. That was the only reason Lena got the drop on her, she reassured herself. Could never have happened otherwise.

But how had she known? Most people blamed themselves, or a news article, or some passing media, for the rush of feeling Mina brought out in them. They can’t imagine a simple touch, they can’t see the other Mina, Venus, reaching inside them and flipping through their mind. Only Seers ever knew, and usually not even them.

The girl currently getting bodily thrown against a wall and out of the pub didn’t look like a Seer, but then again, what did they look like anyway? Were Michiru and Rei so much alike?

How?

Mina caught her glace as she straightened up, wiping away a tear with the napkin she was offered, and as Lena got thrown out of the place, their eyes met again.

Mina gave her a toothed smile. A whispered word.

Later.

#I can't decide if Mina and Lena would be the greatest team or if they would hate each other but probably yes #Actually no I think Lena would hate MIna but Mina would just be like 'whatever man'#'don't hate the player hate the game'#'What game?? YOU are doing this! For fun!'#Fareeha loves her because she's a brilliant strategist with Lena's quickness and her attention to detail #Also because Fareeha is among the many that's like 'why am I suddenly thinking about my mother's betrayal?'#I don't know that I think anyone else would catch her #honestly the only reason I have Lena catching her is a) It's fun but also b) getting slipstreamed made Lena work differently in some ways

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bringcal · 1 year

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is the "lil cal" Jake stuff an au?

Anon i would like you to know you made me finish this up so i can answer this.

... soooo.. Yes but also no?? but also yes?

originally cal jake is just my persona and just associated it with what I call "calstuck" , a general joke au where everyone in the comic is dressed like lil cal. But I started thinking and came up with Becquerel dirk as well.

Here's how it works:

Jake partly being lil cal would come from bro strider, while Dirk partly being bec would come from Grandpa harley. This means that If jane would be part-something, itd be from mom lalonde, and roxy would be part-something from nanna.

For beta kids, it would mean jade is connected to alpha dave, dave is connected to grandma english, rose is connected to poppop crocker, and john is connected to alpha rose.

Associated items or concepts are up to interpretation, but this is what I came up with personally:

Jake is lil cal ( Because of bro strider )

Jake isn't just dressed like cal. Hes also additionally more insane and generally full of laughter. He also seems to be a literal puppet.. looking human but if you broke his seams, stuffing would come out!

Dirk is becquerel ( Because of grandpa harley )

Dogboy. has doggy attributes. generally quite powerful too. loves his radiation steak. essentially dogtier

Jane is Jaspers ( Because of mom lalonde )

Kitty cat ! just more cat-like. meow meow

Roxy is a Harlequin ( Because of nanna. This is more of a Dad egbert thing, but I couldn't make her into a cake monster.. )

Like Jake, roxy is stuffed just doesn't look like it. Roxy has more of a trickster passion now as well. Limbs are longer probably

Jade is maplehoof ( Because of Alpha dave )

Horse girl, partakes in horsy activities like running and galloping more :) No hooves, still have human hands and feet!

Dave is L.E ( Because of Grandma english )

Dave isn't actually that powerful. Ego is through the fuckin roof. like cal jake, also in kind of insane. has a gold tooth !

John is a wizard ( Because of Alpha rose )

John actually has powers! Has a needle wand and silly outfit. more of a Wise Guy ( tee hee )

Rose is a stuffed corpse ( Because of poppop. Sorry I didn't know what to do for him )

dead girl walking, bitch!

If you want to change up the order ( such as dave being cal, thus making dirk maplehoof, etc. ) thats totes chill. Mix and match however the hell you want. Theres no backstory to this and is completely utterly for fun

#homestuck au #au #homestuck #askies #fuckerystuck

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madwickedawesome · 10 months

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ty for the good omens infodumping its actually so interesting pls tell me more im invested

