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I saw your recent post too lol! I’m from (born and raised in, never stepped out wanna travel) Texas and light skinned south asian (India). Super excited to see what you do with this. Non religious Muslim. Diversity epitome 💀
I have a broody jazz aesthetic almost, still like hip stuff too though, don’t really have an aesthetic tbh.
A little mature for my age, 21. Sorry if this is tmi just excited to have myself be included fr once. I wear glasses, hair is usually in a ponytail, it’s 2a. Deepset but big brown almost black eyes that get shrunk with my myopic glasses lol.
Probably interested in men. I like heels but my feet don’t like them so I don’t wear them. I wear downtown girl makeup. Don’t have a favorite color, if I did it’d be burgundy, love burgundy lip liner.
Type of person to cry at movies. Love reading romance books, love the idea of love but find it hard to believe in. Lowkey struggle with setting boundaries.
I have come somewhat away from imposter syndrome and am proud of being able to look out for people typically at the cost of myself, I mean love is if you put it out in the world without expectations right? Kinda sensitive, stand for what I believe in or at least try to.
Hate sexism. I try to give the benefit of the doubt, go quiet if I feel like I can’t be myself without being criticized, ambiverted.
Embarrassed of how I cry when I’m mad and how strongly I feel but also proud of my feeling things thoroughly. Wish I could be stronger, get really mad if chances were given and still pushed. Tyy.
Oh you are very much a match for Gaz! He's the most sensitive of the bunch, and he'd love comforting you whenever you felt weak. He'd help you along with setting boundaries, even if they were with him. He'd love taking you out on the town, constantly bragging about how pretty his bird is. He'd love your friends and family.
As for a date, he'd take you into a moody little bar. Live soft jaz playing quietly in one corner. He'd share whatever drinks you wanted, snacking on appetizers. After, he'd drive you home for a movie, snuggling close to you under your favorite blanket. Pressing soft kisses on the crown of your head.
Im a person who doesn’t care what others think and just wanna get my shit done without being bothered. It takes me a while to trust people but the people I trust I would trust them with my life. My aesthetic is a mix of leather and fluffy stuff like fur lined coats for example. I also really like bunnies.
Also male please and thank you
Here me out when I say König. This poor socially anxious man would adore someone who says what they mean and means what they say. His quietness would also suit your desire for just getting work done as well. I think his blatant cockiness on the field would also make him respect your efficiency. Your lack of a damn for how other people's opinions would initally draw him to you. How you wouldn't care about what other people thought about you dating him. He thought of himself as a giant, creepy freak. If you didn't care what people would say about that, you were perfect. König would also love how you dress. Obviously with his hood he'd be into darker stuff, but he'd also love how you'd be his fluffy little thing on occasion. He would most certainly call you his fluffy little bunny. His little Hasi. He would take a long time to trust you too. However, with enough time for you both your bond would be unbreakable. He'd tear down countries to find you, and tell you things he'd kill another for knowing.
As for a first date, König would take you to a quite little restaurant where the cook has his order memorized. He'd spend ages looking deep into your eyes and listening to whatever you wanted to say, making you feel as if you were the only person in the world. He'd pay, obviously. Couldn't have his Hasi worrying about a thing. He'd blush if you tried to feed him, and try and feed you bites of his own meal. The massive man would walk down the street after with you, holding your hand tight in his. A perfect kiss under a streetlight to seal the perfect night.
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Hello! I've been shot on things to do, so if you want, send me a short description of your personality and maybe an asthetic board and I'll match you up with a cod character ^^
Let me know if you want a date with a man or one of the woman characters!
I'll give you who you match with, and where they'd take you on a date ^^
Husband!König whose attention is split between you and the documentary he sat down to watch. he's sure you're messing with him, coming over to ask nonsensical questions or poking at him before wandering off, rinse and repeat. he's trying so hard to pay attention as the narrator drones on about deep sea life, catching glimpses of the seabed before you're standing in front of him again. he humors you for half an hour. diverting his attention from the eels and sharks on screen to answer your questions, "Yes, Schatzi, we can order in tonight.", "No— I would not kiss someone else for a million.", "Yes, I'll make your favorite for breakfast tomorrow."
