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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEXT E!K,

WHAT IF THE READER STARTS OPENING UP TO HIM (maybe she has daddy issues or something), AND WHILE SHES OPENING UP THEYRE AT A RESTAURANT AND THEY RUN INTO A!D (her ex) AND HE STARTS A CONVERSATION W THEM AND KARL GETS A LITTLE POSSESSIVE AND JEALOUS, AND KARL STARTS TO REALIZE THAT HE KNEW DREAM THE WHOLE TIME, AND WHEN THEY GET HOME HE TRYS TO PROVE TO HER THAT HE’S BETTER THAN HIM AND SAYS THINGS LIKE “I bet he could never make you feel this good” WHILE HES RAILING HER OR SOMETHING IDKKKK AHSISJSJ

also sorry for saying “and” so much😭

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! I changed it up a smidge and I hope that's okay but I'm more well versed in mommy issues and um

edit by 🐿 anon <3 [he looks so good IM SOBBING]

𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙄𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏. | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ cw: mommy issues, smut (18+), angst, alt!dream just vibing, language, mentions of verbal abuse, biting, possessiveness, fluff, smoking weed, L-word moment, mentions of masturbation

∘ wc: ~4.3k

∘ Chances Are masterlist | playlist (add your music :))

You leaned back against the seat cushion, closing your eyes slightly as smoke drifted from your mouth in elegant spindles. You attempted to calm your nerves as Karl’s fingers drew soft shapes on the inside of your thigh to relax you. You passed the blunt to him, angrier than anything at what had transpired an hour prior to your escape to the grocery store parking lot in your hometown.

Your heart pounded in your ears as your grip tightened around the bouquet resting in your arms, Karl’s eyes drifting from the red front door to your face. He seemed to notice your worry, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your temple; a quiet reassurance that no matter what, he would be on your side.

Because of how swimmingly things had gone with his parents, it seemed only fair that Karl would meet your own. But you had agreed reluctantly after remembering how horribly your mother had chewed you out the last time you had been home. You held your chin up despite this, prepping him for what he would come across in the hell house where Satan herself resided.

The door clicked open with excitement, your mother’s beaming teeth flashing at the two of you as she instantly cooed over Karl, pinching his cheeks and fawning over his hair. He blushed slightly, making her gussy up to him even more. Your blood boiled at the façade she was using to win him over. As she pulled him against her in a tight hug, he flashed you a furrowed look as if to ask about the severity of the situation. How could you not have predicted this happening?

She roped him into the house, giving you a once over with a tight-lipped smile before looping her arm around your boyfriend’s. Before you knew it, the two of you were stuffed into seats across the table from your brother and the childhood sweetheart he had recently married; her stomach plump and almost distracting with her pregnancy.

Your mother rattled on about how nervous she was to meet Karl, emphasizing how he was the first guy you had brought home since Clay---who wasn’t really a surprise or someone with the formality they “had the privilege” of hosting because of his family’s standing with your own. Karl chuckled nervously as she touched his arm and then it dawned on you.

Your mother was flirting with him.

She took her place at the end of the table to Karl’s right, resting her chin in her hand. “So, Karl,” she began, his name rolling off her tongue almost seductively. “I hear you’re in a frat. KA, right?”

His eyes darted to you nervously, seemingly feeling the heat rolling off your shoulders. He nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m a legacy so it’s not really anything too exciting-“

She cut him off with an over-exaggerated gasp. “Don’t downplay that! Being a legacy is incredibly formidable!” She leaned to the side to take a sip of her wine, letting the liquid roll around in her glass as she thought of ways to insert her on story adjacent to his. “Your little darling would have been a legacy,” she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “If she had any initiative,” she quipped, laughing as if she wasn’t genuine. Your brother’s mate tittered alongside her.

Karl scoffed. “Not only does she have initiative, but she’s smart too. Greek life is a waste of money and resources,” he countered, calming looking your mother in the eye. Her head tilted. “If I could drop it without being scraped of my family name, I would.”

Her eye twitched. “But surely money is no object to you and your family?”

“Mom,” you bit, furrowing your brows as if to question her sanity as Karl let out a dry chuckle. She looked at you with a sarcastic expression.

Her lips were tinted with a deep purple. “I’m so sorry. It’s the wine. Tell him how loopy I get with the wine, honey,” she backtracked, motioning for you. You rolled your eyes slightly, thinking of all the times her ‘loopy-ness’ got you in trouble. “Anyway, your brother sold three houses this month,” she boasted, making your brother mock his humbleness.

You kicked your feet up on Karl’s dashboard, lacing your fingers with his. He leaned on the console more, just to be touching your arm and as close as he could be without sitting in your lap. You watched his eyes drift to your thighs again, watching your dress ride up your legs. “I’m so sorry for the way she treated you…” you muttered, turning your head to look into his dark grey eyes. The lights from the parking lot were distant enough to keep the car mostly dim.

He nudged the radio down a few notches, pressing his lips to your shoulder before tapping his fingers against the blunt to shake a few stray ashes out of his window. “She’s totally into me. Mom’s love me,” he chided, making you elbow him. He chuckled. “I’m irresistible, I guess. It has to be the tattoos.”

You hummed in response, enjoying the utter peace you felt when it was just the two of you. “She’s living vicariously through me. I get my horrible taste in men from her,” you jested, making him feign a pain in his chest.

He wet his lips with a soft chuckle. “I’m not that bad,” he whined. “I don’t hit you, so I’m better than my uncles,” he offered; a joke that felt bitter on your tongue. You were positive he wouldn’t have said it if he hadn’t been sharing a blunt with you. It always tapped into a bit of his dark humor. “Speaking of… Can I ask why you flinched when I yelled at you?” He questioned gingerly, giving you every opportunity to turn him down. Your mind involuntarily sent you back to sitting in her car the night after prom, an event which she brought up hours prior.

Her finger jumped to point at one of the pictures on the upmost bookshelf over Karl’s head. She practically crawled into his lap to reach it before sitting between the two of you and cozying up to his side. You held your tongue as she handed it to him. You peered over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of your frilly dress and an unrecognizable Clay.

