#if I lose her I’ll be nothing

[blueish-bird]

sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive

#lighthearted but also serious bc what is going on here buddy #been feeling weird as hell these past few months #like I can remember some stuff… but it doesn’t feel normal to forget the names of anyone I haven’t seen/heard the name of in a few days #or forget about basic interests and personality traits and experiences and feel like a blank slate every day #idk like ultimately life goes on and I’m happy to live in the moment but it would be nice to understand why my brain is doing this #just thinking #meposting #I think my brain just. does this sometimes when I’m stressed. which is annoying #I recall (lmao) feeling similar during earlier parts of life so this isn’t *new* it’s just unexpected and much more disruptive as an adult #I’m feeling better about it than I was. after like. acknowledging it. bc my mind has not always felt like a sieve it isn’t always this bad. #whatever #I’ll tag as dissociation just in case it’s related/reminiscent and ppl don’t want to see that #dissociation #me and her go way back… haven’t seen each other in years though #she wasnt all bad! coping mechanisms can provide relief and a sense of safety #and as far as coping mechanisms go it’s not the most unhealthy. though it ranks high in ‘socially stunting’ #I kind of miss the distance sometimes to be honest everything’s just So Much all the time #I’m so solid now #so stuck in the ruts of capitalism #fuck capitalism #I wish my imagination didn’t feel so dulled #sorry I love talking #and I don’t miss dissociation when I feel mentally present because I feel so Here with the people and things I love but rn? #it’s like a lose-lose bc I am not Here nor am I untethered. I’m heavy yet hold nothing #I enjoy being dramatic/poetic about it — I feel pretty fine. I just hope this isn’t a permanent and/or long-term state of existence. #like it makes me awful at my job I went from remembering a solid amount of the student body’s names (built up over a few years) to. like 5. #overnight it felt like. like Stressful Thing happened and I went to work and I couldn’t remember anyone’s names. #can’t believe I have to start from fucking scratch AGAIN I’d be better off quitting and working at a different school #bc at least then my lack of knowledge/remembering is justified rather than strange and seemingly rude #I’m getting better now but at the beginning of this it was blue screen in my brain all the time

[littlecutiexox]

I know healing takes a long time but god I’m tired of being a mess

#ive just triggered myself really #remembered the whole convo and the ‘ sorry i didnt realise’ and fucked myself over mentally #maybe one day I’ll be able to control my emotions and not spiral but today is not the day #i should really up my therapy sessions im such a mess #had to mute her on social media because eh #which sucks majorly because shes a great person and a great friend #but how am i meant to be around her without thinking #hey your boy did this to me #and he had nothing else to say other than sorry didnt realise #last time i checked people saying no should make you realise #people physically stopping you should make you realise #AGREEING to do nothing more than kissing should make you realise that i didnt want anything more than kissing #okay okay this is gonna probably lose me followers and i know thats not what yall are here for #I’ll go off for the night #maybe post some ass tomorrow #idk we’ll see #but im typing this out because sorry i trauma dump on tumblr a lot #it helps me cope #ahhhhhh #so done with it

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Why does “Dark Woods Circus” have to be so hard to sing

#To be fair I *did* slather it thick with a lot of super-unnecessary voice acting so it’s probably not that hard if I sang it normally #There’s a part where I have to distort my voice and make it smoky/mysterious/intrigued (“happy despite their STRANGE appearances”) #In Japanese the part where it goes: へんなけれど specifically #Like that “the LAST surviving dinosaur of the Amazon Rainforest” tone of voice #Basically I put a lot of air into a few low-mid notes (results in me partially closing off my throat in an attempt to lighten my voice) #while trying to project it loudly and hit a low note at the end of it (the low note suddenly switches to a full gravelly quality) #and I “grind” the airy mid notes like I do my D3 — A2 range to make it masculine-ish #but the problem is because the note I’m hitting is all air I have nothing of substance to project #and nothing to “grind” except my actual throat against itself #It obliterates my vocal chords #Obliterates them completely #So that I can only do it once or twice before my voice is wholly unusable for the song if I were to try it again #my neighbors probably think I’m getting tortured in here shdbdbdjbddjnd #between the fake crying and random guttural hacking from losing my low range (imagine that: a contralto losing her low range; sheesh) #I’d post it but… certain parts are too bad to be displayed (in my opinion) #The first try isn’t technically bad but I’m not in character because it’s the first try so it sounds weird #The second try is technically horrible but I am 100% In The Zone with regard to character voices #ugh #Someday I’ll get a good take #Someday I’ll be able to properly reproduce the vocals I hear in my head #If I have a voice left (don’t worry I’m chugging water) #hhhhhhhhhhh #No trust me it’ll sound great when I perfect it #by then I’ll be a little bent-over granny in my retirement log cabin… unironically in the middle of the woods #probably in Ireland because I heard it rains a lot there and I like rain #Yes

