#i don't have any mutuals on here anymore

[musicinthebranchesoftheveins]

I wish I was making this shit up

[crsentfairy]

no cap.. y'all are a little slow

[birlwrites]

sirius: are you hitting on me to make regulus mad

barty: i beg your pardon?

sirius: ok so that's probably a no

barty: PROBABLY?????

[robotpussy]

speaking of soft blocking idk i dont think its worth it like if u hate me so much just block me

[imwritesometimes]

every day is just a really lengthy, excruciating self discussion of 'you are not actually a horrid fairy tale monster looking creature and it's ok to take up space and exist and you're gonna be ok bitch you still have worth it's ok' and I'm very tired all the time

[larentslovechaos]

that meme irritated me so badly i literally just don't even want to be here anymore lmao

[theladygazingatemptiness]

ngl sometimes I wonder if I should have even come back here or if I should have stayed gone

[thecherrygod]

Hm

[lovelesscherub]

thank you for tagging me @silver9mm, i appreciate you ♡ ♡ ♡ 

last song i listened to: watcher in the sky by ghost

last show i watched: and just like that

last book i read: the song of achilles by madeline miller

thing i am currently obsessed with: blueberries! i can’t stop snacking on them

[artemisiatridentata]

can i please go ONE FUCKING DAY without having pain in some body part or otherwise experiencing an unpleasant medical revelation

[drunkkenobi]

Hi bb, ty for the prompt to write my thoughts!

So I can't get on tumblr at work anymore unless I go outside to get good signal on my phone so I have only been privy to what's going on here today from friends on discord. So maybe I'm missing some nuance or the what my mutuals think and I apologize in advance for that but I'm going to speak plainly.

This is the only way Watcher is going to survive.

The view counts have been steady through Mystery Files season 2 but they aren't, like, astronomical. A video with a million views nets a channel between $10,000 - $30,000. Guys. That's nothing for Watcher. They have to pay each of their 25+ employees a salary with insurance and benefits and for everything else their channel requires. Steven said in the video today that a season of Ghost Files costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. I don't think everyone is hearing that part and understanding how much money that is, especially compared to many other YouTubers they watch. I'm not an expert on other YouTubers but I look at the Sims people I watch. They are successful with views in the hundred k range because they are a company of one. Themselves and maybe paying a freelancer to help edit their videos. For one person, the stakes are lower and the potential for profit is higher! Especially for gamers that are filming in their homes. YouTubers like this, making niche content on the cheap, are who is going to make it in YouTube now.

Watcher is none of those things. They have, from day one, wanted to make high quality unscripted content. All of their shows are shows. They aren't just "Ryan and Shane do [thing]" or "Steven eats [whatever]". They are shows, like ones you see on cable TV or any streamer. And shows are not cheap. Unscripted is cheaper, sure, than scripted. But that doesn't mean cheap. Especially not with the sheer production value we've seen on all their shows, in particular Ghost Files (hundreds of thousands of dollars). That is how much something like Ghost Adventures costs, which is on Travel Channel, an actual TV network that puts up all those costs.

So. That's why Watcher has to pivot to survive.

I think it's a great idea, personally. And yes, I am in a position where I can financially afford it no problem, which I know is a privilege! I am very lucky in that regard. And I understand that many people are upset they won't see the boys as easily on YouTube anymore. That is valid! But they have openly said they are totally fine with password sharing and I think that's a great way to cut down on costs for some folks. Also right now there's a great deal on the yearly sub for early subscribers. $40 for a year is cheaper than any streaming service and it doesn't go to anyone other than Watcher.

I understand that people feel hurt and blindsided, but I think Watcher is also feeling this too. They have been so excited about this and being able to make whatever they want without having to worry about sponsors and now they're mostly seeing anger directed their way. Especially at Steven. Steven is not rich. You know who's rich? David Zaslav, a man who is single-handedly ruining Warner Brothers and making himself a billionaire while he's at it. THAT is the kind of person we should be directing our anger at streaming prices and quality of the media landscape at. Not one small business that is just trying to survive so they can continue paying their employees.