As you looked back at the baseball game streaming in front of you, you heard Karl chuckle softly, a noise he made when you usually told him about the nameless guys who would gallantly offer to be your partner to ‘keep you away from the creeps.’ Your mother smiled again, leaning closer to him and dragging her finger along your frame. “Look at her! She looks like such a dork doesn’t she! I told you; she’s always looked a little wonky, even when I tried doing her makeup,” she mused. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “I always tried to get her to drop more weight,” she mumbled.

Karl tsked at the fourth side comment she had made about your appearance. You hadn’t been counting, but after you got in the car, you found out he had been. “No, she’s gorgeous. Even when she’s done up like pre-rehab Linsey Lohan,” he ragged, a sweetness in his tone that masked the insult. You bit your lip, knowing full-well he was grinning to himself without even seeing him.

“Oh, you’re just a sap! She can take the teasing! What did we talk about after that,” she paused, nudging your arm with a whimsical look in her eye.

You swallowed what you could of an emotional tone as the argument echoed through your head. “How I should let Clay get me pregnant because I’d never find someone else to deal with my fat-”

She cut you off with a slap on your knee. You hissed quietly at the impact. “Stop being such a spoilsport! I was joking; it was a joke. You just can’t read my tone that well. Remember how we laughed at that?”

You shook your head. “No, I remember you telling me to break the condom, mom,” you quipped, sending her a slight smile. You could see Karl out of the corner of your eye as you turned to her. His gaze was bright and encouraging almost as he grinned at you out of her line of vision.

“That didn’t happen!” She defended, a chuckle struggling to leave her lips. You heard your father turn the subtitles on for the game. “Your memory is so silly. I think it’s all those books you read, putting these fantasies in your head. HA.”

You shrugged, giving her a mock smirk. Karl pretended to be invested in your prom photo. “You know what they say: girl boss, gatekeep, gaslight,” he teased, making your mother laugh. You secretly found it hilarious that he could say whatever he wanted, and she would drool over him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “I mean… You met my mother. She’s unstable,” you muttered, casting your eyes out into the bare parking lot. “There were times when she would go off the rails. She never hit me but, Jesus Christ, the woman can yell.” You let out a venomous scoff before accepting the blunt back and inhaling the smoke slowly, trying to expel the thought. The weed was becoming a sage to smudge your mind of the witch at least for tonight.

Karl’s fingers moved to brush against the knuckles of your free hand. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he mumbled, unable to meet your eyes.

You drew in a soft breath, sitting up and threading your fingers into his hair so he was looking at you. “Stop apologizing to me for it. I deserved it, anyway,” you grumbled, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling back to settle back into your previous position. “I couldn’t get the taste of Todd out of my mouth for hours and he’s completely ruined the smell of cloves cigarettes for me, even if I don’t mind him now.”

He chuckled at your words, finger pads grazing your jaw to draw you into another kiss. “I’m glad you learned your lesson then,” he hummed, brushing his nose against yours. You bit back a giggle. “Can I buy you food now?” He asked, his eyelashes fluttering sarcastically. You shoved him away from you, but agreed, pulling him into the grocery store behind you.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leaned his weight on you as you decided, occasionally brushing his nose into the crook of your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You wanted to wear the nodes of his cologne on your skin, quietly dreaming of being wrapped up in a hotel room with him.

Your body was cold as he slipped from you. “Dream?” He asked, making you perk your eyebrows and look up to him. He was staring down the aisle at a tall figure you knew all too well.

“Karl,” he answered back.

“Clay?” It was your turn to be confused about how the two knew each other.

“Clay?” Karl repeated as if putting pieces of his own puzzle together.

Clay took a few steps to be closer to the pair of you. His white button-up and dark pants were a stark contrast to the man you had been so accustomed to. The only signs of him you truly recognized were the tattoos stretching across his forearms, which were proudly on display thanks to his rolled sleeves. His hair was pulled back, more from running his fingers through it than anything else, and the earring dangling from his left lobe; a silver ankh you had the matching one to.

Slight panic settled in as you realized you had worn that same earring around Karl, and he knew Clay probably enough to recognize it.

Without hesitation, Clay pulled you closer to him, hugging you against his side with the arm that wasn’t carrying a basket. You hugged him back, ignore the hardness of his body. “Jeez, I haven’t seen you in so long!” He groaned, making you laugh. You pushed him off as he ruffled your hair.

You wet your lips. “I think the last time was a summer or two ago. I heard you moved to the city,” you stated, kicking the toe of his dress shoes with the sneakers you had ditched your heels in Karl’s car for.

Clay nodded, raking a hand through his blond hair. “Yeah, I have a pretty good setup there. That’s where I met Karl, right?” He stated, sending Karl a look. The boy beside you attempted to mask that he was glaring at him like the two had been up to something prior to this. You nudged your shoulder against Karl’s arm, seemingly snapping him out of whatever he was thinking about. He nodded. “You’re here to meet Mommie dearest, aren’t you?” Clay queried, a knowing look on his face. “I’m doing the same. But I stepped one foot in the door and my sister kidnapped my girlfriend,” he grumbled, sticking his hand in his pocket.

You giggled. “Oh, come on. She’s in good hands,” you defended jokingly.

Clay tilted his head ever so slightly as he looked at you, narrowing his eyes with a smug expression. “Are you high?” He asked, voice dipping into a whisper to keep your secret from the old ladies that went to church with both your families. You chewed on your lip and he chuckled. “I’m so jealous of you, Karl. She wouldn’t let me corrupt her,” he teased sarcastically, shoving your arm.

You pinched his side. “Kinky bastard! He’s not corrupting me,” you defended, making him giggle, the sound almost pitched the same as yours. Before he could respond, his phone started to ring, a small smile coming to his face sweetly. He excused himself with the promise of taking the pair of you out for coffee so you could meet his lady friend.

Karl was quiet until the two of you got back into his car, his teeth making track marks in his lower lip. You looked to him as he drove towards the hotel the two of you were staying in for the night. His hand moved to wrap around your thigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly as the two of you got further away from the grocery store. You chewed the inside of your cheek. “I didn’t make you jealous did I?” You asked gingerly, your interest in his mannerisms piquing.

