My guilt will not purify me.

19 Whore for masked men and men in tactical gear Transgender Man He/They/It If you think you know me; no you do not... Autism & More

[justadeadreaper]

Please read.

I realised that I need to do a post for my boundaries and for people to get to know me. So let me just say some basic facts about me: ❇Hi my name is Ozzie. ❇I’m 19. ❇I’m 6’2”. ❇I’m from the same country as Bell in the Wych Elm. ❇I am a trangender man and use he/they/it pronouns but I don’t mind feminine terms being used as I don’t care much about gender rules. ❇I have autism so sometimes I can come off as a bit robotic. But, my special interests are mythology, folklore, history, cryptids, and more which I may add later. ❇My favourtie song is Lover, Don’t Leave Me by Bocce. ❇My favourite food is ice cream sandwiches made with marshmallow chunks in vanilla clotted cream ice cream and white chocolate, dried strawberries, and honeycomb cookies (I have a concerning sweet tooth). ❇My favourite season is Winter. ❇My favourite musical is Beetlejuice. ❇My favourite movie genre is Horror.

I will try to reply to comments but if there are too many comments I will not be able to as it will get overwhelming so please don’t be mad at me. But please feel free to ask me questions about anything or to talk to me at any time as I want to build a loving community. Besides me telling you my headcanons for our favourite COD characters or you telling me yours or me talking about my AU ideas, I’d be extremely ecstatic to talk to you about anything to build a bond between all of us. What fandoms do I write for? This will be a list of fandoms I will write for which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Call of Duty (Which it will mostly be about as I am a big fan and see so much potential in it.) What fandoms am I in which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about as I absolutely adore them or have a love hate relationship, it may be added onto if I decide: ❇Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel ❇Call of Duty ❇Cookie Run Kingdom ❇Good Omens What are my interests which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Mythology and folklore (Greek, Norse, Slavic, Chinese, Japanese, etc.) ❇History (Most eras such as the Victorian, famous Pirates, Tudor, but I’d love to talk about others) ❇Demonology and Angelology ❇Cryptids ❇Musicals ❇Masked men ❇Horror movies ❇Baking ❇Analog Horror

Rules? I have some very basic rules that I want to go over with you but more can be added depended on what happens: ❇I can write SFW or NSFW content depending on what you guys want, now if you do not want to see any NSFW content then please do not interact as I will not take the hate and will block. ❇For all NSFW content all of the characters will be 18+ as MAPs/Pedos with all those different kinds based on the child’s age (gross) or anything and everything in between are not welcome and can not kindly fuck off as you fuck yourself home with a cactus in your ass. I am not joking, I will block and report you. ❇This blog may contain triggering or dark content as I am a heavy angst or darker writer. I will most likely write it very often once I’ve finished with my character analyses and I’ll probably be reblogging or interacting with other dark content blogs if I see something that does catch my eye. If you’re not comfortable with any of that then pretty please do not interact with this blog or please block the tags. Do not blame me as I will be thoroughly tagging my posts as I need to find them myself. ❇This blog will contain spoilers which are tagged appropriately so if you see a spoiler do not complain or harass me for it as it has been tagged and it says spoilers in capitals and bold. ❇This is an 18+ blog, even if it does not look like it yet as the NSFW will be coming later, so absolutely no minors and people under 18 at all. End of discussion. I know and you obviously know that I can't control everyone and how they use the internet or what they interact with but please just be respectful of my boundaries and not to interact with this blog, I don’t encourage you to read this but if you have to for some unbeknownst reason to me then at least don’t reblog or like my posts. You will be blocked if you do. ❇Absolutely no harassment as I want this to be a safeplace for almost all except Pedos, Bigots, Homophobes, Racists, Transphobes, Woman-haters (like Andrew Tate or Sneako), etc. If you harass someone or me or post stuff about those then you will be blocked. ❇Every once in a while I will be checking my followers so you will be blocked if you go against my rules. What I can or will write about? Things that I will write about if you ask me: ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, cannibalism, etc. ❇I will write “yandere” but please call it stalker or obsessed as I do not like that term. ❇Omegaverse ❇Hybrids ❇AUs ❇Fluff/SFW ❇NSFW, I may be a virgin but I will write about kinky scenarios. ❇Requested scenarios with characters (Such as “What would it be like to have {insert character} help you confront your alcohol issues?). ❇Long and miniature fics. ❇Angst ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, etc. ❇Requests or suggestions if I like them or find them interesting. ❇I will write female, male, transgender, gender neutral, nonbinary, genderfluid, etc. reader. ❇Character x Character ❇Character Analysis ❇Triggering subjects ❇OC x Canon ❇My own OCs or friends’ OCs. What I can not or will not write: Things that I will not write about if you ask me and more will be added on as I go along and see what I’m comfortable with: ❇Vore, I am comfortable writing cannibalism but vore is just too far for me. ❇Adult/Minor, as I’ve said before Pedos can fuck off. I will most likely be adding more as I spend more time writing here and seeing what I am or am not comfortable with, but these are the rules for now and the most basic ones I have. Now I know I haven’t listed everything as I haven’t thought of everything so if you want to ask to make sure, please do. But please just be respectful to me and each other and yourself. Make sure that you understand the rules before requesting or interacting.

Now I will do any type of reader. Due to being transgender, reader will almost always be either female, AFAB, transgender male, or gender neutral. I will do others if it is requested by a lot of people but male reader is thin ice which I may avoid due to how common it is to be harassed for being a fetishist of gay men for writing male, since yes I may be a man but I have been told before that I’m only transgender to get away with it and I have seen others be harassed. So yes I might do it but I will tread those waters carefully and most likely only do it when asked but if I am harassed I will stop it completely. But honestly, for most of my posts reader will be gender neutral or AFAB if not stated otherwise for scenarios but specific fics will be female or transgender male. Other things such as race, body type, height, weight, tattoos, scars, specific body characteristics, etc. will be completely neutral unless I have stated otherwise or have been requested by someone. I will also do disabilities if requested but all readers will have a slight tinge of neurodivergence as I am autistic and that tends to bleed into my writing. Sorry if any of this seems rude or harsh or hostile but I have been advised to be firm with my boundaries to stop me from having problems in the long run and I am going with it as I am normally a pushover. Masterlist and AUs? I will not be having a normal masterlist as most of my posts will either be character analyses for my AUs or fics based upon those AUs or talking about scenarios for characters so I do not see the need for a normal masterlist. Instead, once I have posted the summary for that AU I will link it to here, and under the summaries in that post I will have links to all the other parts of the AU like the fics, scenarios with characters, and analyses which I will try to update as I go along, this is to just make everything easier to find. The list at the moment will just be a list of the AUs I’m going to be doing so see it as spoilers but as I go along the links will be added: ❇COD Angel! AU ❇COD Bug! AU ❇COD Celestial! AU ❇COD Cryptid! AU ❇COD Demon! AU ❇COD Fairytale! AU ❇COD Magical! AU ❇COD Mythological! AU ❇COD Pirate! AU ❇COD Plague! AU ❇COD Royal! AU ❇COD Shopkeeper! AU ❇COD Victorian! AU ❇COD Wonderland! AU

Anyone can use my AUs as long as I am credited as I do not care much and I like see how people will use my AUs as I love sharing ideas and helping people create things by giving them a basic base. Just have fun with it.

[justadeadreaper]

Calling König's toddlers picky eaters is the understatement of the century, if there ever was one. The word picky does not even describe how abhorrent his children are when it comes to eating food. Unlike their father, who will virtually eat anything you put in front of him no matter if it is burnt or decayed due to how he was brought up with food being a limited supply, so he is just happy to eat for once (for context on how horrific be one time you found a whole ecosystem in a bowl in his fridge that smelt like complete rot and he said it was still fine to eat), they will refuse anything and if you dare bring new foods around them expect it to be thrown onto the floor. For weeks on end, they will refuse any other food but their current fixation, then randomly, their little minds decide one day that the food is now their greatest enemy and will refuse to eat it and anything else until they find their next fixation. 

The foods they always like? The main ones are any type of fish or meat that was fried or breaded, cheese, or anything made of potatoes, cream, bread, pasta, and strawberries. The foods they always hate? The obvious ones, like most toddlers their age, are vegetables and fruits, but their hate list also includes anything new, slimy, or that smells or looks slightly off.

Given how picky they can be, König has had to become creative in getting them to eat a healthy diet.

Luckily, with having a well-paid job, a dodgy side hustle/”hobby”, and enough savings to make an average person have a heart attack König can afford to be able to get creative when he is cooking for his darlings. He will spend hours upon hours searching online for recipes and then perfecting them to make sure that the taste of vegetables will be unrecognisable so that they will finally eat them. No matter how hard or time-consuming it is, he continues to do it just because he knows it is the best for his toddlers and he can have nothing but the best for the lights of his life. After enough tests and trials with having his toddlers be his taste testers, he realised what worked best and spent thousands upon thousands of euros to get the equipment to continue doing this.

The first step König makes to put his big plan into action is to make deals with some local farmers and fishers at the market in one of the nearby villages or towns who will drop off fresh produce like meat, vegetables, fruits, grain, and dairy products for him and his kids to eat and in return, he pays them highly for both dropping off the food and giving him some of the best product. He also pays a few to help him set up his own mini farm in his garden so that he can grow a few things himself and with his toddlers so they appreciate their food more as they know where it comes from (if anyone is interested, I can expand on this idea). His next step is to order cookie cutters online, whether they be ones he had to have custom-made or ones he just found randomly when scrolling on some shopping site he had the recruits recommend him; the reason why he decides to order them is because he realised that his toddlers are more likely to eat their food or try new food if it is themed around their interests. 

And, his final step is to redo his entire kitchen from the stove to the sinks to the fridge (he decides to get two double fridges rather than the single one he had before) while getting more utensils that are not the normal things like a spatula or grater as they are more appliances like food mixer for baking or a slow cooker or a rice cooker until his kitchen was full of cooking equipment. He had brought everything he could think of and that others at KorTac or online had recommended, even if it was over the top and had cost him tens of thousands of euros, but his children were worth it all, even if it was a bit of a sink in his pocket.

With his set-up complete and recipes at hand, König can begin cooking for his picky eaters. Due to his toddlers’ preference for fried food such as chicken nuggets, he will put the chicken through the grinder himself to make a paste into which he can put chopped vegetables such as onions, peppers, corn, or mushrooms into which he can then season and bread after using the cookie cutters to make special shapes such as dinosaurs or shark or stars or rockets, it just depends on his what his toddlers’ interests are. He makes tiny edits to most of the recipes, since he prefers to make the components by hand, to make them healthier so that his toddlers have all the nutrients they need so they do not suffer like he did as a child where certain nutrients were neglected in favour of others. König will then spend hours in the kitchen preparing his meals, never letting his toddlers see his crafty tricks that get them to be healthy, which he will then serve to them like it is their regular food.