And one more thing. I've seen folks saying they'd rather watch more ads than pay and while I get that, that's not going to help Watcher make what they want. YouTube famously demonetizes videos with swears which is why I can't watch a video with DRAG QUEENS without every other line being bleeped and Watcher has been so good about not bleeping their content because they know we would hate it. And YouTube does this because of advertisers. Advertisers only want to appeal to the most broad of audiences so that means not supporting anything slightly left of center. Having to deal with ads sucks from the creator perspective and does not help them in the long run.

Anyway, this is all a bit rambling, but these are my thoughts on WatcherTV. I'm extremely excited to subscribe and make them make more Weird Wonderful World. I hope to see you all there.

[rosepascal]

Desire || Joel Miller Smut

summary: You need money and a offering your body for some mutual pleasure doesn't seem like a bad idea. If only you could know the man behind the wall who is set on ruining you for anyone else.

warnings: MINORS DNI. NSFW. 18+ ONLY. glory hole smut bby, dirty talk, unprotected sex, afab!reader, fingering, creampie, pussy slapping, sex work (we love and respect sex workers here tyvm), Joel calls you a toy, anonymous sex, swearing, rough sex.

a/n: Aight so no one judge me but I want this so badly and I want Joel to be the man to do it to me. Anyways please let me know if I missed a warning and I hope you enjoy!

part two: crave

People have needs. They had needs before the outbreak and they have needs after the outbreak. There's really no judgement anymore between people. Maybe some suspicious looks or hushed whispers every now and then but no one really has any moral high ground anymore.

You've lied, stolen, cheated, killed. Does it make you proud? Not always bit hey, that's just how it has to be sometimes. Today happened to be a day where you needed ration cards and to fulfill a few...desires.

A carnal desire to be completely ruined.

No emotions, no complications. Just a dick inside of you and an orgasm is all you need. Those kinds of services aren't easy to find anymore but you know the right people.

You heard whispers of an underground brothel of sorts. The upper half of your body is hidden away meaning you didn't have to see the men and they didn't get to see you. For ration cards and whatever the men felt like tipping was a good enough deal for you.

The little bed they provided was comfortable enough. It was leather and cool to the touch. Stripping your clothes down you shiver as you climb onto it. After some instructions that are muffled by the wall, you feel a pair of hands hook you up to the cuffs.

Spreading you out so that your cunt and ass are fully on display. You shift around, hearing the swinging of the small chain against the wood. It's only a few moments before you hear voices. You aren't the only one who's here. Some are on their stomachs while some are like you.

Either way all you can do now is patiently wait. You wonder what kind of people are here. In fact you wouldn't be surprised if a few FEDRA soldiers took pleasure in a place like this. Moans and grunts fill the room and you bite your lip in anticipation for what's to come.

Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your legs. A gasp escapes from your lips as you feel his rough hands glide up and down your bare skin.

Even if you can't see him you can tell he's a big man. His hands wrap around your ankle, thumb running over the flesh. He's a tease. Most men would dive right in, not wasting anytime lubing up and fucking their cock into one of your holes.

But this man, he's taking his time. You jump when you feel his lips on your skin. Their chapped and sloppy as he kisses down your leg until he hits your thigh. It's a strange but incredibly wonderful feeling as he sucks on the skin. He nips your thigh and you whine.

A muffled chuckle can be heard through the wall and you know he's enjoying this. His hands slowly slide further down until they're right where you want them to be. His thumb swipes over your clit and you squirm. The small burst of pleasure was nice but you crave more.

"Don't move baby." The man purrs, his voice is clearer than before and fuck does he sound delicious. It's deep and smooth like whiskey. There's an accent to him too.

But you're not one to just roll over, at least not now. You want to see how far he'll go. Defiantly you roll your hips as best you can, searching for the sweet touch of his fingers. He tsks and you let out a small scream as his hand comes down on your pussy.