HGGHGHNGHGHHGJDFJDF ok so the general gist of the story is theres an angel (aziraphale)(MEEEEEE) and a demon (crowley) and they r both so repressed theyve been pining for literally 6000 years bc they will never just talk to each other. and in s1 they do their DAMNDEST to stop the apocalypse from happening (there was an accidental swap between the antichrist baby and some kid and it was a whole thing) and be queer on the side. so heaven is this like. sanitary corporate solitary confinement sorta terrible area . and aziraphale does NOT fit in bc the angels r just as huge of assholes as the demons. and hell is a Different very messy very dark corporate wasteland and crowley doesnt fit in here either!!!!! and basically at the end of s1 aziraphale and crowley (after successfully defying heaven & hell) create their Own side which is like the secret little third thing. AND THEY JUST MAKE ME SO INSANE and its sooooo queer and soooooooo autism and i am both of those things! upon explaining it to my friend he said "Christanity but based + old man yaoi" and i found it very accurate so

s2 is seemingly about one of the terrible angels (gabriel)(now jim!!) losing his memory and finding himself naked and amnesic outside aziraphales bookshop and aziraphale has to hide him from Everyone as in Both Heaven And Hell. and a SILLY GOOSE ANGEL named muriel comes to investigate but ends up getting adopted by azi as well!!!!!!!!!! and it looks like theres gonna be more pining but also there was a leak where [REDACTED][REDACTED][REDACTED] so im insanely excited tee hee hee .

also further note aziraphale was written after me fr i will never be able to fully explain how insane he makes me he is THE EPITOME OF MY BEING. he is obsessed with doing the Good Thing and being a Good Angel and he refuses to make many new changes to his life and listens to classical music and loves himself some art and has been deeply in love with his best friend for a very long time and wears suits and is the silliest and and and HE JUST MAKES ME SO CRAZY like he is so me. but thats just that u know how it is

another side note???????? this s2 promo makes me want to DIE I AM SO EXCITED FOR SEASON 2.

theres a theory that crowley is going to betray aziraphale but i SERIOUSLY doubt it (except it he does it will NOT be intentional) bc that guy is smitten i promise u . u just have to watch it i swearI CANT TELL WHY NIER IS TRENDING ON TWITTER.ok i have no idea. sorry that was a little side note bc im word vomiting this but also i am so excited for season 2 it has me using twitter. its bad. ok toodles ejhhejwhklerhkewljer WATCH GOOD OMENS

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eggbagelz · 11 months

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OUUUUUUUGH DO YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO THE KILLJOYS.

dr death defying is my fav but the way u jus described motorbaby..... she might take the crown....

okok now i gotta ask- what r ur fav hcs abt any of the killjoys? or what hcs are so stuck in your brain that theyre practically canon to you??? i love ur killjoys sm please i would love to hear you ramble abt them >:]

OH WELL SINCE U ASKED

Actually I've been wanting to talk abt my hcs for a while so THANK U FOR THIS TEE HEE

Anyway! I think like. My interpretations [or hcs i guess] of the 'joys is a lil nonstandard in some ways bc i took the blank slate of their personalities and ran with it GSJSH [so these are all like. Canon to me. Basically. Sorry gerald u never gave ur apocalypse ocs personalities so theyre mine now] basically like. I have some v set hcs on their personalities and main characteristics as a whole

SO!

I like to think that fun ghoul is like. While hes v v chatty and more than a little mischievous hes also EXTREMELY perceptive to the point it's unnerving, and while hes not v good with his own emotions he's fucking insanely good at picking up other people's, as well as like. Tiny details and shit that others wouldn't have noticed. Hes still an idiot tho godbless GKEHSJ. Hes the number one mad gear fanboy. Hes good w explosives but crap with other tech.

Kobra. Ohohohohohohohoooo kobra. Ppl like to hc him as v stoic [which im not implying is a bad hc at all btw!!! Just an observation] but i like to thing hes EXTREMELY emotional and p unpredictable. A v shoot first ask questions later type, and deathly afraid of being percieved as cowardly or weak. Absolutely GARBAGE shot, which is why he has stun gloves. Practically the fucking tech whisperer.Official motorbaby wrangler. Gets astronomical amounts of ass but is terrified of feeling any romantic emotions.Half Japanese, he and poison are fraternal twins!