Examples of the displays of main dishes he puts together for his toddlers are fried fish in the shape of sharks with vegetables cut out in the shape of fish and potatoes that look like coral as it is plated on a water/ocean-themed plate if the toddler’s interest is sharks or a mashed potato volcano with a broccoli forest and vegetable shavings grass with dinosaur nuggets running away as it is plated on a forest-themed plate if the toddler’s interest is dinosaurs or vegetable shavings grass with chicken nuggets in the shape of bunnies with potato fries in the shape of Easter eggs or carrots as it is plated on a grassland-themed plate if the toddler’s interest is bunnies as Miffy has been getting extremely popular or alien shaped chicken or fish nuggets with mashed potato meteors, vegetables shaped into planets or stars, and one massive fry in the shape of a rocket as it is placed on a galaxy-themed plate if the toddler’s interest is the stars and space. Normally, the main dishes will come with a side of any food group he does not add to the main dish, or it may be extras he thinks his toddlers will like but wants them to control the amount they have, like a mixture of cheese he shredded or others vegetables he cut up that they can use to break up their main meal or a fresh bun he had brought.

While the examples of desserts and snacks he makes for his toddlers are milk bread sandwiches with a filling of cream, jam, and fruits that are cut into any shapes his toddlers want that day, or he will use an ice cream machine he brought to make a more healthy version of ice cream that he will sneak more fruits into that he thinks will match the flavour (such as strawberries and blueberries or peaches added into vanilla ice cream or bananas added into vanilla ice cream) with frozen or dried fruit shavings as a topping or a snack they can chew on in the middle of the day or tiny, or little cupcakes filled with fruit pieces and topped with homemade cream that can fit into their tiny little hands as he uses cut up fruits to add features such as spines or bunny ears or marshmallows with details on like stars or paw prints or specially shaped pancakes that are decorated with fruits and whipped cream to give details to make it look like their interests like dinosaurs or cats.

But this is not everything. With the countless recipes he has, he can make countless displays so that his toddlers are never bored. He may substitute one ingredient for another if he wants his children to try new foods or if he wants to change the taste slightly to stop boredom. He may substitute and swap options for new variety or when he thinks his kids are lacking, as he just wants to make sure they are healthy and try any food possible.

[justadeadreaper]

Now that I have finished the König deployment long headcanons I just have a few questions to ask as I want to start being a lot more active on this account now that my life and health are better. Would anyone like to see me do more headcanons, both long headcanons that range from 1000 to 3000 words like my König deployment ones and short headcanons that range from 200 to 500 words? Would anyone also like to see conversations I think would happen between certain characters or things I think they would say even if they are jokes? Would anyone also like to see mini fanfics of scenarios they could be in or mini fanfics that can be put together in a series as I work on much longer fanfics? Would anyone also like me to just put out prompts others can use in works of their own or that could start questions?

Plus I am thinking about not just doing characters from Call of Duty but branching out to do characters from other series such as Dark Cacao, Abalone, or Cavier from Cookie Run: Kingdom or Hades from Descendants (specifically Descendants 3 as I am a sucker for depressed but goofy DILFs and to me Rise of Red does not exist as it does not fit with the lore at all) or the Dealer from Buckshot Roulette or Bob Velseb from Spooky Month or Karl Heisenberg from Resident Evil Village or some OCs I have for the different OCs. 

Any suggestions are welcome as I just want to get back to writing and my inbox and DMs are open for them. So if you have a character from another series you think I would like just tell me or another idea I could possibly do or ideas related to my questions (such as headcanons or scenarios you think fit) then please share with me.

Thanks!

-Ozzie

[justadeadreaper]

This is part three (and the final part) of what König does before his long deployment. Do not worry; unlike the first part, this is pure fluff. I did have an idea for a bittersweet version and a smutty version, so if you want that, just tell me.

When König returns from his deployment, he has to make it a spectacle. König had decided not to tell you that he was returning home, neglecting to send you any notification that you would soon be reunited and in one another’s arms once more. He wants to see the overwhelming joy on your face when you realise he is here with you and alive.

He sits in the first class seat he booked so no poor souls have to be squished into a seat next to him and because his huge size is uncomfortable due to the virtually non-existent legroom and how he can barely fit into the seat. It may be more pricey, but at this point, he does not give a shit at all, he does not want to interact with any other being except for you, and he knows he will blow up on anyone that slightly annoys him since the adrenaline is still somewhat in his system and the exhaustion has made him irritable. He uses the isolation and the comfort of the bed to think of you, as now you completely fill every crevice of his brain, and even his dream is of you in his arms once he is finally lulled into sleep. But, when he was awake, he thought of what he could do to show you how much he had missed you as he knows that it needs to show how sorry he is for leaving you by yourself for so long. 

His first stop after collecting his luggage and paying off the airport staff to let him bring in his collection of trinkets and not alert the authorities of contraband is his favourite florist. The small shop is tucked into a dodgy alleyway as it acts like a light in the darkness with all the colourful flowers in the window; it is run by a sweet old lady that König had met when he had first moved to the city and always treated him like a son when he came in to buy flowers for his mutter and oma. He trusts her completely as he asks her to make him a bouquet that features your favourite flowers with other flowers that complement their colour and meaning with decorations and decorations that are either plushies or ornaments on sticks that fit the colour theme she is going for. He always pays her an extremely big tip that is enough to cover her expenses for a few months to show his appreciation before he goes to his next destination. Of course, it is your favourite bakery, so he can get you all the sweet or sour treats he knows you like to try and make up for not being there and making you his own treats from all the family memories he has crammed into that oversized head of his. The staff knew him and his order off by heart from the multiple times he had come there to get you baked goods whenever you were craving them, feeling sad, or the two of you had argued, and he needed a way to show he was sad and sorry for your fight and what he had done. By the time he got to the counter to pay, they already had his order summed up and ready to pay, as half of it was already put into the bag.

With his collection complete he finally takes the journey back home to your cabin to see and touch you again. He does not bother to knock as his arms are filled with bags of gifts, and he quickly scrambles with his keys to unlock the door and get inside. Would he prefer to shower or pass out right out on top of you from exhaustion? Yes. But seeing your face at his return is the only thing spurring him on to last for a few hours at least. 

Your face is something that he can not describe with the raw emotions on your face but it is something he would willingly give up all the treasures in the world to see again with how it makes him feel so loved and happy. He tries to quickly put everything down without damaging anything so you can run into his open arms, and he can wrap his arms around your frame to give you the tightest bear hug known to man. König keeps you there for a good few minutes to bask in your scent and touch that he has so dearly missed. Once the two of you part for a few minutes to catch your breaths, he is already dragging you to the couch so he can sit down with you and gift you anything he brought back. If there are any living animals, he will obviously give them to you first, whether it be a toad that he stopped his colleagues from turning into target practice or a small orange cat that dared to hiss and climb up his leg to attack when he was scouting a village that had just been raided or something entirely different that he somehow snuggled back without being bitten to shit. Then he will take out all the trinkets, from the souvenirs to the grim, for you to look over and decide on what you will do with them as he asks you to tell him everything you have done in his time gone and how much you have missed him. He loves hearing your voice as you detail every single event from the minuscule to the major that has happened without him by your side; he may be upset that he missed everything, but the way you recount it is enough for him as with your voice it is enough for him to feel like he is there with you. He asks you to admire and tell him what you will do with the trinkets as he goes into the kitchen to make you some of his homemade hot chocolate (the use of the different types of milk and chocolate make it so decedent and sweet in just the right way when paired with the homemade cream, whipped cream, and marshmallows) while he continues to listen to you ramble about his gift like honey to his ears. Once you have your drink to eat with your treats, he forces you to lie down on the couch so he can lie on top of your chest with his head above your heart to listen to the drum of your heart as if it was a soothing lullaby. König keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you as your hands move to stroke them through the stands of his hair and massage his scalp a bit, just hearing you talk and being wrapped in your touch is enough to lull him asleep as he is finally at peace and happy.

The next day, you wake up to him gone, and once you adventure to the kitchen, you find him making bunny and heart-shaped pancakes with berries, ice cream, and syrup that he uses to give the pancakes details. When you try to sit down at the table that now hosts the flowers from yesterday in an ornate vase, he reprimands you and forces you to go upstairs and into your bed so that he can serve you breakfast in bed and cuddle you as you eat like a clingy puppy whose owner has been gone for a few days on a business trip. With your morning filled with cuddles, he drags you into the shower so that you can shower together, but also so he can have your hands massage the soap into his body to clean him while getting rid of the pesky knots that never seemed to go when he massaged himself. Of course, he also has to wash you in return and have his hands all over your body and have a few cheeky squeezes. When you are both clean and dressed, he insists that the two of you must go out for the day as a date and that you can go anywhere you want and buy as much as you want with the bonus he got for doing such an effective job on the mission. Even if he is sore and achy and should most definitely be staying home for the day he insists he is fine to go out until you agree with him and let him take you out for the whole day.

Once you are back home, he says a small white lie about how he forgot to get some produce that he needed tomorrow for when he did his meal prep for his workouts; with him in his rough state, it is obvious that you offer to go out to a local village or town to get whatever he needs. König agrees, knowing it would take an hour or two at least, which is enough time to enact his plan. With you off to get whatever he bullshitted and said he needed, he gets out all the vegetables and meat he had prepared earlier before he started making your breakfast so he would have them ready for tonight. He starts cooking one of your favourite dishes while he sets up the table with your favourite candles and cutlery to try and make a candle-lit dinner to be proud of; he pulls out everything he has, from fairy lights to fake vines to set the mood just right for when you get back. By the time you return with what he sent you out for, the table is set with the food served, and he is sitting there ready as a König-made version of your favourite meal ready on the plate for you with a glass of your favourite alcohol. He talks to you through your whole home date as you are filled with the absolutely delicious dish and you have to stop yourself from jumping at him to kiss him to death from thankfulness. Now that the night is over and both of you are full he carries you upstairs to your bedroom and helps you undress to just your skin before you both slip into the bed and fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

König is filled with true happiness and love now that he is with his beloved once more and the pit of anxiety has been replaced by relief as he thought you would have moved on and fallen out of love with him in his time gone. If he could, he would stay in this moment for the rest of eternity as he stays in your arms in complete bliss that only you and being together can bring him; he just prays he never has to go on a long deployment again and can stay right by your side for the rest of eternity with your love and the happiness it brings him.

[justadeadreaper]

My friend says I have to write this as an apology for what I posted yesterday as apparently what I wrote was not fluff but angst as it made a few people cry so I have to make up for it with actual fluff. Now that I have said what I think König would do for you when he goes on a long deployment so that you remember how much he loves you when you miss him how about we now hear what I think he does while on the deployments and then a third post detailing what he does when he finally gets back home. 

Yes, König has an issue with being the cockiest man alive but he has another trait(s) that can be considered a thousand times worse, this is how he is extremely possessive and obsessed with what he considers his. It is why he struggles to be apart from you for so long when he is on his missions for months or years at a time even if he keeps actively choosing them for the rush of adrenaline that has to pump through his veins due to how addicted the military made him to the thrill. As mentioned before, the giant will spend any chance and time he gets to write you letters that normally entail how everything is going before going over how greatly he misses you and would prefer to be in your arms in the luxury of your soft bed compared to the cold, lifeless floors of wherever he is. Normally, he ends all his letters asking how you are and what you have been doing, like asking how your hobbies have been going and if you have been using his card to treat yourself while he is gone. 