He scoffed. “Of course not,” his fingers tightened around your thigh, making your breath hitch. “You really have a type though, don’t you?” He mocked, making you fight not to roll your eyes. “If I had known Clay was Dream, I would have fucked you harder last time. I know what you’re comparing me to now,” he quipped smugly, moving his fingers to lace with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

Your cheeks burned at his words. “I um… What?” You were flustered for the first time ever when it came to him. Your usual cockiness shrank away. “Karl, we were virgins.”

He shrugged playfully. “I know. That doesn’t mean I won’t make sure you know who you belong to now.” He took his eyes off the road for a moment as he met a red light, sights locking on yours. “I can’t wait until you’re on top of me, bunny,” he stated, a sly smirk crawling across his lips as you kept yourself from clenching your thighs together at the look in his irises. One of his hands moved to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s gonna be so awkward when you can barely speak tomorrow.”

The sheets were cool to the touch as Karl’s mouth pressed against yours in a heated kiss, the taste of the blunt still in his mouth mixing with the raspberry candy he had been eating earlier. He ground his hips against yours, his already hard arousal pressing against the inside of your thighs. You leaned into his kiss with your whole body, letting his hands hungrily explore your curves and pressure points with greedy roughness.

Watching him check-in was nearly unbearable as his calm, charming demeanor lured the receptionist. He acted like he hadn’t spent the last few minutes with his finger pads teasing you through your panties, the other hand on the steering wheel with ease. He was making the woman laugh like his hand wasn’t teasing to dip under the hemline of your skirt as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Yeah, her parents live around here so,” he chirped on, fingers slipping up your spine slowly to wrap around the back of your neck as they chatted.

It was the same devious hands that had discarded your dress, fingers curling around the necklace housing a charm in the shape of his name; a gift you wore like a collar, loving when it would imprint on your skin beneath your shirt. Karl pushed the charm into your mouth, holding you between his thighs as he leaned back to pull his shirt off. Your nails raked up his thighs, palming him through his dark pants as your teeth held his name in place.

He maneuvered so he was between your legs, grinding against your underwear as he hooked your legs in the crooks of his elbows. “Your mom is such a fucking prick,” he growled, lips pressing to your ear as the fabric of your panties wore against the roughness of his slacks. “You’re such a good girl,” he pampered, teeth nipping along your collarbone, intent on showing the world how content he was with you; how good you made him feel. “You’re so smart,” he continued, his tongue trailing across your skin as you moaned around the metal between your teeth. “I fucking worship you,” he groaned as your hips raised to his, chasing the heat spreading through your body at his movements. “Fuck her,” he bit darkly.

He pulled the necklace from your mouth, kissing you with enough fire to make you completely forget about the icy coldness you had felt for most of the night. Your fingers moved to knot in his hair as his hands pressed into your body, blunt nails digging into your ass and hips. One of your hands moved between the two of you, slipping down the front of his pants and wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling him harden further against your hand as he moaned against your lips. The vibrations from his voice sent goosebumps across your chest.

As he throbbed in your grasp, he pulled away from your lips, looking down to watch you pump him, your fingernails painted his favorite color. His bangs barely brushed against your chest as he pressed his knee between your thighs, prompting you to ride him as he ground his hips against your hand. You arched your back, the friction and the sight of his lust-blown eyes sparking your orgasm deep within you.

He was wrong. You wouldn’t dare compare him to Clay, especially when he always looked at you like you were the only woman in the universe.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, removing you from him quickly before swiftly rolling you onto your side. A smile came to your lips as you watched him slip out of his pants, before pulling one of your legs against his hip, teasing himself against your heat as he settled his weight on either side of your head. He leaned down to slip his tongue into your mouth, wanting to taste the pleasure he brought you as he ground himself against you while you moaned.

Karl only broke the kiss to pump himself a few times before easing into you, drawing out mutters of his name from your aggravated lips. You dug your face into one of the soft pillows to stifle your unruly noises as he thrust into you slowly, pace purely experimental as he awaited your praise. One of his hands moved to press against your stomach, the other slipping beneath your pillow to bring him down on his forearm, driving himself deeper into you as his lips were at your ear once again. “Baby, you feel so good, fuck,” he groaned, voice dark and restrained.

You gripped onto the edge of the bed as he picked up his pace, his hips digging into your thighs as you prayed for a new set of bruises to litter your body. He thrust into you, dragging himself in and out of you methodically, his teeth digging into your skin with each of your clenching whimpers as you cling to his closest hand. You missed the feeling of his tongue ring, knowing he had taken it out to impress your parents. You longed for getting back to your apartment where you could do his eyeliner and paint his nails again.

You twisted your body, flipping the two of you over and straddling his hips, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you above him before you pressed a heated kiss to his lips, drawing out a humming moan as you sank back onto him. You leaned back, beginning to ride him as his hand traveled up your chest before resting against your neck, making sure your necklace was draped over his knuckles. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, his hips rutting to meet your pace, eyes hazy from the pleasure as he watched his name thump against your chest with each of your movements.

His other hand pressed into your thigh, making you groan, your hand wrapping around his wrist as your eyes burned into his, feeling him throb inside of you. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he nearly whimpered, fingers digging into your flesh as his other hand threatened to tighten around your throat. A lazy smile painted his lips, cheeks slightly flushed as you brushed his dark bangs off his forehead, knotting your fingers in his hair to anchor yourself as you ground your hips against his, driving him deeper into you.

You leaned down, tugging his lip between your teeth before pressing your mouth to his chest, tongue swirling against one of his thickly outlined tattoos. “All yours,” you cooed unevenly, eyes drifting up to meet his grey irises as you tried to keep yourself from finishing too early. At your words, he pulled you back to his lips, moaning against your tongue as he hungrily kissed you.

You could tell by the way his moans dipped to a deeper octave that he was close, hips rolling against yours as his thumb rubbed against your collarbone. The lust burning in his eyes tightened the coil deep within you. You fell out of your rhythm, driving him deeper to reach where you were itching for him the most, your toes curling as you sped up.

Karl pushed himself up, wrapping his arm around your waist and digging his teeth into your shoulder as his hips snapped against yours, digging into your skin as you raked your nails down his back. His other hand slipped beneath the necklace again, wrapping his fingers around your throat and applying pressure as his lips moved to your ear. You clenched around him, feeling his hot breath fan over the beads of sweat forming on your chest.

His tongue lapped against your neck. “I love you,” he groaned, biting you again as you threw your head back, letting your orgasm flourish with each of his final thrusts.

