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My name Jock I crank my hog I’m t4t married and I’m the first ever volcel omega

You can call me Jock or SJ and I use any pronouns/gendered language. My spouse uses coul/ro clown neopronouns.

I’m anti genAI and anti censorship and I block for being a minor/being a shithead/pissing me off

I have no plans to tag any CWs but I do tag xReader

Here’s a little bit more about the sort of motherfucker I am and always have been

A small prompt I was given ages ago by the lovely @soapsjockstrap "Your next writing assignment - König who wants to try fucking standing so so bad but physically cannot remain upright if he’s all the way hard." Konig x F!Reader || 1.3k CW: P in V, Too Hard Can't Think

You'd caught wind of the rumors before - locker room talk, mostly, the kind that gets passed around like a bad hand of cards. Some of it was envy dressed up as a joke: that the reason König never left base was to keep the women from losing their minds entirely. You'd laughed it all off, of course; besides, massive cocks were only in booktok books and hentai. At least that's what you thought.

"I'm not made of glass," you told him, but his eyes darted like you were, and when the first attempt left you gasping and flinching, he went into a full retreat, hands in the air. "Too much?" he'd said, and it was, though you'd die before saying so. Your body had never felt so traitorous, refusing to cooperate with your enthusiasm. So he came up with a solution. "Ach, dummkopf." He facepalms like the answer had been obvious the whole time. "I pick you up and fuck you, ja? Gravity does the work." You'd heard dumber ideas. You weren't sure you'd heard smarter ones. Not that your brain was the organ doing the evaluating. "Right, sounds easy enough. Alright then big guy, up I go." And up you went. He carried you to the wall like it was nothing, like you were nothing, and pinned you there with one arm while the other hand wrapped around himself to line up. He caught your eye and held it. That was the smug part - not a word, not a smirk, just the eye contact, steady and unbothered, while he rolled his hips and dragged himself against you and said something so filthy in such a low voice that you had to remind yourself this was the same man who’d been apologizing to you five minutes ago. "Kleines ding, maybe I will break you, ja? You want that, Mausi? Want to be broken on my fat cock, mm?" There it was - that same ego you'd clocked a dozen times on the field. A man built like that only ever got good at one thing. And then his hips rolled again, and you felt it… the difference, the shift, the thing that made your breath catch and your fingers dig into his shoulder: he wasn't even fully hard before. “K-König wait-” You tried to say something, but his knee dipped and your back dragged against the wall and his eyes snapped up to yours. “Scheiße- not now..” His next thrust buckled his other knee, and he cursed under his breath. "Nein, nein nein nein..!" His hands grasped at you, and he attempted a third time to thrust into you, this time with a little more luck. However, his frustration was evident considering there was no easing and the gravity he'd mentioned surely played no part in his attempt to claim the newfound land between your legs. "Fick, ja, fuck - finally- Maus, es tut mir leid." He apologized, mouthing at your neck, his breath warm and contrite against your skin, while you tried to remember how lungs worked. Breathing as if he wasn't literally impaling you like some homemade porn featuring Vlad the Impaler. You weren't even sure there was enough oxygen in the room for both of you. His hands clamped around your ass hard enough to bruise, his body shearing you up the wall in short, brutal shoves that made something in your brain white out. It should have been ridiculous, almost cartoonish, to be manhandled like this, but instead, here was your reality: you were being absolutely railed by the largest Austrian you'd ever met, and every thrust ratcheted your spine another inch up the plaster.

#YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE #xreader

soilents

Can you draw the Task Force doing training drills? Also, I love how you draw, and your rendering is French kiss

they are serious about bets

usual rounds..

Here you go! 💥💥 and tysm anon 🪱🪱

s0fter-sin

Am curious about psych ward ghoap, what happens if they ever get out? Do they follow each other? Do they lead different lives that connect again??

This has to be one of my fav ghoap AUs and I’m DYING for more, please!

🥺🥺 thank you so much!! i love this au too, it just hits in such a different way. if i’m honest, i don’t really see them getting out? it’s all about how mental health sometimes can’t be healed, that sometimes you can do all the treatment and take all the medication and it still won’t change anything especially if you have doctors that see you as difficult to treat or think you aren’t doing enough to help yourself (totally not my disabled ass projecting 😅)

i think if they ever were released though (likely bc of spacing issues or funding lbr), ghost would need a heavy support system; an externally controlled structure that helps keep him on a schedule to care for himself and survive even if he still is severely depressed. without that guidance, it would be too easy for him to slip back into that apathy and end up just as bad as when he started (sort of like how i wrote him here)

whereas soap needs something that can keep his emotions and impulse control in check and a physical outlet and a way to keep himself grounded in ways other than self harm. socialising is also very difficult bc he can interpret any action as an insult and he can’t stop himself from rising to it

the only way they would ever be able to be released is if they were released together; they’re too codependent otherwise, too attached to each other, and since their regular therapies already don’t work, there’s no way they would be able to be coached into separation or a healthy relationship. if say ghost was released bc there was nothing else they could do for him but soap was forced to stay bc he’s a danger to himself and others, ghost would never get out of bed again and slowly waste away and soap’s anger would consume him to the point of prison time. i don’t think he would kill someone, not intentionally, but with ghost taken away from him, he would absolutely beat someone so badly that it comes close