If he has signal and is in a safe area where he has no worries about calling or checking his phone you can bet that he will be checking every single security camera he has in the house to see what you are doing without telling you as he just loves to see how you are in your natural habitat even if others would call him a peeping Tom for such actions. Sometimes he will even call you on a second phone to talk to you as he watches what you do, sometimes he loves to be a tease and ask what you are doing and make hints towards what you are doing just so he can see the confused look on your face and ask if he is a mind reader.

Due to his kleptomaniac tendencies from how he grew up with virtually nothing to the point he now needs to have everything he was never able to have when he was a child, he will collect trinkets for you to gift you once he gets back home. These trinkets can virtually be anything he was able to get his large, sticky hands on like the jewellery he scavenges from the corpses of all the enemies he has killed so that he can return home to you as he loves seeing you in anything shiny or objects he just likes the look of that he found when scouting the area which itself ranges from a pretty rock he found in a stream to things he found in a ruined house like ornaments that could be used to decorate your home to things such as spoons or weirdly shaped objects that he just found interesting and thought you would find pretty too or souvenirs or clothes he brought in nearby cities, towns, villages or countries to the area his mission was set in as to share the location with you and as a way to make off another area he has been in and successfully come back alive from or it could be something grimmer that just hits the right spot with his morbid thought process he calls normal such as the bones of enemies or dead animals he found that he will eventually DIY to create something useful or pretty to put around the house (the last time he did such a thing he made you multiple candle holders using the arm and hand bones of enemies as he said it looked so pretty to see the wax drip down the bones onto the platform underneath) or he would bring back the weapons or clothing of the enemies he killed if he thought it was pretty or interesting enough to add to the collection he lets you use to protect yourself with while he is gone or cool enough to add to his many uniforms.

Although, his kleptomaniac tendencies do not just stop at inanimate objects. Quite a few of his subordinates and teammates joke that if you find a stray animal you can not kill it but you have to hide it no matter what situation you are in due to König’s horrible habit of collecting animals he finds like Pokémon cards. If König finds a stray animal in the area or one he finds too interesting it is no longer a stray but his pet no matter what it is even if it is as feral as a dog with rabies. This habit was first discovered by his team when he would keep the interesting enough spiders they asked him to dispose of as he would keep them in containers and feed them whatever bug he found around the area but it never stopped there. It was then reaffirmed once they found him sneaking a pair of rats into his bag since he thought they were too cute as they had the audacity to try and bite a hole through his boot. Over the years it became more apparent with every new animal he gathered and brought home to you or how you would suddenly find a new pet such as the toad that now lives by the small fairy pond he built by the rose bushes as he saved it from his team as Tor thought it was a good idea to use it as target practice. If he finds an animal on the mission that he finds cute or interesting enough you can surely bet that he will bring it home to add to the family since he knows you can not refuse his puppy dog eyes that tug on your heartstrings.

If you speak a language he does not and someone on his team can speak it he will be pestering his team member to teach him, but if he does not he will have taken a few small books for him to learn from when he is restless at night and unable to sleep due to his insomnia just so that when he comes home he will be able to surprise you with knowing some of your language.

And like I have mentioned before, he takes mini journals alongside with him where he will be able to sketch you with details of the scenery around him or he will write poems or thoughts about you just to get his mind off of you so they do not clog his thoughts and distract him which creates the risk of him being too distracted and not being alert enough which ends up with him not having the chance to come home to you which neither of you want to happen. The journals are so sappy and sweet but can sometimes be vulgar with its content, he does not dare show it anyone but you, but that only happens once he is finished and every page is full so he can give it you once he is next deployed.

But in the end, all he is waiting for is for the mission to be over so that he can come back to you alive and well so that he can be in your arms once more and spoil you with all the gifts he brought from the mission and when he got back to say sorry for being gone for so long.

[justadeadreaper]

These are mainly fluffy headcanons with slight themes of angst due to the nature of long deployments with implications/references of a death that could happen.

One thing people tend to forget about König working for a private military company is that he can still go on long deployments/missions that can take months to even years to complete where he would not be able to see his beloved.

König may be an extremely cocky man, which is something no one can deny from his voice lines. On the surface level he may think that no other person is skilled enough to kill him, but deep down that is not the case. Even if his anxiety does not actively affect him on a level you would truly notice it is still rooted deep in his brain as it spews out harrowing ideas that he can not get rid of as they nip at him while being made bigger by his trauma and past experiences. This causes a deep-seated paranoia about the idea of him dying on the field and leaving you all alone with your last memory of him being a sad one haunts him, or even worse in his time gone you completely forget about him and move on to someone new that could fill the hole he left behind.

This leads him to make the day before his long deployment the best of your life while he puts together a surprise to ensure you always have pieces of him while he is apart from you.

The day before he makes sure you have the best date of your life so far. It first starts with breakfast in your shared bed after he lets you sleep in until late in the morning, it is all your favourite breakfast foods and some of his own as he lets you splurge a bit and have your favourite dessert items as well while he eats his waffles with pistachio and strawberry ice cream. He loves to cuddle you and just stay in bed with you for a couple more hours to bathe in your love and warmth as you brush your hands through his hair before massaging his scalp before gently kissing all over his face, paying special attention to his scars. Once you finally get out of bed he takes you on a little shopping spree through your favourite stores letting you buy anything you want without worrying about the price even if you have to go to the sketchy game place that smells of death and sweat so he can get more figures or knives or guns or mangas for his collection. To end your adventure he would either take you to an aquarium or museum of your choice later in the evening so that fewer people are there just so you could have your moment together that looks like it is straight out of a movie. Before you leave you drag him towards the gift shop and he buys you whatever gifts you want  then he takes you home as he secretly calls your favourite takeout place so you can eat it together once it arrives as another surprise. Then to finish the day you spend the whole night cuddling and watching movies until you fall asleep. 

On a more spicy note, if you want children and do not have any yet I can see him trying his best to get you pregnant that night as he feels and loves you one last time just so if you lose him you will at least still have a part of him with you to help you pass through the years before you are reunited again.

In the morning he probably leaves with no word to you at all as he would hate your last memory to be one of heartbreak. Only a letter on his side of the bed. The first few pages are him apologising for leaving without a goodbye with the explanation that he is going on a long deployment before detailing how much he loves you, then he explains how he took a few of your shirts to use as a mask so he could always have your smell with him as he battles and a photo of you that he keeps above his heart so you can still be close to him, and finally on the last few pages are a detailed scavenger hunt with clues that lead you all over your shared homes with each clue leading to a spot with the clue being based on an important memory that was in that spot.

The items he would put in these spots varied and each time changed (unless it was his last time) but it was always the same types of items every time even if the spots changed.

In the first spot would always be some of his shirts, jackets, or hoodies that smelled of him so that when you were around the house you could wear them and be comforted by his scent as they would always smell heavily of his cologne. Every time after the first time he did this he would put different clothes in his place so you never got bored of the options he chose.

In the second spot would be a mixture of letters and USB sticks. There would be a letter on top explaining that the letters with white lily petals on the front and USBs with white lilies painted on them were for if he died, they have a gold writing on top that labels which life event of yours it was for and if you had children they would have the same and even if you did not have kids yet he still made some for future potential children, and the letters with forget-me-not petals on the front and USBs with forget-me-nots painted on them were for when you missed in and were struggling to deal with your life and different emotions without him there, and USBs with pink carnations painted on them that were just recorded videos him talking about different topics just for when you wanted to hear his voice talking about topics he found interesting. He explains in the top letter that the reason he wrote the letters and recorded videos that he put on the USB was due to the fact that in the letters he had to be concise and direct so he could get to everything he wanted to say while the videos are for him to be able to express all his emotions and not be confined to what would fit on the page as you see him be himself in the photos. Every time after the first time he did this he would put new letters and USBs in the place of the old ones to add to the collection with new responses to situations, topics, and emotions he thought of.

In the third spot would be a bear from Build-A-Bear (specifically the Pumpkin Sparkle bear due to it being ginger like him) that has multiple voice boxes in it that has recordings of him saying “I love you” or different compliments or nicknames he would usually call you with a custom heart too that bumped in the rhythm of his heart. The bear would be dressed up in a mini version of his normal uniform he wears on contracts as it holds a bottle of his favourite cologne just for you to use. Every time after the first time he did this he would put new clothes you could dress the bear up in based on his other outfits he wears on his contracts or at home or from when he dragged you to conventions.

In the fourth spot would be a scrapbook of your life together next to the small journals he took on deployments or used when his insomnia overwhelmed him which made it impossible to sleep. The scrapbook would have photos of all your dates together and important dates such as birthdays, promotions, holidays, etc. with petals and small drawings decorating the pages while the journals would be filled with countless pages filled with drawings of you, poems directed towards you or wrote solely about you, and ramblings about how he felt about you and everything he adored about you. Every time after the first time he did this he would create new scrapbooks that could be paired with the old that shows off more of your life events together and more journals that are filled to the brim with you.

In the fifth spot would be two books he made himself, the first is a cookbook bursting at the seams where he has handwritten all of the recipes that have been passed down his family over generations upon generations but alongside it are also recipes of all the dishes you enjoyed together or recipes he knew you loved even if you had never had the time to share them together, while the second is a book of all the jokes and puns he has told you or he wanted to tell you or he wanted to use when he was finally a dad or the kids were old enough to understand. Every time after the first time he did this he would write down new pages of jokes or recipes that he thought of that could be added to the books.

Apart from the scavenger hunt I also imagine him doing other things for when he is gone. The second most prominent thing is the little glass animals that he has hidden all around the house with a tiny scroll wrapped around their body or neck with a cute ribbon that matches the colour of the animal to keep it attached; once the scroll is unrolled it reveals it is a note about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are or compliments in general or motivation just so you can be reminded everyday of how much he loves you as if he never left, like he was still there with you. Something that could be considered as condescending that comes from his cockiness, and the undiagnosed autism I think he has, is how he writes down instructions and reminders for everyday he is on deployment for you to use as normally each morning he writes a chore list for the day with reminders for both of you to eat and drink. If you showed him how an Alexa worked he sets up the Alexa to do the reminders too but for the next 30 years just in case he dies.

When he is on deployment he will try to send back letters at any opportunity he gets as he collects trinkets to give you once he gets home. If you did have cameras set up around the house, whenever he has free time he is watching them to see how you are and what you are doing, and you can bet that if a speaker and microphone is attached to the camera he is using it to talk and have conversations with you even if they are short due to the nature of his work.

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You can thank my friends for encouraging me to write more and write this, as my motivation to write has been completely fried due to the stress of exams and other issues in my life. Sorry for not posting in forever.

CW: Chubby!König x AFAB!Reader, food play with ice cream, overstimulation, temperature play, Please tell me if anything that should be put as a warning was not, thanks.

Even with how his age was affecting his stamina Chubby!König always found a way to go on for hours when it involved you. You had asked him before why this was the case and normally you received a shrug from the older man as he just explained that it was purely a result of you having such a gorgeous body that he could not keep his perverted mits off of. He always patted your head after hours of fucking telling you not to think about it too hard or worry about it as he made you rest on his fatty pecs that you always joked needed a bra rather than the hole-covered wife-beater he prefers.