You held him between your thighs, looking down at him as he caught his breath after his own finish. He drew you into another kiss, this time sweeter with a passion that led you to card your fingers through the curls beginning to form at the ends of his hair. You pulled away from him slowly, his hand tucking a strand of your hair out of your face as you concentrated on his expression.

You wet your lips. “Were you serious?” You whispered, searching his soft eyes.

His face flushed with confusion for less than a second. “I didn’t get the opportunity to say it back. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while…”

You could feel your heartbeat in your ear. “Since when?”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip softly. “Do you remember when I showed up at your place and you took care of me?” You nodded slowly at his words, enjoying the mental image of being wrapped in his arms, sitting on your fire escape as a storm rolled in from the south. You could practically hear the rain on the windows, the coolness of his tongue ring as you kissed him gently, trying not to aggravate the cut on his lip. “It’s been almost slipping out since then,” he muttered, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You scoffed, pushing him back against the pillows as he chuckled. “Only because I went down on you,” you joked, pressing fluttering kisses against his neck and chest.

He shook his head above you. “You went down on me before we even had sex,” he quipped smugly, making you roll your eyes as you tucked into the spot beside him. He turned towards you as you looked up at the ceiling.

“God, don’t remind me,” you grumbled.

He giggled. “I think about it three out of ten times I jerk off,” he gloated, making you cover your face with the cook of his elbow.

Your mind shifted from his vulgar words. "How do you know Clay?" You asked, looking at him with furrowed brows.

He drew in a sharp breath, eyes widening slightly. "It's a long story..." He nibbled on his bottom lip. “He knows Sapnap, too.”

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unreasonablebehaviour · 3 years

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#mcyt #dsmp #tftdsmp #tales from the smp #karl jacobs #idk what to caption this with lmao #I can’t draw sadly tho #esp not anything serious so idk why I’m trying ghghgh #but pls enjoy my crayon scribbles #anyway no offence but that was my least fave tales BUT the lore was 😘👌 *chefs kiss*#I spent like 30 mins max in this btw lmao I’m not sorry if it’s bad ghgh #fuck drawing hands btw #I do be liking the new edgy skin tho #emo phase Karl pog? //#I’m kidding but lmao imagine

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gogyismydaddy · 3 years

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today’s tales from the smp was carried by the ending like literally ABSOLUTE CHILLS AAAAAA also time traveller karl CONFIRMED and the reveal of him living outside lmanberg near party island was so so sO SO SO GOOOD!!!!!!

#HE DID THE EDGY ANGST RANBOO ENDING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH #karl jacobs #karljacobs #tales from the smp #mcyt #huni liveblogging

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wickymicky · 3 years

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me pretending to know who any of these people are

#okay i do know who the got7 man and the day6 man are #but not really #like i know of them #i could recognize one of them #i dont watch minecraft youtubers #everything ive learned about them has been against my will #who the fuck is karl jacobs #what kind of a name is that #that's just a regular ass name #i thought you had to have edgy names like fucking ''corpse husband'' if you wanted to be a minecraft youtuber #or ''pewdiepie''#o

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xaeyrnofnbe · 2 years

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(this is like. a joke or whatever. i did this because i thought it would be funny. also it’s only gonna be the people i’m familiar enough with, so not every member will be listed)

dream smp members rated based off of how good of a furry i think they’d be

dream, george and sapnap: 4/10. they’d be funny but i also think they’d be kinda weird about it.

badboyhalo and skeppy are a 9/10 they’d have the best fursonas and would probably have fursuits with some sort of matching detail. like something on their fursuits would be the others main color. it would be adorable and hilarious.

awesamdude: 5/10 i think he’d have one of those cool scary fursuits and like fifty fursonas. almost all of them are edgy but he never leans into it when fursuiting.

antfrost. 10/10 warrior cat fans are literally just diluted furries.

jack manifold is like a 3/10 he’d have one of those generic like wolf or husky fursonas that every other furry has. he’d be the life of the party though and his fursuit acting would be off the charts. everybody would want a picture with grey-and-white canine #127

nihachu: 10/10 she’d have the coolest most unique looking fursona and like so many fursuits from the best makers. like they’d be ranging from cute pink toony cats to those cool creepy realistic canine suits. maybe a dragon one too.

wilbur soot is a 8/10 he would probably commission a lot of art and have a good number of fursuits but he’d only ever go to cons and meetups in his skulldog mini partial. it’s revivebur themed. i also think he’d change his fursona like every other week. most of them are pretty ridiculous.

philza: 8/10 he would have one fursona that he’s had since like middle school and it’s some sort of hybrid fantasy creature. he wouldn’t have a fursuit but he’d be a fantastic fursuit handler. definitely a big furry protector and gives a lot of advice when it comes to making fursonas and taking care of fursuits.

technoblade: 6/10 only really a furry by technicality, doesn’t really participate in any furry activities but would have a sick fursuit. wilbur got it for him.

tommyinnit: 9/10 there’s a fine line between an animal person and a furry. he’d have a super unique but simple fursona, i think it’d probably be a dog. yeahyeahyeah you might think it’d be a cow or something, no. he’d have a cute and toony dog fursona that is literally just him. like a yellow/blond and white dog with big floppy ears and a bandana. the only reason he’s not a 10/10 is because he’d probably be REALLY active on tiktok.

tubbo: probably a 5/10 like he could go either way. he’d probably be a pretty chill furry y’know like not be super into cons and fursuit meetups and stuff but like he’d have at least a mini partial fursuit of like… probably something cool actually. his fursona would be one of those popular original species like a manokit or a protogen. maybe even a dutch angel dragon.

ranboo is a 7/10 he’d be really annoying and extra about it but he’d support a lot of artists. he’s got like several different versions of the same fursuit from throughout the years and it’s like a dragon dog or something. maybe a dragon cat but i don’t think he’d risk it. literally everyone would be able to recognize his fursona because it’s really well designed but like there’s a negative attachment to it. he’d be cringe as hell if enabled, i think.

quackity: 6/10 he’d be a weird one but would have a really cool fursuit of his fursona that’s like a really cool original species he made that has a lot of lore. nobody would be able to tell that he put so much effort into it though because the character would be the stupidest most insane thing ever.

karl jacobs: 10/10 would have a cute and simple but distinct cat fursona, i don’t know if he would have a fursuit or not but he’d be really active in the community. everyone would love him and his dumb cat sona. if he did have a fursuit he’d put so much life into it when acting that the character would be completely separate from him.

eret: 8/10 your average cool furry. they’d have one of those fursuits that are lowkey kinda…… but they’d be overall a chill and supportive furry i think.

foolish: 5/10 probably kind of annoying but still alright. his fursona would either be something super crazy over the top cool or something kind of generic and boring.

fundy: 0/10

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neptuneofthesky · 3 years

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Bad Girls Do It Better | HDBNY pt.2

Karl Jacobs x reader

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next part

collab with @alec-lost-bee

The taglist for this fic is open!

also there is use of different colors in the start

"Good girls go to heaven,"

"Bad girls go to Georgenotfound’s room."

