do you have a tag for your meta stuff? or for like when you do deep dives on ian
hi, thanks for asking ❤️ i don't think i do actually? some things could be found by searching shameless meta, or maybe bipolar and/or bipolar ian for posts that deal with that. maybe once i unfuck the ol noggin and start answering meta asks again, i can make one if interested. or i could do a masterpost of some of the better ones that i can find, if you like?
in the meantime, highly suggest @gallavichmeta for some good reads.
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Having friends who love the same character as you is so so so important, you know what else is underrated though? having a friend who absolutely HATES a character you have NEVER heard of. Beef with a man who is truly just some guy to you
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Regulus *flustered and feeling his heart in his throat but trying to act indifferent*: I have something stupid to give you
James: I'm sure it's n-
Regulus: Shut up *proceeds to stuff a sappy love poem in James' pocket and then runs away to hide for days*
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[After James reads the poem and finds Reg]
James: I lo-
Regulus: No. Shut up. We don't talk about it.
James *fighting a smile*: No idea what you're talking about. On an unrelated note, I love you too.
Regulus *simultaneously about to throw up and rip James' clothes off*
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Hi to my new followers im a little freak so be aware
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hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*
(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König
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“What do you think of this one?”
Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.
Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.
Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.
Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.
Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.
Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.
Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.
Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.
“Äh, it didn’t fit.”
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Loser!König
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