Yet your poor little cunt could not stop thinking about it. How could it not? All sore and swollen and red from having that bitch breaker he calls a cock destroying your insides to try and fulfil his perverse fantasies that raided his mind virtually every minute of the day. You always tended to whine after his hours upon hours of fucking you into the bed like a lion in its rut due to the soreness down there.

You thought today would be no different.

Well, it was what you thought. You thought he would give his normal reaction to your whining which you had become used to, his usual condescending responses that he gave in that sickly sweet voice of his as he made sure his dear Hase stopped your whining. But, this time he rose out of your shared bed without saying a word. At first, your thoughts ran wild thinking that you had upset him as you tried to call him back to bed, even offering your cunt as an apology, still, he continued ignoring you as he left the room and you could hear the old wooden stairs creak under his feet as he always promised to fix the annoying sound but never did. The pit of worry crept from your stomach through your throat scraping at the sides until you heard the familiar sound of him walking back up the stairs. Once he had reentered the room the first thing you saw was his face, particularly that familiar shit-eating smirk he always wore when he had finally gotten something over you. Your eyes travelled down to see what he held in his hands and... oh.

Oh.

A tub of ice cream with a spoon. The tub was a repurposed tub from a pint of strawberry ice cream he had gorged on weeks ago to use for the ice cream machine he had brought to make his own due to his hate towards brands for not making a mixture of strawberry, pistachio, and vanilla ice cream even after his multiple threats and bribes. You could tell from the slight sheen of water dripping from the tub that he had already slightly melted it under some warm water as the spoon had a slight sheen of frost. 

He did not falter in his steps as he came closer to the bed before he came back upon it, the mattress dipping under the weight exerted from his knees. One knee was used to part your thighs as his hands were too distracted with opening the lid with a satisfying pop. You desperately tried to close your legs again when you felt the hair from his thigh rub against your cunt, but it was no luck as the strength of the muscles beneath the fat formed a wall you could never dream of toppling, even if you tried with all your might. A whine tried to erupt from your mouth in protest, but it was quickly halted by the gasp that burst through at the feeling of the freezing spoon against your throbbing clit.

All Chubby!König did was let out a hushed chuckle at your reaction; he kept the spoon on your clit not caring at the pain that wrapped around the small nub due to the overstimulation he always seemed to inflict on you that caused you to squirm. He always loved your reactions to what he had done, and this brought the biggest smile to his face.

Once he had finally decided that he had enough of torturing your poor clit he moved the spoon off your pathetic clit that throbbed from the loss of the touch but also the overwhelming, overstimulating pain. He then dipped the spoon in the ice cream before scooping the slightly melted cream all over your cunt, the lighter colour of it making it seem as if your cunt was not as red as the tomatoes the two of you grew. It hurt, but the coldness gave some well-needed relief after his onslaught, but the relief was short-lived.

Without a second thought, he pushed his head down between your thighs and began to sloppily lick the ice cream from your sticky cunt. The ice cream blended in with your juices to make a mixture that sent him to Heaven, one-half you -his favourite meal in the world- and the other half his favourite ice cream. Chubby!König, in all terms and senses of the phrase, was a simple man that such a perverse activity brought him a joy that he would gladly chase after by spending his life doing it until the end of eternity. As the muscle of his tongue lapped at your pussy like a starved dog with even a few prods that threatened to breach your sore walls that were already tightening around nothing, one of his hands would reapply the ice cream to where he had licked it off while his other hand reached between his own thighs to relieve the aching, throbbing shaft that strained against the chub of his thigh, wetting the hair with the globs of precious seed that leaked out from the blushed tip.

He continued with this pattern like an automated machine, as his brain had been on autopilot for most of it, letting the sensation, pleasure, and taste cloud his mind like the world’s strongest drug. Only one thing would stop him. Your cum. Particularly your cum all over your face as it made your cum drip into a small puddle that would force the bed sheets to be changed in the morning. From the use of the tongue and all of your orgasms from earlier, it was not hard for you to release once more as the overstimulation finally caught up to your pleasure-fogged mind.

The smirk that twisted his scarred lips from all the years of gnawing was something that only could be rivalled by the cockiest of gods. He finally pulled back to admire the masterful piece of art his cock, hands, and tongue had created before he enacted the next part of his plan.

He dragged the spoon up your cunt, collecting as much of your juices and ice cream onto the spoon as he could. Then he brought it to his dick, his movements becoming more rushed and drastic as he jerked off to reach the release that had been teasing him when he started this whole mess. All it took was another minute before thick ropes of cum spurted over the spoon mixing with your juices and the ice cream, the ultimate summary of this event. He then pushed the spoon towards the mouth.

“Open up...” he commanded.

You did.

“Good Hase~...” he chuckled darkly with the glint of a successful predator in his eyes.

You whined as he pushed the spoon in your mouth, forcing you to close your lips before you swallowed the salty but sweet and creamy mixture that had its appealingness to it in its own twisted way.

“What’s wrong Hase? I thought you said you wanted something to help with the soreness, ja?~” he condescendingly asked in response to your reaction.

He was right, like always; you just did not mean it like this. But, when you saw how his dick had chubbed up once more, you realised this would become a more frequent occurrence and that you were in for a much longer night than you had originally expected.

Oh, how you had cursed yourself by ever whining in the first place.

[justadeadreaper]

So umm,, based on the previous a/b/o content and the fact that I adore Jack-Pot...would you be able to cook something up for alpha Jack-Pot?👉👈 Maybe something about if he has a breeding kink?🥺 Because that last omega Makarov post demolished me in the best way and now Jack-Pot is my love. Only if you want it though!

First of all, I would like to thank the Panty & Stocking's bimbo playlists that helped put me in the right mind space, and I would also like to thank @frogchiro as she helped inspire me as originally this was only going to be a couple hundred words but with her encouraging my horniness this has turned into 1675 words of me talking about his absolutely horrid breeding kink since he is a giant family man who wants pups. So I hope you enjoy this, and I hope this is what you were expecting or at least meets your expectations.

Originally, I was thinking about making this a two-for-one special where you get both Omega!Makarov and Alpha!Jack-Pot, as you liked the Omega!Makarov stuff. It was originally going to have Omega!Makarov who finally gets the pups he wants from the strongest Alpha on the base. Although, a friend convinced me otherwise, as it is only fair if he gets his own post before having posts with other characters, but if you want that fic just tell me and I will write and publish it.

The people who actually like my Jack-Pot content and Omegavers -even if it is minimal at the moment- will be happy to know that this will not be the only Alpha Jack-Pot fic. If you go read an ask I sent @yawnderu, you can see what other fic I have planned that is already over 1000 words, and I have barely even got into the smut yet, and I have another fic in the works of a certain Omega overstimulating a certain Alpha which is also over 1000 words and is barely finished.

Plus, I have so many fic ideas depending on how religious Jack-Pot acts in each one; as one moment, he would not want pups out of wedlock to him wanting lots of pups due to needing to be fruitful and multiple, or we could even go the misogyny route of him thinking Omegas should stay home and get knocked up with pups if we want to go a bit darker. Just be specific and tell me if you want it with Makarov, reader (what gender and second gender), or another COD character as if not directly stated, then my autistic brain will get very confused.

Now enough of my rambling and into the breeding kink.

A society where your family, your pack, is valued above all else. It perfectly fits into two little moments from the bible, one where God tells you to be fruitful and multiple, the other where God killed a man for wasting his seed. It is no surprise to find out that the church promotes breeding and having more pups in the Omegaverse compared to any other universe.

And, Alpha!Jack-Pot wants to be the best Catholic he can be. It is no surprise that he has a breeding kink as large as his dear Komandir’s; you could even say it is worse as he is motivated by both instinct and religion.

From a young age, his grandmother had drilled family values into him. Having him and his siblings pile together on the rug in front of the fireplace as she read to them from the old pages of her bible to teach them some lessons about life, making sure that they knew that it was easier to follow their religious rules if the young pups relied on each other. Her teachings only got worse once he had presented, the only Alpha out of the siblings she was given to raise, and with no Alpha around to help, she made sure to drill into his head that he had to be a family man. He had to be a provider. He had to follow what she had said to be a good follower. Was it emotional blackmail? Yes. But, after having so many of her children end up as fuck-ups she did not want history repeating itself. It was just her luck that Alpha!Jack-Pot was so emotionally attached to his siblings and her that it sparked the want in him to create a family that could feel the love he had felt.

But...

It was unlucky for his Omega that the small spark inside grew into a blazing fire. Not just one thing fed into it; religion, society, instincts, years of abuse with no love, years of being alone without anyone he could call a pack, and more; everything just made his breeding kink worse as he became desperate for pups. And who could deny him when he was such an amazing Alpha? Even Makarov could not refuse him when he made his voice as sickly as honey with those puppy-like eyes he pulled. Not to mention if someone were to ask him why he should have pups, he would list a boat’s worth of reasons with Genesis chapter one, line twenty-eight and chapter thirty-eight, lines nine and ten as one of the first reasons.

If he had not been such a hopeless romantic, he would have married the first Omega he met that showed him enough attention just so he would have a warm hole to fuck full of his seed so he could have the pups he dreamed of, but since he wanted love and the perfect little marriage with a loving Omega on his arm, he had to wait, and wait, and wait. 

All that waiting drove him completely slightly insane; his want for pups continued to grow alongside all the precious cum in his heavy balls, he may be hypersexual, but he would never waste a perfectly fertile load of cum that could be inside an Omega giving him the pups he wants so he always edged himself to near completion. It all made him more aggressive but he was smart enough to never show it fully, acting as if the aggression came from dealing with idiotic soldiers all day as he did not want to scare off an Omega that would be his pretty little love. It was no surprise when he finally found an Omega he loved and loved him back that he put a pretty ring on your finger as quickly as he could so he could finally have his lovely little family.

You had never seen him like this before. You did not even think he was capable of anything like this. You knew he could be aggressive and a bit perverted, but this was beyond your wildest dreams. 

All the Alphas on base were forced by Makarov to take rut suppressants like the Omegas, who were forced to take heat suppressants. It was a way to stop all the Konni soldiers from getting too aggressive and horny as if one Omega were to go into heat and their pheromones were strong enough, then all the Alphas would go into a rut, and he could not have that distraction when he needed to finish his cause. But there was another reason for it. When Alpha!Jack-Pot was in one of his ruts; not even Makarov could keep him on a leash. A nearly eight-foot Behemoth that purely runs on adrenaline and instincts was a liability as he would stalk the base, killing any Alpha in his path until he found an Omega. It had already happened before, and Makarov could not have such a high casualty count again. It was why you had never seen him in a breeding state before.

But now? You were stuck in a nest with him. 

He was getting you pregnant. Birth control pills? He had broken them all apart before flushing them down the toilet. Implant? He had the doctors on base to remove it. Condoms? He had ripped them all right in front of your eyes.

Panting in your ear like a dog in heat as he had your chest pushed into the nest by the bulk that he called a body, trapping you beneath his weight to give you no chance of escape as that thing he called a cock abused your poor, swollen cunt. He was a beast, more like a dog than a man, as he had you in doggy style; ass in the air as it as it met his muscular hips, jolting you further into the nest. A wolf that finally had its prey, a little bunny that it would enjoy slowly ripping apart from the seams to get what it wanted. You had no break as he continued to ram into your cervix, not caring how much it would bruise and hurt in the morning as right now he was chasing his release while fucking you into a state of stupidity that meant everything, no matter how painful, felt pleasurable. 