[chinacatmoonflower]

squish

#u can’t say NOTHING to a girl in her back yard!!! #having a private enclosed backyard my whole life has hugely shaped me as a person and when i lose this privilege im not sure how i’ll cope

[tbcanary]

comics will be like “tragedies always begin long before the first scene is ever played… they are born often enough of actions taken in purity, be it in intention or emotion… done more often than not for the best of reasons. but all tragedies end the same way.” and expect you to go on with your life.

#text.tb #reading the rucka run of Wonder Woman and I am so not normal about it #it was never this cold in themiscyra!!!! #the thing that’s interesting to me #wait hold on I need tags #read along #Wonder Woman #anyway #the thing that’s interesting to me about this run is how much it shows that Diana clashes with the rest of the league #specifically batman who has such a reputation for being uncompromising about his morals #because you know it does make you wonder what happens when he goes up against someone else just as steadfast as him #and the answer is. if it’s Diana anyway. he loses. #the flash also loses! #potentially the only one who could come out of an argument on top is clark #and that’s in part because she and Clark are //friends// #also I do love that this run has her being lovely and queer #she and io are perfect to me. #I’m sure I’ll have more I’m halfway through volume one rn #well worth the read #I just keep thinking about the first issue honestly nothing else has hit that hard yet but it opened with a bang #rucka out the gate with the ‘sometimes you cannot save everyone but you are bound to try’

[justinefrischmanngf]

at this point i just need to be okay with the fact that nothing is ever going to be okay for more than two days and i am always going to feel like i’m falling apart because it’s crippling having any fucking hope at all when it all just comes back to the same place and i feel like shit and everyone needs me to be something i stopped being able to be years ago

#i’m fine and everything will be okay #but my mum’s sick and my dad is worse than useless he’s antagonising her over it #and we are back in redacted and while i thought it hadnt changed my dad started telling me the ways that it has which was unpleasant #and my parents have been fighting and i feel like i’m losing it and we’re about to go out and it’s all fucked to hell and back #i’m just tired of nothing ever being okay #and it all just feels like i’m a child again and i dont want to be i dont have the ability to sit with any of this i need to run as far and #as fast as i can but people need me and we’re about to go have a nice fucking easter lunch and i’ll have to chat with the uncle i hate #and we’ll come home tonight and it’ll all be the same as it always is and has been

[vampiremansionpoolboy-moved]

oh he’s so cringe fail <3

#he’s like “she likes me ig i’ll ask her out ive got nothing to lose” “she wants me so bad” LIKE LMAOOO SIR U LIKED ME FIRST U WERE WILLING #TO DRIVE AN HOUR TO PICK ME UP FOR A FUCKINT FOOTBALL GAME SO WE COULD HANG OUT U HANGOUT WITH ME MORE THAN I SEE U WITH UR FRIENDS IN UR #OWN GRADE. STOP WINNING ABT NOT HAVING A GF OR A PROM DATE SND ASK ME OUT ALREADY MAN OMFG. sorry for that. i like a very idiotic boy rn. #he’s oblivious as a brick wall and a little dumb but i like him :) #toad.txt

[doodlebeeberry]

bee , could you talk about your stella / hansen family in general head canons... i saw it in your tags once on ao3 and now im curious

It’s like 3 am so apologies if this isn’t coherent or is just a scattered mess. Also most of these are not very happy sorry

- Stella n Bryce’s relationship with their mom was. Rocky for a long while. She was kinda one of those folks who just wasn’t really cut out to be a parent. She didn’t dislike em, not by a long shot, but it took her a long time to deal w her issues enough to really be a proper parent to them, in a meaningful way.