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"So... it's confirmed that the charm was removed by a demon...?"

"But... wasn't it supposed to be unbreakable?"

"Nothing lasts forever. It was probably broken by those high-status ones."

"The demons are surely suspicious now, that's why they were there."

"This increases the possibility of him being the successor even more."

"But we still can't be 100% sure, can we? We can confirm it when it's his birthday."

"I think one more of us should be down there, to keep an eye on Karl."

"I can go."

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Ugh, c'mon, I wanna have some fun too. I'm going down there."

"Do you guys think I can't handle him on my own?"

"It's not that. But there can be more than one demon, and you can't always be too careful."

"Fine then."

"Can I go too-"

"No."

"Okay."

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"I looked so edgy in dark colors, cream looks good on me, right?"

Karl looked up from his manga at you, as you were checking yourself out in the mirror and nodded before going back to reading, "Yeah, it does."

You squinted your eyes as you turned on your heels to look at him, "What are you reading?"

Karl paused and showed you the cover as you scoffed, "Demon Slayer? Really?"

He shrugged, "It's awesome."

You tilted your head and nodded, "True."

Silence filled the room as you whistled, trying to get Karl's attention.

But.

Wait.

Why were you trying to get his attention again?

You paused and rolled your eyes, plopping down on the loveseat sofa, putting your index fingers of each hand on your temple, and started to intensely stare at him.

Karl paused and furrowed his brows, turning to you, ".....What are you doing?"

You leaned closer and squinted your eyes, "Trying to read your mind."

His eyes widened, "You can read minds too?!"

You slightly pouted and shook your head, "No, but maybe if I concentrate enough…."

Both of you went silent again as you sighed after a full minute, "Nevermind, not gonna work I guess."

Karl rolled his eyes, returning to his manga.

You scoffed and pulled out your phone, randomly scrolling through twitter, looking for some online banter to entertain yourself, maybe even join.

Maybe I should just go out in the streets and look for some people to beat up...

You craned your neck to peak outside the window and slightly pouted, "Why do you live in a peaceful area, Karl?"

He furrowed his brows, "What...?"

You groaned, "Ugh, never mind. Let's talk about something interesting, what's the biggest crime you've ever committed? Oh-lemme guess, pirating?"

LOL, I'm so funny.

He rolled his eyes, "Haha, very funny."

Even he agrees.

He slightly shook his head before continuing his reading, making you roll your eyes.

You slightly groaned again and got up, walking around in his room.

His walls were littered with posters and photos.

You slightly squinted your eyes, and clicked a picture with your phone of a family photo, "Um, Karl? Where are your parents?"

Karl paused, "Gone."

"On a vacation?"

".....Yes. Very far away."

You sighed and plopped down on the bed, "Were they like... bad in nature? Maybe guilty about something? Because maybe if they were, I can always drop down in hell and give them a visit."

He furrowed his brows, "They weren't bad people..."

You tilted your head, "It doesn't really matter, it's their guiltiness that causes them to go to hell, not heaven- leave it, it's a very vast concept. I'll explain it later when I'm free."

He gave you a weird look, "Are you not free right now?"

You slightly scoffed and returned the look, "Let me please rephrase that, I'll explain when I want to, which is not right now, so..."

Karl rolled his eyes, "Why are you so-"

You sat up straight stopped him from speaking further, "Wait, stop. Something is not-"

"Are we interrupting a 'lovers banter'?"

You both paused, and turned to the door as Karl let out a small yelp as he saw three strangers peeking in.

Your lips slightly parted as you tilted your head, "Tommy? What are you guys doing here?"

Sapnap grinned as pushed Tommy away and entered the room, "We wanted to meet your boy toy too! Bad wouldn't stop yapping about how nice he is."

Karl furrowed his brows, "Boy toy?"

You dismissed it as you stood up and faced your fellow demons, "Do you have something important to do on earth-"

All three of them pushed you aside and happily greeted Karl.

Sapnap took the lead, "I'm Sapnap, the strongest and the hottest in this room. This is Tommy, he is an idiot. And that's Alec, he doesn't speak our language so just leave him."

Both Tommy and Alec pushed Sapnap aside and shook hands with Karl, who just nervously chuckled, "I'm Karl... nice to meet you, I guess?"

Sapnap slightly scoffed, "You should be THRILLED to see us-"

You just shook your head and raised a hand to shut him up, "Sapnap, go to heaven."

Alec gasped and hit your arm, making you scoff, "It's your money in the swear jar, not mine-"

Tommy clicked his teeth, "Guys, guys, be on your best behavior. That's the least you can do-"

You chucked a pillow at him as he instantly teleported away near the window, "WHAT THE HELLHOUNDS?!"

You blankly looked at three of them, "Go back home. Or I'll make you."

Sapnap slightly smirked, "Is that an invitation for a duel? Because I'll gladly-"

Alec hit Sapnap and shook his head, giving you a small thumbs up.

Tommy rolled his eyes, "We'll come back-"

"No, you won't. Not until I tell you to."

He scoffed and folded his hands, "You're not the boss of me... Are you?"

You also folded your hands and tilted your head, "Tommy, did you forget what my real name is?"

His eyes widened for a second as he gulped before nervously chuckling, "See you at home!"

Sapnap groaned as Tommy teleported away, "He's a pussy."

You raised a brow and opened the window, "Get out."

He rolled his eyes, "Stop ordering me. Fuck you."