All you could do was accept his dick as his bulbous tip continued to somehow find itself deeper inside you. If you were in a fully sane state of mind, you would have thought he would have impaled you on the thing, but you were not in a fully sane state of mind, far from it. You were like him, fully relying on your instincts as your body was in control of what you did. He had been fucking you for God knows how long at this point; it had to have been hours, yet he seemed no closer to finally cumming as he had the stamina to match his size paired with the years of training himself to put off an orgasm until the last very moment after hours of overstimulating pleasure.

Across your neck were bite marks, and over your scent glands were mate marks that he had bitten harshly enough to leave scars as you screamed while some blood flowed into his mouth, staining both his teeth and lips red with your scarlet blood. He kept growling into your ears about how he would fill you up good with his pups; that he would be a good boy and make sure you saw stars so you could relax and get knocked up nice and good with his litter. That growl in his voice alone could have made you cum, a dark deepness that turned his already deep voice into a sinful treat you could not help but moan at. 

Just everything he was doing could have made you cum. He already had you sticky with sweat from the most extensive workout you have done all year month week, with his and your pheromones filling the air so thickly that anyone else would choke from the lack of oxygen. It was not long until he found your sweet spot, which he decided was his new target when he heard your moans. He did not stop his assault on it until you cummed all over him, drenching his curled hair and thighs in your sweet juices that he wished to lick up and taste while the rest dripped down from in between your thighs to the blankets of the nest.

When he felt that he was close to cumming he made sure to pin you down to the point your body could be counted as part of the nest so he could cum nice and deep inside of you without worrying about you pushing him off. Letting his knot inflate inside you as he let your walls milk him dry while still trying to rut into you to make sure his seed got nice and deep into your womb to take root to give him the pups he wanted. He did not care that you would be stuck together for hours with his knot locking him inside of you and your reverse knotting locking around him tight so that he could not even think about pulling out as it milked him of a few more orgasms to get all the cum it could. 

Gently caressing the bulge in your stomach left by his breached cock and all the cum he had stuffed inside of you. Kissing at the mate mark he had left on your neck while letting out a chuff-like growl into your ear about how he will be such a good daddy for your pups and how he hopes you will have a large litter for him to spoil with all his love. He continues his affection until after you have been asleep for an hour, finally able to sleep and relax now that he knows he will be having pups...

[justadeadreaper]

Questions!! How often does he pray? Would he prefer a religious partner? How does he feel about non-believers?👀

Jack-Pot prays seven times a day (at least) at the given times. This is due to there being semi-specific times Catholics need to pray, which are at 3AM, 6AM, 9AM, 12PM, 6PM (as that is what he defines as evening), 9PM (this is normally done at bedtime but as his schedule is fucked up he tends to do it at 9PM and an extra when he actually goes to bed), and 12AM. He does have alarms which wake him up at the times to pray as he is very strict about it. But, he does do extra prayers, which are to say thanks before eating any meal, or he will pray when he has sinned that day to ask for forgiveness, which tends to be quite often due to working with Makarov. But, he also will pray his rosary when he is too stressed as it helps him relax as he needs to be in a calm state to remember each prayer that consists of the rosary

He would prefer a religious partner, particularly a Roman Catholic like him, but he does not mind too much; for example, in the Rewrite, his "crush" is not particularly religious. As long as you celebrate the different holidays and feast days with him and at least partake in a few things with him, like going to mass every so often, then he is perfectly fine and happy. If you are of a different religion, especially not a Christian one, he will be enthusiastic to learn about it and the different things about the religion as it is interesting to him to learn about the similarities and differences. If you asked him too he would participate in any religious activity you ask him to, but he expects the same in return

The only issue would come when you have children. He would want the children to be Roman Catholic like him, and it will be a bit of an uphill battle to get him to consider otherwise; the best compromise you could get is that the children would be raised in both religions

In all honesty, Jack-Pot could give less of a shit about non-believers. Atheists or if you are another religion. He could not care less anymore since he was taught to respect others, and it is their own choice, not his, to make. He will worship his God, and you can do whatever you want to do as you are an adult. When he was younger, it was different as he thought people were idiots for not believing and was more vocal about it. But that soon changed after he had an argument with his older brother. His older brother is a Satanist and Demon worshipper, which caused a massive fight between the two as Jack-Pot saw his brother as an idiot, but his opinion and attitude soon changed after his brother handed his ass back to him and gave Jack-Pot a very long lecture. Ever since then he has been respectful

[justadeadreaper]

I'm in love with a fictional man and I blame the 'tism for it. Aldbskdnen

As he's heavily tattooed, what does Jack-Pot think about more "cute" tattoos? One of my tattoos is a cat with fairy wings. 👀

ALSO!! Does he like cats? I have this massive rat bastard who enjoys being babied and carried like a child. Sleeps on my bed every single night and likes bothering people for pets and walking on them when they're laying down. 😭

This is going to be very long as I have so much to say

Jack-Pot is okayish with tattoos that can be deemed as "cute" or "silly" but it very much depends on the context of the tattoo and why you have it

Also sorry about this but I will be doing into a mini rant as I want to just make note of something as I know some people will ask about this. Yes, even though Jack-Pot is a highly religious man he has tattoos as tattoos are not a sin in the bible anymore

I will try to explain this as quickly as I can in the shortest amount of words but it starts in the Old Testament. In Leviticus it says to not put tattoos on your body but that is in the context of Elijah on Mount Carmel. At Mount Carmel worshippers of Baal were cutting themselves and letting the blood flow as to get Baal's attention and this would leave a permanent mark in the form of scars and a stain. God was just telling his followers to not get a permanent mark like a tattoo as it would associate them with the worshippers of Baal (plus some tattoo methods also drew out blood) and they should be different from that culture

But, now, those followers of Baal are not alive so it would be seen as okay to get a tattoo as you are not mixing yourself up with the followers of Baal. The only way it would probably not be okay is if the tattoo is disrespectful to God or it was a tattoo of a Demon

Like I said before, sorry about the rant but I needed to get that off my chest and if you want to date Jack-Pot get used to it as he will go into mini rants like that as he knows the context and every verse in the Bible. Plus he is the type of autistic that if you ask him a question about something he knows he will talk about it for hours

So Jack-Pot is okay with any tattoos from a religious standpoint but he also has two other things affecting his view of tattoos due to how he was raised. That is that tattoos are only for criminals and that if you have to get one it has to have some greater, deeper meaning

If you have a "silly" or "cute" tattoo either due to the style or what it is but it has a deeper meaning? He is perfectly fine with it. Jack-Pot will ask questions about why you got it and why that particular style or why it looks like that as he prefers to get hyper realistic tattoos with a lot of meaning behind them. It is not his taste but he is fine with it

If you have a "silly" or "cute" tattoo either due to the style or what it is but it does not have a deeper meaning? You will be getting side eyed. He will not directly say anything but the way he says 'Okay love.' hints at something being wrong but he learnt not to say anything after his brother kicked him in the balls after Jack-Pot said something about his brother's meaningless and cute tattoos. He does not see the point of getting something meaningless as that in his opinion is wasted skin especially for something so "silly" looking

Apart from that, you could probably convince him to get a cute tattoo if he loved you enough. It would probably have to be a matching tattoo that you both have to have the meaningfulness he wants but he would be fine if you asked him to get a matching set of teddy bears together. Also when he is a dad finally he would get tattoos of puppies that would follow behind the dog tattoo he already has

Here is a fun fact; originally I planned for him to have a cute, dumb hedgehog tattoo as to prove how much he loves someone but I could not choose on where to put it (that also reminds me that I need to add how he has stigmata on his hands and feet as I forgot to mention it in his bio and he has a whole backstory on why he got them in the first place)

Cats? He loves them! He grew up with a tabby cat called Rhubarb and a black and white cat called Snowpaw. So from a young age he grew up around cats which gave him a love of them

He loves them so much that he gets Makarov a pet cat in my Rewrite. One day he found a stray cat (I am debating on if it should be a Devon Rex, Lykoi, Sphynx, or another cat breed) that reminded him of Makarov as it had heterochromia, a missing front leg, and it had jet black fur. He picked it up and gave it to Makarov as he thought it was Makarov's birthday when it was not but Makarov kept the cat just because it gave him the stink eye and was not scared of him

That is how Makarov got his pet cat called "Lucifer" as that cat is as evil as its owner but Makarov spoils the thing. In return Makarov got Jack-Pot a ginger Maine Coon which Jack-Pot named "Lilith" to match Lucifer and he loves the cat like his own child. Most of the Konni soldiers have a game where they try and spot the two cats as they are always together somewhere on the base as they like to sit and judge the soldiers before going back to their owners for treats and cuddles

Also, another fun fact is that Jack-Pot has trained Lilith to bite at Milena's ankles and the cat does, because like their owner they do not like Milena. And she can not do shit against the cat as Makarov would kill her as his cat and Jack-Pot's are two peas in a pod that can not be without one another

He would baby your cat and carry it around all the time and he would get a mini bed for the cat to sleep on with their own little mini blanket. He is used to be walked on and being pestered for attention so he can deal with your cat doing that just fine

[justadeadreaper]

I have a pussy but I'm getting him pregnant one day.

BWLDBDKDJWJ

Sorry ur OC has become my latest hyperfixation so you'll see me on your asks a lot.

Does he have any dark kinks? Religious nutjobs are usually known for being actual freaks, so I'm curious now. 👀

That first statement is easier than you think and please send as many asks as you want I honestly do not mind, you could spam me with hundred and I would have a smile

Now onto his kinks which I am just going to list as this man has many and most are dark so I will list them all, mainly ones he wants to be subjugated to. Most either come from his trauma as a way to cope or he has been conditioned to like them or they come from years of Catholic guilt and repressed sexuality so be warned and if you can get triggered over things do not read:

CNC (Consensual None Consent)

Degradation

Knife play

Gun play

Humiliation

Praise

Rope play and bondage

Breathe play

Pet play (he has a fondness for collars and being called a good boy)

Breeding

Dumbification

Punishments (e.g. spanking, orgasm refusal)

Impact play

Marking

Submission and domination

Sense play

A very big oral fixation which is linked to his need to please

Begging

There are probably more that I have forgotten about so if I remember them I will add them on later

He also has a list of big no-nos which will make him shut off almost immediately:

Intoxication

Drugs

Feminisation (he does not mind wearing lingerie or being called babygirl/mama/princess but that is the limit)

But in all honesty he is fine with vanilla sex where you can be all love dovey. Just make sure to give him aftercare once you are finished with him if you do kinky things

[justadeadreaper]

OZZIE OZZIE OZZIE.