- the three of them did eventually reach an ok place though. There was still a definitive distance, but when bryce was like a sophomore in high school or so they started reconciling a bit

- I maintain my old headcannons that the extended hansen family is Big. He has like a billion cousins but he hasn’t seen the majority of them in years. I do think he tries to reconnect with some of them at least like wayyy after one is over tho.

- bradley is like. A family friend on stellas side. She was closest with him but eventually he grew into almost a second sibling to bryce after a while

- they lived in the suburbs outside hartford. Can’t be bothered to look up where specifically so just pick the absolute most middle ground neighborhood possible

- stella absolutely taught him how to drive and she did so approximately fifteen minutes before his drivers test

- at some point bryce became the one in the house who cooked, mostly cause he was the only one who was particularly good at it. For a brief period of time, probably when he was like a senior, the three of them would sorta bond over it as he tried to teach stella n his mom how to not suck at it.

- at one point in that process, not long before stella died, his mom gave him a couple of old family recipes, scribbled on napkins and receipt backs and the like. This was the most solid ground they’d ever had up to that point. He still has them. He refuses to make any of them.

- stella died like three days after he graduated high school, give or take. If I wanna get really specific, and also kinda mean, she died durning a graduation party someone was throwing for him and a couple other kids on the block who’d also graduated. Total freak accident

- To say it put a damper on his relationship with his mom is putting it mildly. About a week after stellas death, Bryce and his mom has a really really nasty fight, both about her death and just about eachother. Lot of poorly-aired grievances and not-so-nice things were said, resulting in both bryce storming out of his own volition and his mom in effect kicking him out. He went south to crash with Bradley for a while, who was (and still is) living around bridgeport. He and his mom haven’t spoken since.

- he was thinking of going to community college. That didn’t happen.

- probably should’ve mentioned this up too but there’s no dad in the picture really. He vanished for one reason or another before bryce was even born rip

- his mom. Is aware of what happen on the smokestack. And she feels. Some sorta way about it I’m sure.

#these are most of the ones that are relevant to losing and finding I think? which is the only fic where I mentioned having hcs about this #I think #skimmed over stellas exact cause of death but it was a car accident. as is the popular interpretation #some guy was going a bit too fast and had to swerve not to hit a critter or somethin. lost control and there you go #maybe it’s just because of how I tend to approach bryces family dynamic but I don’t think his mom was like. an intentionally shitty person #when he was growing up. in the sense that like. she did care about them both genuinely but she wasn’t a caretaker by nature and wasn’t good #with her own limits. #combined with very suddenly becoming a single mother and falling back on a few old vices and things went a bit topsy turvey #I don’t know if that’s how you write out that expression but still #it took time for her to learn how to really. be there. how to be a proper parent to them. and when she did she never really owned up to the #mess so much as she just tried to build over it. she kinda denied it for a while (which is at least in part where bryce gets his denialism #from) #and while eventually she got a bit better at owning up to being a bad parent and such it was never really enough. it was never gonna be #enough #I don’t know if any of that made sense. I’m very sleepy and in my head their relationship is Very Complicated #to say nothing of his moms relationship with stella oh man #we know this woman Exists and that’s it but I’ll be dammed if I don’t hammer together some sorta messy character out of her #I have hyper-specific family headcannons for the whole scentdapack trio #and also charlotte n taylor tho I’d have to think about those a bit more lmao #ask #ask to tag

[seilon]