POISON! Also extremely emotional but has it under sliiightly better control than kobra [lol. "Control." How full's that bottle ur filling ur feelings with now pois?]. Very very good w tactical stuff and planning, likes logic and such. Also v flamboyant and enjoys colour and the life of the zones. Prettiest 'joy in the zones, seriously. Talks a LOT but has absolutely no fucking filter. Extremely sex positive.Abt as emotionally intelligent as a brick. Also half japanese ic the they and kobra being twins thing didnt make it obvious GDJDDJ. Terrified of death but doesnt know it. Romatic feelings for jet are approximately the size of the continent of asia

Jet jet jet jet jet. My sweet girlboy. Lost his entire family in a shootout against bli when he was 14 and now suffers from "i have to keep everyone i love safe at all fucking costs so help me god" disease so bad that its actually a reflex now. Took care of motorbaby the most when she was an infant. Best shot in the zones GODBLESS. Hes got an eye [ha] for beauty and appreciates p much everything the world has to offer as best he can. Trying to be an optimist despite his horrendous anxiety disorder. Spanish is his first language! Doesnt talk much and thinks carefully abt what he says before he says it. Madly in love with poison but has carefully filed that away under "n" for "never touching that ever"

Motorbaby. Stuck halfway between "extremely unchildlike behavior" and being a regular weird little girl. Far too used to violence. LOOOOVES big robots so much her favorite toy is an old mecha action figure ghoul fixed up for her. Impossible not to love, seriously. ADORES her big brothers. High energy but also burns out quickly and has to nap a LOT. Picked up some of the languages the fab four speak aside from english [spanish, italian, and snatches of japanese] but in the manner that means she knows how to swear in four languages. Veeery small

Jet and ghoul are desert boys [tho ghoul wasnt born in the desert and was smuggled out of bat city by his dad when he was a toddler], while kobes and poison are cityboys [escaped when they were both 13]. Jet's the oldest, ghoul's the youngest

I also have some ideas abt zones culture but aside from the talk abt bigotry probably still being rampant in the zones thats smth im saving for my roadtrip au fic tee hee

#SOREY FOR THROWING BLOCKS OF TEXT AT U. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN #theyre consuming my thoughts they are consuming my BRAIN im so normal. so so normal.#also thank u so much for saying u like my danger days thoughts GSJDHDJ ur so sweet <33333 #really im just playing barbies honestly. thats whats happening here #also sorry for being a jetpoison person do u still think im hot 🧍🏻‍♂️#danger days #[comm noise]

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fisheyezzz · 4 months

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Sorry for being insane in your inbox btw. whoops. Tee Hee. Tee Her perhaps.

we are all insane here dw

#ask

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steveharrington · 2 years

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sorry to be a freak and come here instead of actually commenting on ao3 but i love how tommy functions as this foil/parallel to jonathan in your fic???? like they both have a mentally ill mother and an instinctive distrust of men who attempt to enter her life (maybe reaching but i’m reading that tommy has a good reason for that distrust the same way that jonathan’s wariness stems hugely from his father).

and just like jonathan he’s parentified—going to meetings for her, making sure to keep her meds in order—but i feel like whereas jonathan has will to look after which leads to him turning the resentment he harbours for joyce inwards and having a very “buck-up and stay strong for will” attitude, tommy basically focuses all of his energy towards his mom (okay definitely reaching here i haven’t even seen them interact yet 😭😭) and is a cunt to everyone else ever—besides carol tee-hee—as his way of dealing with the anxiety of a child being forced into a caregiver role for their parent. like jonathan is fundamentally unable to be a kid (which is why i’ll somewhat defend him in s4 cause i think he deserved to get high and be stupid for once) while tommy is unable to be a kid in the area where he should most be able to which is why he acts like one in every other area. and hilariously his resentment is constantly flushed out because carol’s his gf LOL.

like i think jonathan thinking just for a second that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if joyce’s anxiety drove away any asshole who might be initially attracted to her and then beating himself up for the cruelty of it because how could he think that? meanwhile carol says it for tommy and tommy pats himself on the back for finding a girl so blunt and brutal.

anyway you made me have SO many thoughts about tommy hagan even though my thoughts pre this fic were “man what a dick. he and carol are kind of goals though they genuinely love each other and stick up for each other”.