He slapped you and fuck did it feel good. A rush of arousal fills your body as you crave the feeling again. "What'd I fuckin' tell you." Without another word he slides two of his fingers deep inside of your cunt.

No warning, no time to get used to the feeling. A small glob of spit hits your cunt and he slowly pulls his fingers out, spreading it around and then shoves them back in. His thick fingers pound into you without mercy.

"Oh fuck!" You cry as you mindlessly search for something to grab onto. To anchor you back to reality as this man makes you see stars.

His fingers are so thick and curling in every way that makes you scream. There's no shame anymore as he groans at the sight of you sucking up his fingers. So wet, so tight.

"Bet you're gonna feel real nice taking this dick baby." He mumbles. You hear the clinking of a belt and his breathing becomes faster. He must be touching himself.

Fuck.

You almost regret having the wall between the two of you, wanting to know what it looks like. Wanting to see how he fucks his cock with his hand. If he's long, if he's girthy.

His thumb presses hard on your clit and you cry out, music to his ears. Why he's doing this you'll never know but you're glad he is. You're glad he's taking his time with you. Pleasuring you.

The tightness in your core gets tighter and tighter as he continues to fuck you with his fingers relentlessly. You're not really supposed to talk so you let your moans speak for you. Not holding back as you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Almost there." The man grunts out. Before you can come he rips his hand away from you. If you could you'd curse him out until next week. It's not fair.

"Aw don't be sad baby, I'll get you nice and full real soon." The man purrs.

The tip of his cock slides into your dripping cunt and god...he's big. Really fucking big.

"That shut you up real quick." He slides in a slow, torturous pace.

It doesn't fucking stop. When his hips hit the back of your thighs you're shaking from the feeling. The head of his dick deep inside of you, deeper than you thought possible.

"Ah fuck, knew you'd be a special one." His hands slide down to your ass and lifts it slightly. His hands giving it a squeeze before he slides out and slams back in. Your back arches as he fucks deep and rough into you.

"Take it baby, take this cock." He grunts loudly as he starts to lose his composure. It's like you're made for him. He could get lost in this cunt. Fuck if he could he'd take you out to dinner after this and fuck you on his mattress. Keep you safe and provide for you.

"Feel good? Bet it does, bet this is the best fucking cock you've ever taken." You're nodding your head but he can't see it. He's fucking the words out of you.

Leaving you breathless and desperate to come. The bruising grip on your ass loosens as he slaps it instead. Sending shockwaves through your body and prompting him to do it again.

"Ngh-Fuck! Oh god please." You moan.

If your legs weren't pinned to the wall you'd spread them even wider. Wanting all of what this man can give you. He's getting cocky but he can back it up with how he's treating you. And he's right. This is the best dick you've gotten in a long time.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya. Just hold on a little longer." His hands run across your ass, this time in a much softer manner.

You wish the wall was gone. That you could see his face, see the man who's ruining you like you always dreamed of.

"Hurry up." You hear someone else say.

Suddenly you're brought back to reality. You're just someone to fuck. No face and no name. You came here for that but now you're wishing you could at least the get name of this man.

"Fuck off." He snarls. His gruff voice getting angrier as he stills his hips. Silently you clench around him, begging him to fuck you again.

"Patience." He says to you harshly as he slaps your ass.

"You've been here for fucking ever man." The other man complains.

"I won't say it again. This one is mine." It shouldn't arouse you as much as it does. You don't know him and he doesn't know you but god the way he said it. The way he called you his, it made you want him even more.

Of course he notices the way you started to shift when he said it. How you squeezed around his cock, and the small whine you let out.

"Oh you like that? Like knowing that you're going to be nothing but my little toy." His hips start to move faster.

His dick fucking roughly into you over and over again. He's ruthless, chasing his own pleasure and using your pussy as a means for it. His thumb rubs your clit harshly as he nears his end. Knowing you're getting closer to coming you egg him on.