oh since it’s past midnight uhh. happy one year on t to me i guess

#weirdly I don’t feel very much emotion over it #but it sure is something #very weird #honestly my number one thought about it rn is just that all the fear mongering my mom did like my whole life but especially right before / #right after going on t was proven to be. well. fear mongering. and all her dumb transphobic claims were proven false pretty much so #that’s. something #like things about how my personality will drastically change and I won’t be the same person anymore or that I’ll be like. #a fucking full grown middle aged man or something and not like. you know. an almost 22 year old dude #and other stuff about ya know the classics. anger and libido and whatever #to be fair the libido part is one of the more true things but by no means is it in the predatory way she’d put it #she basically said at one point that I wouldn’t look at anyone– particularly women– in a non-sexual light ever again #and that I’ll just inherently be thinking about them in a violating sort of way #which is. uh. interesting to say #like wow that rhetoric seems to fit right in with the conservatives you claim to hate so much and their views on trans people but go off #anyway and then the anger thing has just been a total nonissue #I’ve been overall less angry than before generally though admittedly I don’t live with my mom anymore so that helps. but I do live with an #infuriating roommate and haven’t ever legit lashed out at her or anything honestly my patience here has been like. like I deserve an award #overall I’ve just felt more dead inside but that has nothing to do with t really and more to do with losing all my friends and everything i #know and not liking my school and being overworked and having zero friends or doing anything outside school or so on and so on and so on #yeah my life is sort of. miserable but yeah like I said that’s unrelated #what ISNT unrelated is I DEFINITELY haven’t had the style of breakdowns I used to have– ie; I just don’t fucking cry anymore #like basically ever #that’s definitely something to do with t and idk it’s not.. #a good thing or a bad thing. like it has its pros and cons #anyway it’s been. a year #a very weird and very depressing year but t has at least made it so I don’t hate myself when I look in the mirror so that definitely helps #like dysphoria has been nearly a non-issue for quite some time and that’s fucking fantastic that’s a fucking Improvement #i gotta stop talking afgdhfjf I don’t know what I’m saying anymore just. yeah maybe I’ll say more about this later who knows #kibumblabs

[mothicalspoken]

On the floor thinking about Buzzcut Season by Lorde and Marcy..

#And I’ll never go home again… #Favorite friend (and nothing’s wrong when nothing’s true…) #I live in a hologram with you #The men up on the news they try to tell us all that we will lose but it’s so easy in this blue where everything is good! #ITS LITERALKY HER

[heerinnie]

Rant TW// don’t look at the tags if you’re triggered by death of a family relative and suic/ide

#so my grandad finally died + my dad came back?! #I feel so weird and out of place because one person left nd another came back #I just don’t know what to do #my mum crashed her car again so I can’t really get to my classes even though it’s my finals week #and a few days ago we had to call an ambulance bcs I was either having s mild heart attack OR the worst anxiety attack I’ve ever had #I’m just very very stressed and it’s taking tolls on my physical health #I hope I’ll be fine though #I’m just afraid that I’ll try again and because I have nothing left to lose it might actually work this time #rinnierants

[yoohyeontual]

I didn’t think my life could go worst than it was

#my parents threatened each other of divorcing so many times #but I think it’s real this time #my mom just frustrated us so much today that it exploded and it was ugly #idk what I will do if this happen #i’m serious #I’m so unhappy at least I had my parents to make me happy #but if they aren’t together anymore I have nothing left m #my dad is emotionally close and id he love I will probably never see him cause he’s gonna move probably far away and I don’t have a car #and my mom is going to spend the rest of her life insulting my dad and I’ll fight with her to stop #and gonna be answer with “if I can’t express myself just go’’ #and Puppy my precious Puppy I’m scared what’s going to happen if my mom can’t pay for his pills again #I can’t lose him right now #and whoever is going to move he’s going to spend all the rest of his life looking for the other #which is why I haven’t kill myself yet cause I don’t want him looking for me sad that I’m gone #I’m only alive for him and Sowon and I’m so close of breaking down #this is the last straw I’m really scared of what is going to happen #I’m not an adult I’m a child I’m so terrified idk what to do #I don’t want pity I just need to scream this somewhere cause my best friend is so far from me #and I don’t wanna go to a family member telling them I wanna die #l’m exhausted I need to breathe #and I despise that everything doing on I still about how much I wanna see this person #it’s been more than 4 years and they still have a hold on me it’s disgusting #sometimes I wish I hated them maybe i wouldn’t be so sad if I didn’t care about them #do not worry about me I won’t do anything I mostly want all of this to stop but idk how #alex.txt #tw suicide mention #tw negative #tw negativity

[beanmaster-pika]

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#and so the scream turns to poison in my throat. #I WANT TO SHOUT I WANT TO BREAK SOMETHING. I WANT TO YELL ALL MY GRIEVANCES AND EVERY SINGLE HURT IVE EVER HAD. #I WANT TO TELL HER EXACTLY WHAT MY PROBLEM IS BUT I LIVE UNDER HER ROOF AND I CANT AFFORD TO LOSE IT. #when I was in high school one of my friends told me she’d sneak out sometimes while her parents were asleep I wish I had her moxie #I want to go far away and scream and cry as loudly as I possibly can. but if I TRIED there would be QUESTIONS and I HATE THOSE. #because they won’t like my answers and they’ll be mad at me and I know they still see me as a child but they’ve spared me no dignity in the #first place so why should I try to preserve what I don’t have? #‘if you wanted to be treated like an adult then you should act like one’ but ‘acting like an adult’ means tolerating it all silently and #following what they say. I still won’t be heard if I ‘act like an adult’ so I might as well take the path that allows me to even feel anythi #ng. if I can’t even have my anger then I’ll be left with nothing. #to be corroded by the poison from within is better than the poison from without. #vent