Does Jack-Pot enjoy affection? We know he's an extremely large and brutal man, but I'm wondering how he'd act when it comes to affection from someone he likes since he's also a hopeless romantic. 👀

Jack-Pot honestly in general loves affection and tends to be touchy. Most Konni soldiers realised this long ago when he was always patting them on the head or back for a job well done or when they saw him hugging Infrared as the two are the best of friends

The only issue when it comes to him and affection is that he is good at giving it but not so well at receiving it. Growing up affection was given freely until a certain age (when he moved back to his parents) where it became a reward for good behaviour but then when he ran away it became forced and more similar to a punishment. So he struggles to accept affection from most others except from his elder siblings and their children, Infrared, and Makarov as he is more comfortable around them but for others he always thinks it has some ulterior motive when they give it him so easily

It is a bit of a joke in Konni that he will chase a pat from Makarov like a dog chases a bone but to him it is the only form of reassurance that he is doing a good job, plus there are some other issues that contribute to this such as his loyalty to Makarov due to him seeing Makarov as his "saviour" and other reasons...

But, if someone he likes romantically were to give him affection in the form of praise or something as simple as a hug or a kiss he would simply melt. He craves affection as due to some differences between him and his siblings means he has not seen them for a long time or received affection for years. When he is given affection and he likes you he would simply become putty in your hands and will do anything you ask of him

Be warned. He will get addicted to and possessive of the affection very quickly, and he does not care about getting manipulative to receive it or doing God awful actions. Offer him a kiss in exchange for the head of someone you dislike and you will receive their head on your doorstep the next day

His older brother had taught him one "good" thing in life, you do anything you can for the one they love and you become attached to them like nothing else could matter when they show love back

Jack-Pot loves affection and will do anything to receive the euphoric feeling of it...

[justadeadreaper]

// OPERATOR-BIO: JACK-POT //

Man’s best friend, a creature that will be most loyal to its master, a dog, the word befitting of Makarov’s bodyguard. The only member of Konni or the Inner Circle that could be described as more loyal than Andrei to Makarov and his cause, a man who would do anything to see it come to life. No matter what was thrown at him, he always came back; no bullet or grenade could keep him down or dead for long as he would just get up again and fight once more; it is no surprise that he earned Makarov’s favour. A giant that uses his strength for the wrong cause. A man who sees what he does as a mission from God as he aims to build a new world, one that Makarov controls. A man who uses his talent to create technology to wipe out cities to forge a path to his only. A man who became the face of Konni, so at least if he was taken in, Makarov could still concoct what needed to be done. A man who smiles as he beats in the skull of his enemies. Makarov’s jackpot. 

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CALLSIGN: Jack-Pot

ALIASES: Behemoth (by Taskforce 141), Makarov’s (sometimes attack or guard) Mutt (by Makarov, Taskforce 141, and others), Nephelim (by Makarov’s associates), Big Bastard (by Soap)

CITIZENSHIP: Russian

LANGUAGE(S): English, French, Biblical Hebrew, Latin, Russian

FRACTION AFFILIATION: Konni, The Inner Circle, The Ultranationalist Party, Zakhaev's Arms

STATUS: Active

AGE: 29

NAME: [REDACTED] “Remus” Belladonna Matthew [REDACTED]

PLACE OF BIRTH: [REDACTED]

DATE OF BIRTH: 26.06.1995

SEX: [REDACTED] Male; [REDACTED]

BLOOD TYPE: O-

HEIGHT: 7’11”

WEIGHT: 503 to 533 Pounds

BUILD: Stocky, well built

SCARS, TATTOOS, AND MARKINGS: Healed skin grafting covering most of the left side of his body -predominantly on the front of his body even if it goes onto his back- from his face to his torso to his arms to his legs with a few patches dotted around the right side of his body, missing most of his left ear, teeth marks across his right hand, scars across his back that seems to be from something like a belt, a long surgical scar above his heart, surgical scars across his body (more specifically his knees, hips, ankles, and shoulders), scars from knife and bullet wounds across his body, scars across his right arm, a scar across his lower back around his tail bone that looks like something was carved off of his skin, a scar around all of his neck that has a crown of thorns above and below it, a massive snake tattoo that loops around his right leg to his back and chest with the head resting on his chest, a tattoo of a dog on the back calf of his left leg, a tattoo of a kingfisher styled queen chess piece on his right arm, a tattoo of a spider's web over his heart that is made of webbing and flowers (specifically forget-me-nots, bleeding hearts, larkspur, and lavender) with a redback spider resting on it, tattoos of thieves' stars by his collar bones onto his arm, a tattoo of a cathedral on his lower left back to the side of his torso, and a tattoo of the words 'Владимир Анатольевич Родион Макаров' on his V-line

HAIR: Just past his shoulders, extremely curly, ginger but with streaks of grey

EYES: Brown

COMPLEXION: Medium Beige to Medium Tan

RACE: [REDACTED]

NATIONALITY: [REDACTED]

OCCUPATION: Makarov’s bodyguard

[REDACTED] “Remus” Belladonna Matthew [REDACTED] was born to mother, [REDACTED] and father, [REDACTED] of the acclaimed [REDACTED] family of [REDACTED]. 

An unwanted child straight from the womb. [REDACTED] was given to his [REDACTED] at the young age of five with his [REDACTED], just like his [REDACTED] before him, after suffering years of abuse. The reason given was due to the fact of him being a [REDACTED] instead of the “normal” son they wanted. An extreme bond formed between the only three people who he knew to love him as his two [REDACTED] lived under the tyrannically religious rule of their [REDACTED] even if she loved them like her own children even. An unhealthy bond formed with religion from that point acting as more of a reason to live than a lifestyle as it was one of the true comforts they could afford as he grew to develop an unhealthy view of relationships and how to act in them as none of them stopped him.

[REDACTED]. Giving him nearly all the scars that riddle his body and leading him to run away at the age of sixteen.

[REDACTED]. 

That was until he met the acclaimed Vladimir Makarov. A deal was made between the two, in exchange for protection, he would work for the terrorist doing any act that the leader asked of him. [REDACTED].

[REDACTED].

Despite the eccentric, terrifying persona he plays when out in front of the public as he performs another terrorist act for Makarov whether it be blowing up another building or crushing a man's skull, when he is with his men he is known to still be terrifying but also a caring and somewhat goofy leader as neither Andrei or Makarov want to deal with every little complaint that they had.

Every team bonding activity is planned by him as Makarov sees it as a waste of time but he knows that forming strong bonds is extremely useful in the world he has found himself in where it is not uncommon to find themselves being stabbed in the back. He listens and resolves their problems as he earns their trust to seem like a genuine, caring leader, but to him, it is not as genuine as everyone thinks it to be. Yes, he cares about his men but he learnt from his family and from living this life for so long to never be attached and to always gain people’s love for when you need to use it. An optimist on the outside but a true pessimist deep down, but he has learnt to bury those feelings long ago. The only people he has ever shown his genuine true side to, the caring, soft, but funny side is what is left of his family and his best friend Infrared who knows to look past the terrifying act he puts on.

The only other notable thing that most Konni soldiers have learnt about their unofficial leader is his morals, hatred of Milena, and undying loyalty to Makarov. They have watched how he rapidly goes to defend Makarov and kill any man who has been disloyal before running off to check on their Komandir; it is why they all believe that Makarov trusts him the most out of all as he knows that Jack-Pot will be loyal to his death like Makarov is holding something against him even after all the years that Jack-Pot has so effectively served him. They have watched his side eyes and scoffs whenever Milena talks or tries to command someone and how he so easily argues with her to the point of having a game with Infrared where they throw stuff (mainly slippers or flipflops) at Milena whenever she walks by, but in the end he has to let her do what she wants as she is his Komandir’s wife -even if she is the only one who can not see that Makarov only married her for her money and not because he loved her- and he hates to disappoint Makarov as it physical pains him.

What he has left of morals has been crafted by his faith and upbringing. They all know that he will refuse to do certain things as it is against his teachings and he has rules for his soldiers based on his own beliefs whether it be to not desecrate a corpse but instead give them a proper burial or to turn the other cheek unless it is so disagreeable that violence is needed. Most do not mind as he does not force them to participate in his religion with him but they have grown to understand that he will not break his morals unless Makarov calls for it; they all know he feels enough Catholic guilt for other things and do not want to make it worse.

-One item of clothing you will never see him without is his rosary; it is normally tucked beneath his shirt so that it will be pulled on whenever he is in a fight but when casually around base he tends to have it out on display. The rosary has been in his family for countless generations, which can be seen by how the gold and ivory have gone dull but to him, it is one of the most important items in his life that once when a recruit had made the foolish decision to steal it he had beaten their brain in with his fists before putting the rosary back around his neck. It was a warning to others who were forced to witness the twitching body of their fallen comrade as he lived through his final moments while Jack-Pot walked off to pray.

-Unlike what his size would make you believe, he is incredibly smart. He is known to even give Makarov advice when his Kommandir is concocting their next plan, but his intelligence is most clear when he relaxes in his workshop surrounded by his inventions. A savant when it comes to anything mechanical. Makarov paid for his robotics, engineering, and mechanics degrees when he saw the potential that Jack-Pot exhibited when he was able to fix up a getaway car in a matter of no time. Makarov still pays for any degree Jack-Pot requests to do that relates to machinery as it only means they will have access to more complex machinery; it also means that it keeps the giant busy even if it seems like he gets through them in no time. Nearly everything mechanical on the base is made by Jack-Pot, from the security cameras (which he watches and treats like they are a live-action soap opera) to the air conditioning and heating systems that make the base just a little less unbearable. His skills are that trusted that he was even allowed to make the robotic prosthetic for Makarov and control the device that lets the arms do certain actions.

-He has a love of orchestral music, that any song he likes he will try to find an orchestral version of it, but if he can not find an orchestral version, he will normally settle for an instrumental version. He can not explain why he does not like the vocals of a song; he just shrugs and says that he has been like it since he was a child; the only exceptions to this rule were his older brother and grandmother, whose singing he adored but they normally sung hymns and nothing more. Despite his lack of love for hearing people sing, he is a talented singer even if he does not sing often; the only few times people have heard him sing is when he thinks he is alone or when he is dragged into singing by a drunk Makarov when Konni are celebrating another victory. His musical abilities are not just restricted to singing but also are extended to the piano as he is a very talented player who can play any song he wishes too after enough practice. Although, he loves Bruno Mars. It seems to be one of the only musicians he can listen to sing and there is a joke that if you catch Jack-Pot in the middle of the night raiding the Konni fridges that you will be hearing him sing one of Bruno Mars’ songs or another guilty pleasure song on his playlist.

-Despite his size, he is impressively fast and flexible. It is common to see him do stretches before all of his workouts as he tries his best to keep his flexibility from when he was much younger and smaller. When he was a child to a teenager he used to do ballet and still knows how to do some of the routines from when he was younger as it was always something he enjoyed as it first got him into fitness. He also trains his speed as he does not want to be slowed down by his size as he has learnt from prior instances and Makarov that a few seconds can be a matter of life or death.

-Although he hates to admit it, he is quite deaf and blind with his left eye and left ear suffering the most. He wears an “earpiece” in his left ear which is actually a cochlear implant that Makarov had paid for him to have which allows for him to make use of what is left of his left ear. When he takes the outer piece off he becomes deaf to the world in his left ear with his right ear being only a bit better that most at Konni know to either use sign language or shout loud enough for him to hear. Meanwhile, his left eye is his biggest blind spot due to not bein able to see through most of it and the bits he can see being blurry; when reading or building another invention he wears glasses so the blurriness does not stop him from doing what he loves.