Begging for him to make you come. Pleading for him to push you over the edge with his cock and his fingers. His hands slam against the wall, groaning loudly as he stills his hips. He doesn't let up on your clit until you cry out and come hard on his cock.

He's throbbing in overstimulation but he stays deep inside. Not ready to give up your sweet pussy yet. His cock slides out slowly and you hate it, wanting him to stay inside you for longer. Whining sadly you clench around nothing.

"Don't be sad baby, I meant what I said." He says sweetly.

You can feel his cum dripping from you and down your body. It feels sticky and hot and you want more. You gasp when two of his fingers gather the dripping mess and pushes it back into your cunt.

"Come find me when you're done baby." With that he's gone.

You take a moment to catch your breath and thankfully no one comes up to you. His words dawn on you. Come find him? He didn't even give you a name.

Some more men come and go but no one compares to him. As they try and fuck you with their sloppy thrusts and misguided hands, all you can think of is him.

You're sore when they unlock your legs. When you leave they hand you an envelope and send you on your way. There's a wonderful ache as you walk back home.

Finally when you're safe from FEDRA and in your shitty little apartment you open the envelope. The promised ration cards are there but with them is a bundle that contained almost double the pay.

Attached was a small note with a name.

Joel Miller

Below that is an address messily scribbled down. Smirking you throw the card on your bedside table. You'll find him. And when you do, he better be ready.

[steddieas-shegoes]

fooling ourselves

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'fool' (don't you worry folks, i plan on being a fool and doing the silly prompt too)

454 words | rated t | no cw | tags: mutual pining, idiots to lovers, first kiss

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Steve was fooling everyone.

At least, he hoped he was.

He might be failing.

Steve practically begged for time alone with Eddie. It was embarrassing.

It's just that in the group, Eddie was loud, put on the same show he always did at school, in the hospital when he was recovering and trying to keep smiles on everyone's faces. He fooled everyone except Steve.

When they were alone, Eddie was more reserved, thoughtful, touched him more.

Steve was touch starved, okay? Every time Eddie placed his hand on his knee or ran a hand through his hair, it was like an electric shock jolted his body to attention.

He wasn't looking further into it.

Except for when he did, which was nearly every night over the last two weeks, right after Eddie had told him that he started seeing someone in Indy.

In the moment, he congratulated him, asked a few polite questions that any friend would, and found a reason to go home.

He'd avoided being alone with Eddie ever since.

Actually, he'd avoided Eddie entirely until today.

The kids were having a movie night and attendance was mandatory.

The movie was scary, something he knew he couldn't watch, but showed up for anyway. Robin made an excuse for him to sit outside, said he'd been dealing with a migraine all day and the flashing on the screen wasn't helping.

He owed her.

The Henderson home had a small back porch, but it was the perfect place for him to sit and get some fresh air, clear his mind from the thought of Eddie sitting inside. He'd been with Frankie all day.

That got shut down, but probably wouldn't be for much longer, not if they got serious.

"You okay out here? Need a drink?" Eddie's voice shocked him from his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. I'm fine."

"Robin wanted me to come check on you. Said you wanted to talk to me?" Eddie sat down next to him on the back step.

"She did?" He apparently had not fooled Robin.

Eddie nodded.

"Oh. I'm good."

"Really? So you wouldn't care if I said I'm not seeing Frankie anymore?"

Steve turned to see a shit-eating grin on Eddie's face.

"You aren't?"

"Nah. I think I liked the idea of having a boyfriend more than I liked him."

"Oh."

"I think I was really just trying to move on from someone else."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, kinda failed at fooling myself, though."

Eddie's hand settled on Steve's thigh.

"How's that?" Steve asked.

"This guy I like, he's kinda new to this. I finally realized I'd have to be the one to make a move."

"Yeah?"

Eddie's answer was a soft kiss to his lips and a whispered, "yeah."

[muddyorbsblr]

ill-intentioned "compliments"

Drabbles Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki steps in when a man subjects you to his tasteless opinion on your outfit

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 955 (issa blurb)

Warnings: creepy men being creepy; the tiniest dose of violence (let me know if I missed anything!)