Husband!König whose patience finally runs out when you step in front of him again. his rough, calloused hands reaching out to grab your hips, settling you snugly on his lap. his arms locking securely around your waist before you can squirm, "I know what you're doing. Since you're not busy you can watch this with me.". he rewinds the documentary all the way to the beginning, smug grin tugging at his lips. "Ah, ah, ah, eyes on the t.v.", he shushes when you complain, "Sit tight, hm?". your attempts at escaping are pointless, you pleas to get up ignored. he hears you huff when you give up, chest warm as you relax against him. he'll get you back later when you're watching your own shows, hands idly kneading at you while the documentary rolls
I think Simon did hate cooking, when he was on his own.
Just didn’t see the damned point. No one was gonna see it, he just needed to give his engine fuel and that’s it. No need to get fancy when protein bars, tinned beans, and microwave dinners did the trick.
And then he started dating you. And at first, he didn’t feel the need to change. You were clearly fine with being brought back to his flat to get fucked on a floor mattress, so what did it matter?
It mattered when he wanted you to stay. When in the morning, he found that he had nothing to offer. Microwaved egg bites at best. Tea, powdered milk, a bulk of granulated sugar he’d bought when he signed his lease, all but turned into a single solid brick.
So he started small. Bought some eggs. Pancake mix you shake up with some water. Waking up before you was easy— then he just put in his earbuds and threw on some “you poor soul, your mommy didn’t teach you this?” Level YouTube tutorial and got cracking.
The endorphin rush he got from seeing you smile and eat his food, sitting across from him at his little kitchen table, could not be overstated.
And then it escalated. Slowly, at first. Adding a little fresh cream to scrambled egg. Getting a pepper grinder. Pancake mix from scratch. Then he tried his hand at poaching eggs. Making a simple hollandaise. Adding a compote with fresh berries to homemade scones. Dinner was next— it made for nice foreplay, he told himself, pleasing you with grilled asparagus and salmon basted with garlic and rosemary in melted butter before he pleased you with his cock.
And on it went, until he found himself moved in with you, feeding you, scolding you for heating up a hot pocket when you could’ve just told him you were hungry. Smacking your hand with his spoon for trying to steal a taste. Giving you the beater after he whips up cream or batter. Keeps a windowsill herb garden with a set of militant instructions so you can keep it alive while he’s on leave. A freezer full of pepped meals so he knows his bird is well fed when he’s gone (and he keeps a flawless mental inventory— so he’d better not come home to too many still in there, or you’re in trouble).
The last thing his team expects when they’re invited over post-op is a kitchen with cast iron and enamel pans, high grade fillet knives, and perfectly conditioned butcher block cutting boards. And those who foolishly offer to help do not expect the field treatment they receive.
“Jesus Christ, Johnny— I’ve seen you defuse an IED with a paperclip and chewing gum in less than five minutes, but it takes you 20 to cut up an onion like a five year old?”
