Narrator + Tyler Durden Profiles

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Little mealspo

ricecake- 35 cals

mashed rasberrys - 5 cals

strawberry sauce - 20 cals

greek yougrt - 14 cals

Out of Touch

Yes

Tori Amos was really speaking for all of us when she said this

Nine Inch Nails on Request Video (1992)

Black Final Girls 

Breeding König

Warnings: 18+, Riding, Breeding Kink, Consensual Forced Breeding (male receiving), Consensual Dub Con/Non Con, Stomach Bulging/Swelling, Unprotected Sex, Spitting, AFAB Reader, Dirty Talk, Brief Slut Shaming, Sub Konig, Top Reader, etc.

"'M gonna suck you dry, baby," your breath hitched as you rolled your hips against König's, his cock bulging inside you. He could only whine, moaning when you hit a sensitive spot, only for you to abuse it, driving him to the verge of tears. Driving him to an end he'd come to fear.

"And you know what else?" You leaned down and grasped König’s thick neck in your hands, squeezing just the right spot to make his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut. He was completely physically incapable of stopping you, his hands bound together against the bedpost with rope, his voice unusable. You smiled, rocking against him, feeling him twitch inside you.

He was close. And so were you.

König's eye fluttered open, watching you. He wanted to know your secret. Your obscurity.

You bent down, bringing your mouth close to his ear. Your breath scorched the shell, making him shiver, goosebumps rippling across his chest. His laboured breathing was amplified as you drew closer.

"I'm gonna make you a daddy."

His eyes snapped open. He shook his head, growing harsher as your statement sank in, muffled noises barely sneaking past the duct tape you'd slapped across his lips. He began thrashing, trying to disconnect his hips from yours, trying to pull out.

But you didn't let him.

BRO THIS FIC IS SO GOODDDDD

photographers/stylists in the 90s working with trent: ok So we’r gonna get real gay with it

theres something . .

Homecoming | König x m!reader

A pint glass of Red Bull sat on the bedside table as some shitty horror film played on the television, lighting up the room ever so slightly as you relaxed on the bed, waiting for König to come home; he had texted you to tell you when he was on his flight, and again when he was in the taxi home. He always did that; a text when he was in the car, a text before he got on the plane, a text when he was five minutes around the corner. You made sure that the front door was unlocked, that the light in the kitchen was on and everything was ready for him when he got home; König always asked you not to wait up for him if he returned late at night, he didn't want you to lose any sleep, but you always did. You always waited up for him, regardless of how long it took. You always waited, and König did, too; when you were on your way home from the RAF base, you would text him once when you first left, and again when you were just around the corner, always telling him not to wait up for you but knowing that he would anyway.

photo dump pt2

You have been visited by the twocumber. May you receive twofold luck in the coming days

Compilation of Pyro sitting like That™

(Bonus for this one because even though it's slightly different it's still fucking adorable)

Ghost’s origin is crazy he’s like my first oc that I just gave every trauma imaginable to

Of course, König listens to Rammstein. Everyone and their grandma listens to Rammstein.

Nay, König is an absolute metalhead ✨snob✨ and Rammstein is just the peak of the iceberg of his music taste and habits.

He has a jacket with all the patches with concerts he went to, hand-sown and bought at the venues he visited.

Sometimes he does corpse paint under his sniper hood.

As a teen he practiced how to growl in his room while listening to Cannibal Corpse until his parents asked him to at least keep this feral habit to a manageable volume.

This reserved giant goes absolutely berserk under the shower, singing along to Amon Amarth and Arch Enemy.

The first time he broke a bone was in a moshpit at a Bury Tomorrow concert while he was on leave. He is absolutely embarrassed about it.

His taste for the big titty goth girls and pals comes along with a taste for the goth genre.

Renaissance Fairs and medieval metal events are the best for he has an excuse to dress up with something including a hood to cover his face. He is not allowed to do the axe throwing thing at most venues at this point anymore because his throwing skills are legendary.

He sings along to every song of Feuerschwanz in the car and his pre-battle-hype-up-playlist is exclusively Parkway Drive.

Sometimes he planes jobs around concerts he would like to see.

And of course he has a collection of band shirts which his S/O is only allowed to share once they dated for a while.

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