-If you were to look up the definition of a hopeless romantic you would see his face as the first thing that pops up. Due to his religious upbringing and the only books he had as a child being passed down fairytales where the prince and princess get their happy ending it gave him a distorted view of love where he wants the happy little family of a partner and children where he gets to adore his partner endlessly and they adore him just as much. This has also led him to be quite... obsessive when he falls in love to the point of doing anything for the person he adores as they become his drug as he always chases the happy pipe dream he was sold.

-No one has ever heard his real accent. It has been noted by soldiers higher in Makarov’s favour and rankings that he has one “real” accent when talking to Makarov but two other accents when speaking to his main “assosiate”. When speaking to Konni soldiers or any other member of the public he puts on a Russian accent but the people who have heard his other accents have described them to either be British or American. The few brave souls that have brought it up to Makarov due to their concerns have either mysteriously disappeared, been sent on suicide missions, or were left terrified that they never wanted to speak about it again.

-Apart from the professional trainers Makarov brings in, Jack-Pot also helps to train the dobermans. While the professionals train them to attack the enemies with no remourse, Jack-Pot trains them to be loving dogs towards him, Makarov, and other Konni soldiers that are not deemed as traitors. The dobermans are like his babies as he has given each one a name for when they are with him apart from ‘Attack Dog Number 7’ and has beds for them in his office and in the blank space that he calls a bedroom.

-His love of animals is not only reserved for the dobermans that Konni have on base and conventional pets but it expands to unconventional pets as well, particularly snakes. Connected to his workshop is a room reserved just for his pet snakes where he has made extremely large vivariums with his own hands for them to live in. He has dozens of different types of snakes from none venomous to extremely venomous that Makarov has let him collect over the years. He uses the venom of his snakes on people that they are torturing for information; diluting the mixture as much as he can so that it hurts but does not kill the person. He also has the horrendous habit to put the less venomous snakes into Milena’s room so they can have some exploration time even if he knows Milena is terrified of snakes as he despises the woman. But, on a more “wholesome” note, he likes to wear the none venomous and more friendly snakes around his neck like a scarf when walking around base on a sunday doing chores as the only one who does not have to work; especially his absolute favourite Big Bertie a Burmese python that Makarov gifted him for his birthday one year to keep the giant company.

-Due to his size and needing to eat tons upon tons of calories he has learnt to be an amazing cook if you have a spice tolerance like his. As he needs a lot of protein and carbs to keep up his physique he has learnt how to butcher all kinds of meats and cook them in all different kinds of ways so he is able to get everything he needs without getting bored of his meals. He is best at grilling the meats on a grill or frying them but tends to stick to the later as it is easier to make bigger batches that way when he wants to share with other Konni soldiers who are fed up of the base’s food or do not want to be poisoned by Milena’s slop. He even knows vegan meals with high amounts of protein and other nutrients so he can have it on a friday but these meals tend to be more relaxed and cheat meals as he loves to fry the mushrooms he uses as a replacement for chickens.

-Anyone who wants to get on his good side or bond with him knows that the best thing to do is not give him some form of alcohol like every other soldier on that base but to instead sit down with him to watch whatever shitty soap drama he has found. He absolutely adores watching them no matter which country it comes from or how shitty it is as long as it is dramatic and has the craziest of twists in the love category. His most notable favourites are some telenovelas he saw when he had been dragged along to Mexico to talk to a cartel leader to ask to make an alliance with her or some old ones he found on VHS in Makarov’s mother’s face after he stayed to help her clean up after fixing her severely outdated freezer and improving it.

-Like anyone of his size he is constantly warm which has caused him to much prefer cold environments to hot ones. He has no issue walking around base in a compression shirt and sweatpants or even going into the snow with just those clothes on to go fetch something that blew away while others at Konni have to go outside in at least three layers to walk through the Antarctic weathers of the land of the barren, snowy part of Russia where the base presides. If you are ever cold he would give you his jacket as he is always “too warm” in his own opinion and he does not mind it when others stay closer to him to keep warm from the heat he radiates. However, even if he tans impecicably and can stand the heat he still hates it. Yes, he can last in the heat without complaining outwardly but it makes him feel uncomfortable and makes his headaches worse as he is already naturally warm but if you bet him that he could not stay out in the Sun then he is staying out there tanning to just prove you wrong even if he needs to take enough paracetamol to euthanise a horse to deal with his headache.

‘С нами Бог.’

‘I know a few cannibals we could send them too. My main associate hasn’t tried gangster flesh yet, I think. Why are you all looking at me like that?’

'Time walks in hands with the Devil as they eat all of God's children, there is no changing fate unless you want to disregard God's plans, we’ll all die in the end whether we agree to it or not. It's why we make the most with the time we have; we make the biggest impact. We let our legacy dictate how this Earth will turn out even if it means we will have thousands of corpses laying that path.'

'A dog that has only known beatings for its whole life will only know to bite. Any man that comes near will be bitten. It knows it can only fight to survive. Its maw is its weapon; it's what it knows it needs to survive. But, to muzzle it will cause it to whimper in fear.'

'Showing a beaten dog some kindness will change its life. A loving hand compared to an abusive hand that feeds seems like Heaven. It will become loyal to that hand even if it becomes abusive as that was the only thing they knew to be kind.'

'Any man that is kind enough can create a deadly weapon. His dog will be loyal to the core. It will attack anything that tries to hurt the man. Using the maw for fighting to now protect. It will give its life for its new master even if it means they will never run free again.'

‘Breathe... breathe... just breathe and calm your arse down. We’re out of it now, we aren’t going back to it. Nothing will drag us back.’

‘Did the dingo set you up for this? Sorry love but I’m not a big fan of azaleas, more of a lavender man myself.’

'You missed? Again?! Next time I'll crush your skull to use the fragments for bullets!’

‘Nice arm you have here. Pretty tattoos as well. I’m sure you don’t mind me taking this back for my Komandir.’

‘If I hear that those Brits and Scots have blown up another one of my gardens I will personally go to their base and blow up everything!’

'You think a little bullet will hurt me? Hehe, Komandir's put me through worse.' 'I’m going to go pray. I need you all to stay here for two minutes while I ask God to give me patience since if he gives me any more strength, I’m going to kill all of you.'

'Why should I pay a few thousand rubles for this crap?! I can go home and by next week I'll have it done and I'll have only paid a few hundred max. ...robbing bastards.' 'Shhhh, I need you to quieten down. Komandir is cold. He needs the world to burn to stay warm and fat burns so easily.'

'Make me a promise, okay? If you have to lay me to rest before they put us both in our final places, remember, if you bother to give me a headstone, plant an apple tree behind it and lavender around it. I want to know that when you miss me that you'll visit and I can still provide you with help to sleep and I'll still be able to feed you. I'll always l...care for you even when I'm in Hell.'

Normal; Due to being one of the highest-ranking soldiers at Konni he wears an identical uniform to Andrei except for the fact that everything in the uniform from the groin protector to the compression shirt to the vest has been tailored to accommodate his gigantic size. The biggest difference between the two uniforms can be seen with the mask that Jack-Pot wears and the small additions that have been added. He wears a choker around his neck that holds his microphone with additional patches across his uniform apart from the Konni patch to display his rank. Meanwhile, his mask is based on the skull of a wolf as it lays on his face in two pieces, the lower jaw bone that moves with his own jaw and the upper piece, which takes more liberty in its design but looks like the face of a wolf, that is attached separately so that it can stay in place which allows him to still use his teeth when attacking enemies in close combat.

Casual; Based on what he wears when he is on base and not working as he prefers to wear something simple and comfortable which just so happens to be a very basic pair of grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt that he had Konni’s tailors personally make or he would be forced to go around naked.

Medusa; Based on its namesake, with this skin, he wears a white floor-length chiton that goes over the left shoulder and leaves the top right side of his torso exposed to show off the head of the snake tattoo as it curls around his body. Between the curls of hair now lay king cobras with some curling around his neck that will spit venom at anyone he commands as the scales on the snakes match the scales that now lay in place of the skin graft. While around his ankles and wrists are now golden chains that lead to somewhere...

Seraphim; Based on his deep ties to his religion in this skin he is the biblically accurate depiction of an Angel, specifically a Seraphim. He is dressed in a mixture of both white and red robes similar to the chiton he wears in the Medusa skin with golden chains coming from both his wrists and from under the robe. He has six pairs of wings, one main pair with a smaller pair above and below it -the top pair can be used to hide his face- as golden eyes cover the wings and cover parts of his body. His hair is replaced by flames as his tattoos are now made of golden while he cries golden tears.

The Bear; Based on his more feral side in this skin all he wears is a pair of bloodied combat trousers with no shirt at all as to show off his pecs and the tattoos and scars that riddle his chest as it is also covered in blood. Replacing his wolf mask is instead a bear skin with the paws attached to his arms with the rest of the pelt trailing down his back and the bear’s head on top of his own head which obscures his eyes.

The General; Based on what I imagine him to look like in an AU where he is a General for Zakhaev and much older, his hair is filled with more greys with more wrinkles across his face as he wears a traditional General’s uniform -the hat, jacket, shirt, and trousers- in black paired with black leather gloves and a black cloak with a gold chain and clasps that keep it on his shoulders and a gun holster on his belt.

The King; To be paired with a Makarov skin I have thought of that suits him, this skin is based on the king piece in chess. With this skin, he is decorated in ornate golden armour that is decorated with jewels and engravings and a crown upon his head as the armour is fashioned to resemble the king chess piece.

Purple Nymph; Based on the Nymphs of Greek mythology he is completely naked but sexless in this skin as his tattoos are now different shades of purple with his hair now being made up of the hyacinths and lavender that also bloom out of his skin and petals spill out from between his lips.