wow, wow, wow, Loser!König eating pussy post in the big ‘26
CW: Fem!Reader, oral (Reader receiving), clothed grinding, he eats you out chat, what else can I say…
Loser!König who suddenly finds himself in your bed. well, not quite suddenly. he had been caught off guard when you asked him out weeks ago, sweaty and nervous on the date. throat tight, gaze a little too intense. one date turned into another, he found himself stumbling all the way up to now. the pretty little thing that was so very interested in his stuttering responses and clumsy touches cooing sweetly at him as you grind against his thigh. his head is spinning, hands fisting your sheets as his breathing grows labored. you’re touching him all too sweetly, breathy compliments leaving your lips as you kiss his cheeks
Loser!König who’s flushed from the neck up, embarrassingly hard beneath his jeans. there’s an uncomfortable stickiness to his underwear where his ruddy tip leaks, thighs twitching under your movements. you haven’t even touched him and it feels like too much, pale gaze darting down when you shift to tug your pants down. you ask something, his ears feel like they’re underwater , and he nods, not quite catching what you’ve said. he’s sure he’s dreaming when you gently guide his rough, calloused hands to the hem of your pants. it’s not sudden when he awkwardly works them off of you, or how he nearly choked on his own spit when you asked if he wanted to take your underwear off too
Loser!König who manhandles you, his own strength getting the better of him. choked out apologies tumbling out of his mouth as he hurriedly settles between your thighs. he never imagined someone would see him, let alone let him touch them. he’s still mumbling apologies as he mouths at your cunt, eager to please you, to keep you coming back to him. he groans deeply at your taste, eyes fluttering shut as he drinks you in. the harsh press of your thighs against his head, the comfortable weight over his shoulders, your heady scent, all of you has him groaning deeply as he ruts against your sheets, hips desperately grinding into your mattress
Loser!König who’s louder than you are, messily lapping your slick as he moans. his hands firmly gripping your hips, all but grinding you against his mouth and crooked nose. so lost in you that he doesn’t register the way you gasp and squirm, only muttering ‘thank you’s when your hands tug at his hair. he doesn’t realize you’ve orgasmed, eyes screwed shut as you soak his chin. it’s only when he comes up for air after he comes that he takes you in, heart pounding as you lay limp. his neck quickly flushes again, cheeks warm as he sucks in a breath. he’s smitten, overeager to have you to himself. despite your whining he settles between your thighs again, lashes wet as he looks up at you, “Again, Spatzi?”
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König believing that beauty marks and moles are where you were kissed in your previous life and getting jealous when he sees yours. your previous lover had his lips all over you! it’s only fair that König pulls you aside for kisses whenever he pleases. even if it isn’t true, some ugly, dark part in his heart wants to outdo this hypothetical person. so he smothers you with his lips, pressing kisses wherever he pleases. he’s encouraged by your squirming and halfhearted complaints, especially when he sees you crack a smile. it soothes the tightness in his chest when you return his kisses, eases his nerves knowing you’re his. it doesn’t occur to him that, perhaps, he was your lover in your past life. oh well, surely he’ll outdo himself in your next life too
@rawme-price gave me brain worms with this so here you go before I disappear again :0
Soft!Simon Ghost Riley/reader
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So! I headcannon Ghost as not quite asexual, but toeing the line. (Ghost would have no idea what asexuality is, nor any idea that he was anything like that, but I digress) Definitely on the asexuality spectrum.
That is to say, he absolutely loves kisses. Will sit for hours after an op, still caked in sweat and mud, and shove his tounge in your mouth for as long as he so pleases. Happy little moans and grumbles escaping him. Has fallen asleep mid midnight-makout session, his mouth smushed against yours. Demands little pecks throughout the day like a needy, oversized puppy. He is not above just tugging on your face or collar till you give him a smooch :(
On the asexuality-ishness? He isn't big on actual sex. Finds the thrusting and bouncing and such just mildly uncomfortable. Finds a lot more stress relief just tugging his cock for a few minutes, like scratching an itch. Cockwarming, however? Oh he eats that shit up. Pure, unfiltered intimacy. And you're so warm and wet around him :(
He absolutely loves it. Will rub his big hands up and down your back for ages while he stuffs you full. His favorite thing is filling you up with a good meal and then cuddling on the couch and filling you up with his dick. Ghost would melt if you pressed kisses across his shoulders while getting all comfy and adjusted. He denies whimpering, but he does it everytime you scratch the hair at the base of his neck
I have been told two seperate times today that I must have lived a previous life in the colonial period as a man who was swept over board and drowned at sea during a storm
I have the haunting of the north sea in my eyes apparently
(This was also due to a piece of writing I wrote today)
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everyone apologize to blobfish right now. "most ugly animal" if i hooked your ankle on the shore and dragged you all the way down to the bottom of the mariana trench and presented your body as a suitable type specimen i think someone should kill you