Things to be aware of: a bit of mutual pining

"I haven't the slightest idea why we have even been tasked with this," Loki muttered, walking alongside you holding a paper with a list of errands for the two of you to run this weekend. Every other week, two names from the team were picked from a hat, and this week, your names popped up.

"Well Pepper said something about it helping the team seem more approachable, 'human', if the public sees us doing 'normal people' things. So getting groceries, getting the cars cleaned and gassed up, picking up pizza…little things."

He grumbled even worse; if he wasn't such a stickler for his princely stature, he'd probably be slouching and dragging his feet right about now. "I suppose it could be worse," he said softly. "I could have been partnered with less tolerable company."

"Why Mischief, are you saying you like having me around?" you quipped, playfully batting your eyes at the god. "High praise coming from you."

"Do not make me regret saying that, little mortal." He rolled his eyes at you, failing to hold back the twitching of the corner of his mouth and hide the amusement. As he often did when he was around you.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I like having you around, too."

Your words took him aback. "Truly?"

"Of course." You pointed at the next item on your list, before motioning toward the top shelf. "You're the most tolerable tall person I could've been partnered with. Last time I got partnered with your brother I had to push around two carts on my own."

You had to look away while he reached up for the carton of pickle jars, resisting against every urge to ogle at the way his midnight black jeans stretched over his inhumanly perfectly shaped ass. "Well for what it's worth, darling, I would never let you do any of this on your own--"

"We-he-heeeelll, Agent Y/L/N," a voice drawled out, coming from a man who was no less than two decades your senior, eyes filled with such prurient thoughts that he didn't even bother to hide as he leered at you. The way he said your name, along with the way he looked at you, felt like you were being blanketed in slime.

Made you want nothing more than to kick his ass. Or even rack up a debt to the god you were partnered with and ask for his help.

"Don't you look mighty fine today, in that cute little skirt…" The unwelcome lecherous admirer was reaching his hand out toward you, letting out a yowl of pain when Loki stormed over, grabbed the man's wrist in his significantly larger hand, and squeezed.

"I think not," he said through gritted teeth. "You're undeserving to be sharing the same breath as her and you believe yourself entitled to a touch?"

"What? I was just paying her a compliment!" the man whined. "It's a free country, you fucking alien. What? I can't tell a woman she's pretty anymore? Is that what--"

"You know damn well you were doing more than that. You were putting her in a situation to give a clear message, that despite her stature and place in society, because you have deemed it so, she is still subject to your lecherous thoughts. You were going to touch her without her consent because you wished for her to know that you can, and whatever happens in the aftermath will not nullify how she was already subjected to being groped by your grimy unworthy hands." The god squeezed a touch tighter, a near sadistic smile stretched across his face when he began to hear bones creaking and threatening to crack.

"Fucking psycho you're breaking my hand!"

"Oh I haven't even begun to get psychotic," Loki spat out, squeezing just a touch harder and hearing the first fracture finally give in. He begun to speak lower, and you were too far away to decipher what he said next. "You know not the lengths I would go for her, you impotent, tiny, inconsequential insectile excuse for a man. Anyone who sullies her mood will have me to answer to, am I being clear?"

Another squeeze. More fractures. And the once supercilious man was reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading for mercy. "P-Please I'm sorry, just let me go I won't do it again."

"See to it that you don't." The god's eyes glowed a vibrant green for a moment, casting an enchantment that would replicate the sensation of his hand fracturing whenever he would so much as feel the urge to touch another unfortunate unwitting woman moving forward. When he was certain that the spell had taken, he released the lech's hand with a derisive sneer, not even bothering to watch him scamper away, choosing instead to turn and cross the few steps back to you.

"You know I could've kicked his ass no problem."

"I have no doubts, little mortal, but that would also mean you would have given him the satisfaction of touching him." He broke out into a smile when you scrunched up your face at his response, fighting against the urge to reach for your hand. Or tuck that stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Or kiss you.