He jumped out of the window as Karl's eyes widened, "He just- what...?"

You looked at Alec and gestured to the window, making him playfully roll his eyes as he disappeared.

Karl slightly gasped, "Where- where did he go?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "That mosquito you see flying out of your window right now? That's him- Karl, don't act so flabbergasted-"

His jay slightly dropped, "Hey! This all is supernatural, and I'm just a human, so why are you annoyed that I'm acting so surprised?"

You scoffed again, "Because you- never mind. You can go to heaven for all I care."

Karl gave you a weird look, "Isn't that a good thing?"

You closed the window and returned the look, "Of course not!"

Karl just sighed as he got up and started to make his way downstairs, "Heaven... do angels exist too?"

You rolled your eyes as you followed him, "Unfortunately they do."

He slightly giggled, "Do you despise them?"

A weird look came over your face, " 'Despise' is the weakest word you could use in this situation. Hating them is my passion- you know, I hate when people compare all the good things to angels, 'oh my god they look like an angel-' No they don't, have you ever even seen an angel? Do you think all angels are pretty?"

He shrugged, "I've never seen an actual one-"

You paused him and frowned, "Wait, something... something is not, I feel like puking, did I eat too much sushi, no, I can never not eat too much sushi, never mind- where was I? Oh right- some of them are the creepiest and ugliest ass people I've ever seen, although, some of them are pretty, like George, he is super pretty. Less than me, but still pretty."

"Aww thank you"

Karl jumped as you sighed and turned to the 'surprise' guest, "Great, George, why are you here?"

George got up from the sofa, smiling, and tilted his head, "Someone sent me here."

You folded your hands, "Someone? Let me guess, pink hair, name starts with 'T' ends with 'E'?"

He just smirked and mockingly said, "Wow, so smart."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Well at least I have a brain, I'm not just looks, like you."

You slightly smirked as he gritted his teeth, "I do have a brain."

Typical angels, too much ego, too easy to rile up.

You took a step forward and blinked, "You wouldn't be here if you did. Ugh, this is why I felt like puking, your presence disgusts me."

He just scoffed, "Likewise."

Karl rubbed his nape awkwardly, "Um, what's happening guys...?"

George giggled as dark pink color swirled in his eyes, "Hello there, Karl Jacobs. How you doin'?"

Karl blinked as he tilted his head, "I'm good...? What are you doing in my house again?"

George tilted his head in slight confusion as you scoffed, "Your voodoo won't work on him, idiot."

George rolled his eyes, "Do you not think I'm pretty, Karl?"

Karl blinked and slowly nodded, "You are pretty."

You rolled your eyes, "Pufferfishes are pretty too."

Karl gave you a weird look, "They are...? I don't think so."

You gasped, "They are! Have you not seen that video of a pufferfish eating a carrot then the chef totally dissecting him? That is the coolest thing I've ever seen. It makes me so happy."

He scoffed as he squinted his eyes, "Why does that make you happy?"

You also scoffed in return and rolled your eyes, "Um, why would it not-"

You paused and both you and George looked at the door, and eventually, the door handle rattled, before several knocks.

George fake sighed, "Absolutely hate to cut our meeting short but I guess this is my cue to leave, see you guys later."

You scoffed him shoo-ed him, "More like see you never."

George just rolled his eyes and disappeared after waving to Karl.

"Karl! Open up! What are you doing in there?!"

Karl's eyes widened, "Oh no, you need to leave, Quackity will freak out if he sees you."

You raised a brow, "Quackity? Who's quackity?"

Karl slightly pushed you towards the stairs, "He's my best friend, his real name is Alex. You should be glad he doesn't have the keys to my house-"

You paused and turned to face him, "His name is Alex?"

He frantically nodded, "It always has been- go!"

You let out an amused chuckle, "Where?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, "Hell maybe?!"

You plopped down on the couch and smiled, "You see... I don't want to."

"Karl! Open up! I can hear you!"

You raised a brow and looked at the closed door, "Your friend has a good hearing..."

Karl sighed frustratedly, "Asmodeus, I command you to go back to hell."

You laughed, "Command? What makes you think you can command me?"

He paused and furrowed his brows, "I summoned you? Am I not your boss...?"

You laughed again and stood up and squished his cheeks, "You're cute. I'm going to the kitchen."

Karl grabbed your hand, "Please don't come out."

You paused, "I'm already out of the closet Karl-"

Karl pushed you away as You strutted inside the kitchen and he quickly opened the door, "Hey man!"

Quackity pushed Karl aside and literally barged inside, "Who were you talking to?"

Karl awkwardly chuckled and rubbed his nape, "Myself, you know I talk to myself... right?"

Quackity paused and turned to face him, "Is someone else in this house Karl?"

Karl shook his head, "Why would you think that?"

Quackity took a step closer to him, "Karl, I'm gonna ask again, is someone else here in this house beside us?"

You squinted your eyes and folded your hands.

Who does he think he is? Getting all over in Karl's stupid face...

You sighed, 'Guess I have to come out. Sorry not sorry Karl.'

"Get away from him."

Karl's eyes widened, "Please, no-"

You smirked and tilted your head, "Hello there, Quackity right? I’m the demon Karl summoned, formally Asmodeus, my friends call my Y/n, and you... don't need to call me at all."

"...What?"

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You were scrolling on your phone, occasionally laughing at a funny tiktok, as both Quackity and Karl were staring at you.

Karl cleared his throat, "Um, Y/n, when are you going to stop floating?"

You looked up from your phone, "Hm? Oh- it's kind of a natural thing, I didn't do it intentionally."

You plopped down on the couch and smiled at him, "Is the big explanation already over?"

Karl sighed as he rubbed his temple, "Yes, it's over-"

"Why are you here?"

You slightly smirked and looked at Quackity, "I thought you understood everything?"

Quackity gritted his teeth as he got up from his seat, "You possessed Karl, didn't you?"

You burst out laughing, "Sweetie, Karl was the one who summoned me himself-"

"But how can Karl even do that-"

Your eyes slightly turned red as you got up, "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking."

You chuckled and stepped closer to Quackity and whispered, "I know about the charm, but, I wonder if Karl knows?"

Quackity's eyes slightly widened as he cleared his throat and looked at Karl, "Where did you summon her?"