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom is a little shit #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #Alfred is ninja #Damian is attached #damian wayne #bruce to the GIW: I don’t kill #behind him: a contingent of his pissed off kids #bruce: but they do #danny dropping trauma and lore in one go: lol #Damian’s way of bonding with people is stabbing #Danny’s used to ghostly violence as a way of being a friendly hello #he sees no issues with being stabbed #everyone else not so much

[myname-isnia]

I have unintentionally placed myself between a rock and a hard place because I wanted to try writing chapter 2 of AIDIB and decided to reread parts of chapter 1 to get myself in the mood

Except now I’m completely fucking DEVASTATED over MY OWN writing and way too fucking distraught to write ANYTHING

#that flashback will forever be the only piece of writing I’ll be proud of #however rereading it inflicts lasting emotional damage #and leaves me wanting to write nothing more but Suiren breaking down crying #not muffled by a blanket or out of concern someone might hear. unapologetically as loud as she needs to #and have someone hold her through it and comfort her after #let her scream out everything she kept silent #all the grief and pain of losing her parents she was forced to push down #and maybe. just maybe. after all that she can finally start healing #but she won’t get to do that anytime soon #she’s still too tightly wound and terrified #maybe if I shut up and actually wrote everything I need to as a build up to it #said breakdown can actually happen #but nooo let’s complain about it on tumblr instead #okay you know what it’s 4 a.m I’m going to bed #emotions after 11 are warped and the last thing I want is to make myself upset again #goodnight <3

[tacticalprincess]

how would konig react to reader getting jealous?? ps i love ur writing!!

jealousy is könig’s weakness. in his twisted brain, it’s one of the upmost proofs of devotion. you wouldn’t be this worked up if you didn’t truly care about him, and that thought makes his heart swell in his chest and his dick fill in his pants.

watching you pout and refuse to talk to him after he was oblivious to some civilian flirting with him— grazing her hand along his bicep, batting her eyelashes up at him— he would be so confused at first. he thought she was just thanking him for his service, why are you dragging him away now? it all clicks for him when you mutter “more like begging you to touch her cervix” and he can’t help but smile to himself. so you fear losing him just as much as he does you? (that may be a stretch, but he’ll choose to believe it.)

he loves the role reversal, it’s about time you get a taste of how he feels about you on a daily basis. the head rush it gives him to see you care about him so much is addicting. he’ll start purposefully putting himself in position to be flirted with, which is getting increasingly easier when he’s clad in all his military gear— unfortunately for you, women love freakishly tall masked men nowadays. the way you wrap yourself around him, making your presence known and staking your claim on him for everyone to see, makes him want to give you everything. he surrenders so easily, letting you drag him home and forgetting all about the faceless person he used to make you upset. you’re just so adorable and possessive when you’re jealous, he can’t take it seriously. it always ends the same; him comforting you, swearing he’ll never leave, as you bounce yourself silly on his broad lap.

“‘s my cock, right, köni? tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours, liebe. every inch.” his voice is wobbly and shaky with adoration, looking up at you like you hung the stars whilst you work yourself on his meaty, throbbing dick. gummy walls clenching him tightly, almost threatening. you’ll tell him no one could handle his fat cock expect for you, empty his heavy balls like you can, and he’ll go cross eyed, “die fraumeiner träume— fucking made for it. the only cunt i’ll ever need.”

it’s hard not to believe him when he goes all stupid like this, ready to pray to god just because the feeling of you can’t be explained by anything natural. you have nothing to worry about, schatz, can’t you see you’ve ruined everyone else for him?

#anon #könig call of duty #konig x you #könig x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig x y/n #könig smut #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig #cod x reader #cod smut #cod modern warfare #konig modern warfare #konig mw2