but that’s where the irony comes in; the specific support they need is exactly what they give each other. soap is happy to help wash, feed and force ghost to work out bc it allows him to have things to do with clear rewards; it’s not as abstract as a garden that may not grow or impersonal as building something he can’t fit in his flat. every action has an immediate effect; he can see ghost is full, can see he is clean, can see his muscles grow. it’s also an effort; on top of working out, hauling a 90+ kilo, over 6 foot man around when he can’t get out of bed isn’t light work and that physical exertion goes far in keeping his emotions in check (so long as nothing happens to ghost; someone giving him a dirty look at his appearance or on days he doesn’t talk is a guaranteed trigger)

and for soap, ghost is the steady presence he needs when he feels out of control and explosive. he’ll get cut off at the grocery store and instead of crawling over the trolley to bash their head in, he’ll take one look at ghost and see how little he gives a shit about it that he can push that anger back down. and if he can’t, then ghost is there to put a hand on his shoulder and redirect his attention to something else. it still does so much for him that if he does explode, it won’t send ghost running; ghost isn’t afraid of him or his anger, knows that even if he’s the subject of his rage it will still blow over and he will never actually hurt him. knowing ghost will always be there, that he won’t lose him the first time he messes up, helps keep him calm, makes him unafraid of his meltdowns so he doesn’t try to suppress them which always just made them worse

is it healthy to hinge all your healing on a single person? hell no. but nothing about them is healthy to begin with and we need to get all the happiness we can out of this world

bringinsexybackk69

BABE DONT HIDE THIS MAGGGICCCCCC

s0fter-sin

i’m so bad at putting stuff in my tags it’s my curse 😫😫 also price being recovered from his agoraphobia (and technically being the mentally healthiest of them all but don’t tell him that) so he knows a few tips and tricks to help gaz and that’s all that’s kept gaz going this far bc he can barely get through the day without feeling like he’s going insane; the constant need to check and reassure and prove, the constant anxiety and images and the weight of feeling like he’s evil incarnate bc of the thoughts in his head, never able to trust himself or his mind or his memory bc what was real and what was an intrusive thought? he doesn’t know anymore and if it wasn’t for price seeing the signs the very few times he ran into him outside the gym, he would’ve topped himself years ago to protect the world from himself

price being that blend of all their disorders but just so happened to get lucky with his combo of meds and therapy and pure spite that he latched onto healing with his teeth and demanded it all to work for him. maybe he also has a type of personality disorder which is how he can relate to soap’s anger as well as ghost’s depression, his agoraphobia stemming more from self-preservation bc while he isn’t as explosive as soap, he knew without a doubt that he was going to end up killing someone some day; it was only a matter of someone catching him on the wrong day and his anger would consume him. he wishes he could say it made him blackout, that it was so all-encompassing that he lost time and it was only when he came back to himself that he realised what he’d done. it’s what he heard time and again in group therapy from the other poor bastards trying not to become murderers

but price is no liar

he always knew what he was doing; was cripplingly aware of every second of the rage taking over and the carnage he left in its wake. there was no firey blank, no sudden realisation; only the knowledge that the blood on his knuckles and the smear left on the pavement has done nothing to ease the cold rage in his heart

his therapist kept him out of prison, suggested he go to the gym (with the strict advice to sink his fists into bags only) and it was eventually her advice that swayed him into buying said gym when it went under. it was threefold; he won’t lose his routine, his “safe space” as much as he fucking hates the term. he won’t have to find a new gym with new trainers and new fighters that never knew when to pick their battles and leave him well enough alone for their own sake. and it also gave him a greater sense of control, of responsibility; he couldn’t just stay in his flat, he had to open the gym and if he didn’t, he would lose money, eventually lose the gym and his flat and then he would have nowhere left to hide anyway so get off your fuckin’ ass, john, and go open the damn doors

soapsjockstrap

Tentatively picking up your Barbies and playing with them

OCD Gaz who speaks in qualifiers and backdoors his way into being quite a good and sensitive personal trainer because of it - “I’m not saying this because of any appearance factors, but you’d genuinely benefit from ___ workout” “You know your body better than I do, but a protein shake would do more for you than a sports drink” “I don’t want to assume, but-“ “This is coming from a place of good intent, so-“ type thing

And following, OCD Gaz who gets a bit rocked by completely unfuckwithable Ghost. He’ll mince over and offer a bit of advice to the huge fuckoff specter at the squat rack and follow it with those obligatory disclaimers only to be met with Ghost’s flat eyes and a ‘talk too much, mate’. With Soap the verbal belly-showing helps him not flare up but Ghost is just fully not interested. Give him the advice and not the self-effacement. And when he does that and the world doesn’t end, Gaz genuinely gets a bit Woah 😶 it Worked

soapsjockstrap

GOD Ghost making Gaz more nervous than ever so he keeps babbling on and gets to the point where he’s just sort of stammering and the big fucker goes “Treat y’self to a full sentence.” and finally makes him flare up with a “Listen, mate, this is meant to be a conversation”

Price across the room is so proud and Soap finally takes an interest cus if he can rev someone up like he gets revved he might entice them into boxing

#trouble is ghost’s a shithead and will take advantage of Gaz’s ‘I made a social blunder and must make it up to the receiver monetarily’#for free vending machine #I say as a guy who used to send people cash whenever I had an intrusive thought about the