You laughed again and turned to Karl, "Yeah, Karl tell him, you are best friends after all," you glanced at Quackity, "You must tell each other everything right?"

tags!

@aikochan4859, @bellomi-clarke, @bergandysam, @pillowjj, @missmickeyexe, @rexit-mo, @alex--awesome--22, @hi-imuwu, @the-official-memester, @beeissdead, @malfoysslutt, @beeseira, @incorrectquotesformyuse, @uselesssapphickitten, @ahmya-4, @penumbrasposts, @itsberrydreemurstuff, @chaoticotaku

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jamesmarriottistrilingual · 3 years

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What your favourite Youtuber says about you

This is just assumptions from what I have seen online

James Marriott: You're a gifted burnt out kid

ImAllexx: You're LGBTQ in some way

Memeulous: You are a memer

WillNE: You're either 12 or really edgy

Wilbur Soot: You need therapy

Inabber: You watch him for Kenji

StephenTries: You want to become a comedian

Dream: You're under the age of 12

NoahFinnce: You're either trans or really into rock music

JustaMinx: You're really gay

Nihachu: You're a really soft person

Gee Nelly: You really like blue

Tommyinnit: You either cancel everyone on twitter or really sweet

Tubbo: You like Bees

The Sidemen: You're an ally and strong-minded

Karl Jacobs: You love monsters

MrBeast: You want money from him. DON'T LIE

Lewis Buchan: You're committed to your opinions

#lewis buchan #mrbeast #karl jacobs #noahfinnce #the sidemen #tubbo #tommyinnit #gee nelly #justaminx #dream #stephentries #wilbur soot #imallexx #inabber #james marriott #memeulous #willne

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expired-monster-craft-smp · 3 years

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

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travesty-majesty · 3 years

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// Heroes // Villains // Bystanders // Based on the Origins SMP, but very different! Tommy starting Innit Inc. gave me an idea for an AU, and I finally decided to draw the characters Basically it's set in Esempee City, and you have the heroes, villains and everything in between! This post is for the heroes. Some characters tagged might be in one of the other categories on another post. Even if they're a bystander, they have an important part in the story :}} Characters below the cut! (Long Post)

"Philza Minecraft"

"The Crow Father"

- Hero

- Eye shadow isn't make-up

- Being edgy is in his genes

- Outfit deisgned by Tommy

- Titty window intentional

- Phil hates it

- Self proclaimed Batman rip-off

Defining trait; Wings

Fun Fact; Has arthritis in his ankles

Techno

"The Blade"

- Hero

- Unfourtunately

- Got dragged in with Phil

- Excellent hearing

- Trained fighter

- Could kill Tommy if he wanted

- Hates Tommy with a passion

Defining trait; Pink hair

Fun Fact; Has tinnitus (spelled wrong in the image i know)

Karl Jacobs "Time Master" - Hero - Arguably the most powerful hero in Esempee City - White hairs from time travel - Has small books in bag - Occasionally uses books as weapons - Lawful Neutral Defining trait; Weird hoodie Fun Fact; Doesn't know what age he is (knows he's under 22)

Charlie "Slime Man" - Hero? - Nobody knows how he got here - Tommy didn't hire him - He's an enigma - Does he even have powers - Named himself Defining trait; Green skin Fun Fact; Unusually short

George "Mr Not Found" - Hero - More so a spy than an actual hero - Can't be seen on CCTV - Has eaten 3 poisonous mushrooms - How is he not dead - Nickname: Gogy - Narcoleptic Defining trait; Goggles Fun Fact; Doesn't know Tommy's first name

Fundy "Foxtrot" - Hero('s sidekick) - Hates his hero name with a passion - Edgier than his partner - Mirrors a certain ex-hero's style... - Second sidekick job Defining trait; Furry Fun Fact; Really likes berries

Eret "Herobrine" - Hero - Gender unknown - Affectionately called "gay Batman" by peers - Local myth - Has Fundy as his sidekick - Acts like a parental figure to Fundy Defining trait; No pupils Fun Fact; Helps Puffy with some of the company's outfits

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freudsucks · 3 years

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//mentions of animal abuse, dead animals? (warning for ppl who might need it :] )

idk but the thought that some people want karl jacobs to sit down in front of a camera and say “sorry I sang a song about hitting rat with a baseball bat :/” is genuinely so hilarious to me.

like I saw a post comparing the rat jokes made during karl’s karaoke stream to other instances of people making “jokes” about animal abuse that were just wildly different both in tone and context??? idk much about the el*n m*sk situation but it sounds like he was laughing at a picture of a dead deer which is just...cruel? if you find amusement in a real-life picture of random dead animal that’s awful. and the shane dawson situation was so bad because it was not presented as a joke, at all. he was sitting down and talking with other people in a serious, podcast-type setting, and then suddenly described disgusting, graphically detailed events in a regular tone of voice, which of course would cause confusion and disgust.

maybe it’s just me, but neither of those scenarios are really comparable to singing about hitting rat with a baseball bat in a parody of a queen song titled “bohemian ratsody” (the same song in which they also joke about giving rat a glock and her fighting back). why? because their joke song is so far removed from reality that it’s honestly a little ridiculous to put it in the context of real-life issues.

(I don’t want to get into a whole essay about what humor is and the different types of jokes, because I’m bad at explaining, but here’s my two cents). why exactly is rat in particular so memed? because she ISN’T just a random dog, but a famous streamer’s pet, which makes her an ICON. it means that it’s funny to project various strange and outlandish scenarios onto her, much in the way people treat celebrities. making edits of rat wearing fire/demon sunglasses? sure! sending rat to the moon? awesome! giving rat a glock? hell yeah! rat buying the “big daddy” mug? why not! we obviously know that none of these examples are real, that they’re all exaggerated scenarios. so rat isn’t comparable to a real-life dog in these situations, she’s more like a character, an icon, even a Final Boss (ex. think about ranboo singing the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny)

the jokes about hating rat are funny because they’re completely irrational and everybody Knows and is Aware of that— who would /actually/ hate a cute little dog? it’s funny to say “I hate rat so much” because it’s completely strange, starting one-sided beef with a dog. it’s also amplified by the fact that the actions they describe are not feasible in any way, shape or form- first of all, they’re a group of close friends. no one in that call genuinely wants to hurt rat, they all love rat. second, it is literally impossible, as rat is inaccessible to them; rat is not their pet and they are all hundreds of miles away, meaning they would have literally no way to reach her.