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Something I just need to say

Hi, I am sorry for just randomly disappearing for a while. I would just like to say that I am very sorry about that since I was sick and not the best both mentally and physically, as a lot of shit happened in my life, which made my motivation to write just diminish. Hopefully, I am back now for a while but I will have to go again for a few weeks when I have some exams but after that I will be free to write as much as I want

Now I want to say something that will give context to what I will be posting next. I will be posting a few posts, one tonight and one tomorrow, about two COD OCs of mine, and I will hopefully release one every week or two for my other COD OCs. In the post you will learn a few things about them as I based it on @yawnderu 's post for her OCs and the bios the characters have across the different games. It will first be basic facts about them, then their backstory, then their personality, then some trivia, then some voice lines as to get the vibe of the character and these voice lines are things they would say in the game (campaign or multiplayer) and in fics, and then some skins they would have in multiplayer. You will see that a lot of things are redacted, like whole parts of the backstory, which is because I have already written them out, but will be adding them later when those parts have been revealed in a fic as I do not want it to be spoiled. And for some context, if anything in their bio seems confusing or does not align with the canon of MW, it is because those are features that are from the Rewrite which they are from and not based on canon

I am doing this because it will give a lot of context to my fics. I have some AUs for these OCs that I want to publish fics for (e.g. a Demon!Makarov AU or a Monster!AU or an Omegaverse!AU). But the main reason I am uploading them is because they are important parts of a COD Rewrite AU I have, as they are the reason some events happen

Just for some context, I fucking despise MWIII, and I do not really like the Reboot of MW as it misses a lot of beats that I loved in the original MW, and it has a lot of wasted potential; plus, the timeline is a fucking disaster. So, I decided to, instead of bitching about it and doing nothing to instead make my own Rewrite where I do the things I would have chosen to do instead of what they did, which mixes elements of both the Original and Reboot with features from the comics and Warzone. In this Rewrite, there will be many changes, and it will have a lot more focus on characters and how they act with each other, but there will also be action as I have a lot of thoughts and ideas. Some of the biggest changes I have made apart from adding new characters (such as a pair of hackers for Taskforce 141, a bodyguard for Makarov, and some fucked up doctors/scientists) are adding new groups such as the Lambs of Eden and Фонд Сириус, changing many things about KorTac and their creation as I wanted to give them more importance as an explanation as to why Makarov and Zakhaev's Arms would work with them since now KorTac is mainly a PMC that employs criminals with their highest ranks decided on how big of a criminal you are, changing the timeline of certain events, and changing certain characteristics of some characters. It has had a lot of thought put into it, and in the next few months, I will start uploading the fics once I am happy with the final drafts

Sorry about my rant and I am sorry if it does not make sense, I hope you are all well and if you have any questions about anything just ask as I try to finish some requests

[justadeadreaper]

it’s a mistake to allow me to send in my own headcanons for omegaverse🤣

I’ve already started sending in a bunch for the author that recommended you to me, though I tend to gravitate towards beta headcanons because I like giving them ✨flavor✨

~🧋

Luckily for you I have a lot of headcanons and love for Betas

I tend to prefer the very detailed A/B/O version of the second genders where there is 16 second genders. I also adore giving Betas flavour as I feel like they are under appreciated and I tend to view the second genders acting like animals biology so I use it to give them unique traits

So please! Send in your Beta headcanons as I will love them and I can share my own as I have so many thoughts about them

[justadeadreaper]

I have been sent here by another author and I have never been happier to see omegaverse stuff

~🧋

You honestly do not understand how much I love Omegaverse, 🧋. Me and a certain someone (you know who you are but luckily I will not tag you) talk about Omegaverse COD a lot to the point we have our own little AU of them and joke about Omega! Makarov and his breeding kink

Luckily for you and others I will be posting more Omegaverse content as I just love it

At the moment I have got three asks which I am trying to finish as I have been sick and finally have the time to finish them. The first is about Alpha!Reader finding out about Omega!Makarov being pregnant and how excited he is. The second is about Omega!Makarov and his breeding kink with all the insane shit it makes him do. And the third was an ask about Omega!Makarov using his pheromones to keep his Alpha going and I hope the asker is okay with me writing about Omega!Makarov and an Alpha!OC of mine because I read it and immediately thought about something for the two of them especially because I love an overstimulated and submissive Alpha

I am also writing something to celebrate having a 100 followers even if it is a bit late, alongside a very big and long project. It is a post that will have an Omegaverse headcanon for many, many COD characters 

I will be honest when I say you can spam my inbox with anything -especially Omegaverse asks or headcanons because they fuel my day-

It can be general things, like just chatting or asking random things or asking about my AUs or characters in different scenarios, or (my absolute favourite thing) sending in things relating to the Omegaverse. Specific ideas for specific characters and what they would be like in the Omegaverse or just ideas for the Omegaverse as I have so many ideas for it and how it can work

I will write about virtually any character in COD but I prefer MW and the operators from the multiplayer as I know about them more. Old or the Reboot, it does not really matter to me. Although, I do have a preference for Makarov (which is quite obvious), König (again very obvious), Price, Nikto, Nikolai, Captain MacMillan, Captain MacTavish, and Andrei which I know is basic but I have a type 

This is because of a certain someone specifically but I will also write for characters who are not in the COD but have been played by an actor in COD. It will be as if that character is in COD and related to different COD characters. You may have seen others do this but examples are Joe Graves from Six, Sergei from Berlin Station, Xavier from NCIS, etc. 

Also, I have some COD OCs (15 to be precise for the moment, but it also can technically be counting as 16 due to one certain thing) that I do not mind writing about especially for Omegaverse as I have too many ideas. But, like for the above, I will only write about them or answer questions if specifically asked 

All I need is for anyone sending in an ask to be very specific as I am quite dense due to being Autistic and I may not get it or misunderstand if it is not directly said what is wanted, I apologise for that. Just send asks in so I know what people want

Oh! And if you want to be an emoji anon just send in the emoji and I will make a list and tag for you

I hope you have a good day and are feeling well!

[justadeadreaper]

Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day! I will be posting the first part of my Valentine's Day fic now, and later, I will edit it so that it has the rest of the fic later as I just need to go through it and update the grammar, so please ignore this until this message has been deleted. I just want to upload some now as it is a Valentine's Day fic and today is Valentine's Day.

This is a fic between König (called Konrad in the fic as his name changes depending on if he is at work or at home as he puts on a different persona for work) and an OC called Aster. This is part of my series for my Rewrite AU, where I rewrite COD as I do not like MWIII and have so many ideas for the series.

A love-drunk smile had taken over his face as he placed the last of the boxes on the mat that was nestled in front of the door. Konrad gently closed the door behind him as he pushed his keys through the hole to lock it once more. He was happy with himself, and his smile only grew as he heard a meow from behind him as little paws tapped against the hardwood floor in his direction.

He turned around to see the little cat that was meowing at him for its normal welcome home scratches.

“Hallo, kleine. Have you been looking after everything while I’ve been gone?” Konrad asked as he knelt down to meet the cat at their level so he could give them the attention they pestered for.

“Now you need to be quiet for vati. I have a surprise that I do not need you setting off. Think you can do it Blitz?” he asked the cat as if it was a child that needed to keep a secret.

The cat only meowed in return; a satisfied huff left his lips.

“Liebling, I’m back.” Konrad called out as he stood back up.

No response. Odd, but maybe they could not hear him.

“Mein Stein?” Konrad called out again as his paranoia started to spike.

Still nothing.

“Hallo?” He continued to call out as he rushed down the hallway to the lounge.

Once he got to their lounge, he could not see a thing. It was like the whole place had been shrouded by darkness compared to their hallway, which had been lit as usual.

“Aster? Is everything okay?” Konrad asked as he walked around the living room to the light switch but to also try and find him as his worry continued to grow.

“Liebling, where are you?!” he shouted as his worry jumped to the next level, thinking that something horrid had happened while he was gone; he had made a lot of enemies after all.

“Konrad! I am here, do not worry.” A voice called out as he heard them walk out of the doorway of the dimly lit kitchen.

“Well, why are all the lights off then? And why didn’t you answer?” Konrad grumbled, his worry slowly disappearing to be replaced by annoyance and anger.

“Stop! I am sorry! I was busy doing something, and I was playing music through them, so I did not switch it off and hear you until Snow knocked me! Just do not turn them on!” Aster shrieked as even in the dark he could see that his boyfriend was going to turn on the light.

“Liebling, why wouldn’t I? I can barely see in front of my nose; it’s that dark in here.” Konrad shook his head as he flicked the light on to illuminate the room.

As soon as the light hit his boyfriend he understood why Aster had said to keep the lights off. The shorter man stood a few feet in front of him; his black but greyed hair was tied into a makeshift bun as loose, curly strands sprung loose. Konrad saw the bloodied apron -the only assumption he could make as the poor apron was covered in a red liquid- that covered the front of Aster’s body to hide the ill-fitting clothes of Konrad’s that he wore beneath it.

“I am so sorry.” He apologised as he turned around to stare at the wall instead of at him. “I’m looking away, I promise.” “It is why I told you to not turn the lights on,” Aster sighed.

Aster rushed to one of the cabinets they had in the lounge to store documents and supplies that also displayed the pictures and figurines of different anime characters on top. Konrad heard the rustling as Aster looked underneath the stacks of documents before he moved to the cleaning supplies that he removed and put back in with a thud. Then there was a collection of bangs as doors and drawers were searched, accompanied by some more rustling.

“I can not find one!” Aster screeched as he continued with his search.

“Have you checked the top right drawer?” Konrad proposed the idea of checking it.

“Yes, of course I have!” Aster snapped like he had been called idiotic.

“If you need me to I’ll go to the bedroom and grab one.” Konrad offered as he turned the balls of his foot in the direction of the stairs.

“No! I do not need you running after me because I am an idiot and forgot where I put my own veils,” Aster shook his head, his words between a sigh and a grumble.

“Don’t degrade yourself for a slip-up. And are you sure you checked the draw properly? There should be two under my journal,” Konrad responded, as he had been sure that he had put some in the cabinet in case there were ever any surprise guests.

He heard no response in return as he heard the drawer be opened once more. More rustling. Then some grumbles he could not understand that were followed by the drawer shutting again.

“Found it?” Konrad asked to confirm before he counted down for when he could turn around.

“Yes,” Aster muttered, “Thank you”

“See, I told you! You shouldn’t worry about this. I always have one around here somewhere for you. I probably have enough of them to veil a whole church,” Konrad shook his head as he sighed to himself.

Konrad listened as he watched the wall. He heard as the fabric rustled before pins clipped it into place, but he dared not to turn around just yet. He waited as he knew that it took time to make sure everything was in place.

“Aster?” Konrad asked after a minute.

“Yes?” Aster replied, his voice tinted with worry as he knew what was going to be asked.

“Why are you covered in blood?” Konrad asked as he tried not to sound too judgemental or curious.

“Just listen-”

“If you need me to hide a body, you could have just said. I don’t need you pulling your back out again because you don’t want to bother me,” Konrad cut Aster off before the shorter man got to explain.

“No, it is not a dead body,” Aster replied with a huff, as that was Konrad’s first thought, “Why is your first thought me killing someone?”

“It’s you,” Konrad replied

“Eh- Fair enough,” Aster agreed as he knew there was no arguing with that statement.

“You once told those stupid village hormone goblins that if they tried to steal our fruits again, you’d turn them into soap bars that you’d sell to their mothers. I’ve seen what you do to people on the field. I wouldn’t be surprised if you caught them stealing today and went along with your promise,” Konrad went on to drive his point in.

“I was frustrated since they took my perfectly good tomatoes. They were for my jambalaya! What were those brats going to use them for?! Throw them at Mrs. Dobler because they think that the old crone is a witch?!” Aster rolled his eyes as he squawked on.

“Why are you covered in blood then?” Konrad sighed as he was still curious as to where the blood was from.

“It does not matter,” Aster dismissed him.

“And where are the boys? Aeolus has normally come running to me by now, don’t tell me that it’s their blood,” Konrad groaned; he was ready to kill Aster if anything had happened to the boys; he had grown quite attached after all.

“No. I know I am horrid, but I am not that bad. This is just some tomato juice and blood from some meat. The three of them are at the Wieser’s home for the night,” Aster replied; he was offended that Konrad thought so lowly of him even if he knew that the thoughts were justified.

“Why?” Konrad asked.

“I thought you wore glasses so you could see?” Aster looked him up and down as he knew Konrad was wearing them.

He growled, to which Aster only sighed; he had hurt the giant’s feelings.

“Take a look around. Unless a sudden tumour has formed in your brain, which has caused your ability to see to vanish, I think you can see what is going on,” Aster groaned as he pinched the sides of his nose.