first of all do NOT apologize this is literally a dream 😭 i appreciate all comments so so much and honestly tumblr is a pretty good platform to get them because i can respond at length (and sometimes i hesitate to respond to comments on ao3 because i don’t want to put a notif in someone’s inbox and get their hopes up for a comment on one of their fics and really it’s just me responding which i know sounds insane but it’s just what i do) but anyways oh my god thank you so much

you’ve made so many good points that i didn’t even think about when i was writing it!!! my main basis for tommy’s background with his parents, specifically his mom, is that from the few crumbs we have of him in the show he is 1. very bitter and resentful of the people around him 2. very unsupervised (having sex in the 6th grade which….jesus) and 3. very unfazed by interpersonal family drama based on the way he was so quick to joke around about steve’s dad’s infidelity in front of nancy and barb. all that combined gave me the idea that his parents are probably divorced, which also gives him and steve this bond that partially helps explain why they’re even friends when we meet them in s1. like…as steve grows more cognizant of what’s right and wrong and starts angling himself to hang out with someone like nancy, a polar opposite from tommy and carol, i think it’s natural for the viewer to be like “okay why is he friends with them in the first place then??” and my explanation is that when you grow up with someone, you become very intertwined with their life and their struggles and that doesn’t all just go away once you get older and develop different personalities

ANYWAYS all of this is to say that writing tommy’s relationship with his mom this specific way was a choice partially based on the little tiny bits we have of him in canon and partially just me trying to flesh him out a bit more and explore why, like you said, he resents people so much and why he comes across so immature compared to steve even at the start of season one. i also like to think that tommy singling out jonathan when he’s putting his poster up is his attempt at consoling himself about his own situation at home by being like “well at least i’m not jonathan byers”

i will say…….jonathan is very important in this fic ;) so getting this ask was very thrilling because i already have plans to bring him into the story in a big way and seeing someone else sense his vibes before he’s even arrived is so so so cool :’) again thank you so much it’s ever fic writers dream to talk about their ideas at length like this!!!

#anon #answered

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FOR THE CHARACTER ASK!

Diluc

Kaeya

Kujou Sara

Kokomi

Beidou

Ayato

EEK... THANK U .... qwq

i will hide all of the images tho lmao

Diluc - he's my bestie's manz... so i am ok with him -_-

tbh i just can't like him or care about him... he is definitely a Guy from a Game... good for him? i have him on c2 or smth bc he keeps appearing in my gacha and i Don't Like It. i dont need him! i dont want him! we just co-exist in the universe of genshin, i definitely don't hate him tho, he did nothing wrong... just not my guy i guess?

Kaeya - HEHEHHEHEEHEHHEHE (how did i not get bingo when im so crazy about him- anyways.)

so he is just my babygirl ofc no wonder, literally first love of genshin impact, my dearest main <3

i know him so well we are best friends and i also love him and it's awesome ^_^

he 100% has one of the best male design in the damn game like whoever made him was INSANE for putting so much slayfulness into one of the freebies like COME ON sorry no other character stood a chance, they fucking peaked with kaeya i can't

also fun fact every time he appears in a quest i giggle and go crazy like a motherfucker, my god he can do literally nothing for the plot and it's still a delight to stare at him tee hee

Kujou Sara - OOOHHH.. she is so cool... literally so so cool soooo much swag in her omfgggg the way she slays is beyond me. and she is so fucking pretty with her wings and all that. i can't.

i didn't get into inazuma characters unfortunately so i am far from being an expert on her actual personality but from what i got she is awesome, and her dynamic with Itto kills me <3

Kokomi - umi sonoda- i mean what... sorry mimorin as her seiyuu is such a power move...

anyways i can't say i know much about her or care about her enough? but she is a great fish girl, god tier design too! she seems epic B)

Beidou - not my woman but i appreciate her power

she is definitely very fun and even tho i can't get much into her character i still think of her fondly hehe

Ayato - ok .. listen. i. i don't wanna be mean.. so if you love the guy you should ignore what im about to say-

but... who? who? sorry this guy is so irrelevant to me i forget he exists.. all hype for him felt dumb and when he came out it felt even dumber! he just has zero swag in my eyes, he looks like a less cool recolored baizhu and i just Don't Care about him... (derogatory)

thank u again for throwing so many characters at me ily q_q

#ask adry #ask game #funny how it went from love to hate basically asjdhajksdh #shunachii

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