"Thank you," you said softly as you both started walking toward the register. "The guys back at the Compound got it so wrong about you. You're not so bad." Loki's heart stumbled at your words, only to start pounding in his chest as you continued. "I'm starting to wonder if you're bad at all."

For the first time in ages, the god found himself unable to form words, a warmth blooming in both his gut and his chest. "Anytime, darling."

A/N: Made this for @glitchquake because we should be allowed to wear cute workout clothes without worry about creepy fckers that 100% deserve stabbies when they try to bust out their creep factor 😤

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[shiny-jr]

Get you a guy with thighs bigger than yours.

- Warning: Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: König.

- Summary: Thick thighs do not save lives.

- Note: This came about because I was just talking crazy in the dms with a mutual. I originally wasn't going to ever let this see the light of day, but then I decided, why the hell not? If I get smacked with delayed embarrassment, I'll just delete. Yeah, I know this isn't what I usually write and post, but oh well. Anyways, after this, we will be back to our regular scheduled content shortly. Oh, and sorry for minor mistakes, I wrote this like at midnight.

. . .

You decided to put a movie on. Just for a distraction. After about an hour into the movie, the leather couch got a bit uncomfortable since it stuck to your skin. So you slunk down to the floor, bringing a pillow or two down with you to use in case extra comfort was needed. The movie was beginning to lose your attention, but you still watched the screen attentively as if you were still focused on the film's plot.

What ended up catching your attention, was the slight shifting couch. Well, slight probably wasn't the correct word, as the movement was anything but light. It was safe to assume the shifting was from a guy who was well over 200 Ibs and a few inches short of 7 ft, although you didn't know the exact numbers because you never wanted to ask König outright.

It was easier to hear the movement, as the large figure scoot a few inches over. Instead of sitting beside you like he was a few seconds earlier, he had not so discreetly moved to take your vacant spot and sit directly behind you. He tried to stay quiet, he really did, but it wasn't so easy for him given his size. At the very least, he treaded carefully, not bumping your back once with his legs or accidentally knocking the back of your skull with his kneecaps.

You didn't move, but your eyes slowly glanced downward, where you could see the tip of his boots. Custom made, as most department stores didn't carry anything in his size. Most articles of clothing he had were custom-made or bought in special stores, save for that odd black diy mask he often wore over his head like a hood to hide himself from the world. Too afraid to lean back and accidentally make contact and disturb this fragile peace, you remain still despite the slight ache in your lower back that make you want to lean back and stretch. But you don't. All you could do was try to revert your attention back to the movie and not think any unholy thoughts, that is, until you heard more movement.

To not bump his knees against you, Konig spread his legs a bit and leaned down. The edges of his homemade cloth mask brushed against your back as you stiffened up, and you could make out the shape of his head beside yours as he whispered, "Do you, uh, want some...?"

Yes. "What???"

"Popcorn? Do you want some popcorn...??"

Oh.

After deciding whether or not you'd accept his offer, silence ensued, only fueled by the movie playing on the television. You weren't gonna lie, you have no idea what the hell was going on in the story anymore. A solid minute passed when he spoke again, sounding just as unsure as the first time. He spoke, as if whatever thoughts he had on his mind earlier where left to simmer for long enough.

"Scheiße. Sorry, should I have not moved here...? You can still lean back if you want?"

"Oh, okay... I, um, I'll do that."

Your back was starting to ache a little from sitting up without support, so, feeling just as awkward as he was feeling, you leaned your back against the couch. Instantly, as soon as you did that, your peripheral vision was covered by his knees and part of his legs. The movie was pretty much pointless now, as you were currently wondering whether you should thank whatever gods existed or curse them for the fact that König did not have shorts on. Even without shorts and with specially fitted cargo pants, they could not conceal the insane bulk of his legs. Especially his thighs. Good lord. The two pillows you brought down before from the couch were essentially useless now because on each side of your head were his limbs that rivaled the best of My Pillow.

Think of something else, anything else, is what you tried to tell yourself.

That idea would go out the window as soon as you felt something in your hair. Carefully twisting a few strands, you felt some thick and calloused fingers gently try and feel the texture of your hair. But it lasted only for a brief second, as he immediately pulled his hands away and murmured a tiny bit louder from his whisper earlier, "Ah, sorry, I should've asked first. I should not have done that. I am sorry––"

"It's okay, I... don't mind." You shrugged it off, and much to your surprise and contentment, he continued.

The first few seconds had a bit more hesitancy, but as time ticked by, seconds turned to minutes, his boldness increased. It started with his large hands carefully feeling the texture of your hair, then it became slow brush strokes as his thick fingers ever-so-carefully untangled knots in your stands of hair. Until eventually it escalated, and he gathered the courage to do something so bold as to scratch your skull. He could easily take your entire face in one hand and crush your skull, but he didn't. There was no sign of any such roughness. Instead, his fingers and nails continued to comb through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. At first when he did this, he paused, and waited for any objections or signals of a negative reaction, but after no such thing, he continued and seemed pleased.

It was after about five-minutes and heavy mental debating in your mind that you decided to suck it up and go for it. What's the worst that could happen? Honestly, you didn't even expect to make it this far.

So, after taking in a breath, you let your head fall to the side. It wasn't like those romantic scenes where you watch the character lean their head against a love interest's shoulder. Oh no, you were skipping that part, your ear landed right on his thigh. Which was probably due to the cushion you placed underneath you on the floor that elevated you a few extra inches, or else you might've missed. In that moment, right as the side of your head landed on its intended target, you felt him freeze. His fingers stopping, nails still on your scalp. A second passed, then two, then three, like time froze.

You were almost tempted to pry yourself off and apologize, but you really didn't want to. But you had to ask. "Is this alright...?"

"J-Ja... I mean, yes..."

Your eyes widened, and you were sure you had on some goofy kinda grin but at least you weren't facing him so he couldn't tell. Once you heard his response, your shoulders slumped, relieved of tension you didn't even know you were carrying.

Even with your head against his thigh that wasn't plush but was still definitely comfortable, you realize you were no better than a man as you resisted the urge to just reach out and squeeze his other thigh that had gotten closer without you even realizing it. You had to dig your nails into your knee to prevent yourself from acting on impulse.

It was definitely almost pure muscle from what you could tell with your head on one of them. Firm but somehow still soft. Thick thighs, in fact, do not save lives, because these thighs have ended who knows how many between them in finishing moves on the battlefield. Lucky bastards. Trying your luck agian, you place a shaky hand on his other thigh, but he didn't react. A good sign? Possibly?

Forget goth gfs and thick plush thighs, apparently giant anxious austrian soldiers with thighs as thick as tree trunks and strong enough to obliterate skulls like melons were the new fad.

Movie totally forgotten, your vision was entirely covered when König leaned down a bit from his spot on the couch and you tilted your head to look up and meet his gaze. The masked man stared at you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the two small slits cut into his mask for his eyes to see. His mask partially dangled, but not fully, so not revealing himself to you. When your gaze traveled away, abruptly his thighs got closer, squishing your cheeks and the sides of your face but not enough to hurt. Just a bit of pressure to get you to look up again.

Oh god.

There was literally no space between your face and his legs anymore, and your arms instinctively went to the outer side of his thighs to try and pry them apart a bit. You didn't try much, maybe because you enjoyed it or because you didn't exactly have strength strong enough to rival his, so all you could do was clutch the pockets of his cargo pants that were just above his knees, your nails digging in softly just to get a quick feel.

Once he saw he had your attention again after he applied a bit of pressure, he cocked his head to the side and continued to look down at you through half-lidded eyes darkened by the shadow of his hood. Then he spoke, but this time with no apprehension in his quiet tone.

"You do know I've ruined others that were in a similar position to what you are in right now?"