it’s like how people make jokes like “I’m gonna punt that small child” all the time and no one equates that to child abuse. why? because the situation that’s presented is outlandish and unfounded. it is so far removed from reality that it’s unexpected and funny. trying to actually put it in the context of reality, (“don’t hurt a small child, what’s wrong with you??!??”) effectively misses the point and ruins the joke. there’s a reason why no one gets mad when technoblade says stuff like “I drop-kicked that child in self-defense” or makes jokes about obliterating orphans. because we understand it’s a JOKE, and not reality. it’s not meant to have any underlying meanings or social implications, it’s just a joke.

anyway, clearly some people didn’t find the jokes funny and were actually very upset about them, and their feelings are totally valid. I don’t want to invalidate anyone’s opinion, as they’re entitled to it. but in my own opinion, I honestly don’t think the jokes warrant an apology or whatever, because this is how a group of Friends joke around together. it’s going to be edgy, yes, but they’re all within each other’s boundaries and comfortable with the jokes. if you, as a Viewer, are uncomfortable, you have the ability to close the stream and find comfort in something else.

(sorry for the messy thoughts! ignore that this is a burner account. I haven’t had time to make a focused blog and I don’t want minecraft youtuber discourse on my main lol)

#idk maybe this is considered a bad / insensitive take but fuck it #karl jacobs #animal abuse #tagging for those who need it / want to avoid this discussion completely #also i cant say this enough but if you were upset by the jokes made i sincerely hope you took care of your health by turning the stream off #sometimes content is just Not For Us and that’s okay #there’s a really good thread from users quackinquack and dnfhater that articulate this really well #but just because /you/ personally find a joke unfunny or don’t like it doesnt necessarily mean it requires an apology or to stop #btw im probably not going to check the notes of this post later #i will simply post my take and Disappear #this is like. critism of cc criticism lol #there should be a tag for that #cc-critical critical

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When I got my hair dreadlocked ahead of New York fashion week, I had some pushback from people in the industry worried that I wouldn’t get jobs – the suggestion was that I might look “too black”. But I enjoy being different and standing out – so I decided to keep them and take my chances.

Two days later, my agents in New York called to say Coach had cast me to open their spring/summer 2018 show at New York. I couldn’t believe it – I’ve walked in other shows in the past, but this was a career-changer. I went on to walk for Miu Miu in Paris and Bottega Veneta in Milan, which is a classic Italian brand not known for using edgy models. I was thrilled – a girl with dreads walking for brands like those, that’s crazy.

Models Bella Hadid (left) and Kendall Jenner in the Marc Jacobs show at NYFW, September 2016. Photograph: Angela Weiss/AFP/Getty Images

There’s a lot of politics tied up in black hair. When Marc Jacobs sent a bunch of white girls down the runway with dreads and everyone cried “racism”, I didn’t see it that way. Actions like his create normalcy, so now if we black girls want to wear dreads in the workplace, then white people aren’t going to call it “ghetto”. The labelling of Kim Kardashian’s cornrows as new and edgy “boxer braids” is a slightly different story – it shows no respect for the hairstyle’s cultural heritage and people were right to be angry.

Dreads do still carry negative connotations in society, at least in America. Remember when actor and musician Zendaya had dreads and US TV host Giuliana Rancic said she looked like she smelled of marijuana? But just because some people assume having dreads means you must be a weed smoker – which I’m not – it wasn’t going to stop me getting them. I’ve always been keen on changing up my look and my hair; for me it’s about self-expression.

In the past, fashion liked black girls to have really long weaves, or really straight hair to emulate white women and “fit in”. It’s something that affects female models far more than men. But more recently, black women have been saying, “No, I’m not going to straighten my hair.” There is a growing sense of pride in African Americans and it’s having a trickle-down effect into fashion.

Fashion doesn’t create trends, it follows, so it makes sense that right now they’re casting more black and Asian models due to our buying power as a collective. But without many of us working at the shows, hairstylists sometimes struggled to know what to do with our hair. It’s a catch-22: they’re hairstylists, so they should know how to work with black hair, but a lot of the time they’re scared because they don’t want to be the one who messes up the black girl’s hair. I’ve been backstage at a show where a stylist said to me, “I don’t want to do your hair.” The other black girls and I were the last to have our hair done because no one would touch us.

Aighewi at the Coach show, NYFW September 2017. Photograph: Pixelformu/SIPA/REX/Shutterstock

But that was three years ago – now, they don’t have an option. And it’s been a joint effort, with casting directors like Ashley Brokaw and Anita Bitton, as well as stylists like Karl Templer and Katie Grand – outliers in positions of power – taking a chance by casting diverse models in what might typically be all-white shows.

Hairstylists are starting to think, “I’ve got to learn this or I’m not going to get hired.” Now, when I talk to stylists, they’re saying, “What are the best products you use on your hair?” I did a show this season in Milan and the stylist didn’t have the right product. By the time I got to Paris, she had it. At Miu Miu, where over half the models were black, backstage they had all the right products.

But you have to meet the industry halfway. I always make sure my dreads are super-clean and neat, so in some ways they still look classic. I also got my dreads really long – that way you can do lots of other styles with them. Even though I’m pushing my agenda, I’m giving them things to work with.

Thanks to social media, it’s easier for models to speak up. When I was signed, in 2010, my agents would tell me, “You need to shut up and stand there and look pretty.”

Now, with platforms like Instagram, where people have their own space to be vocal, it’s cool to be yourself. Agents encourage girls to have more personality; clients want that now. Just being pretty doesn’t work any more. And now, I’m having so much more success – the industry’s finally caught up to me, I actually make sense in it now.

Next year I suspect there are going to be more girls with dreads on the catwalk, with more of us saying: “I like my hair this way, I like my hair curly.” They’re still going to cast you. If a girl is dope, a girl is dope. If you stand by who you are, the world has to take notice.

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∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗 (18+)

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∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), smut, choking, fingering, slight domination

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

a/n: my incentive for getting these done (when they're fuffy) is listening to 21st Century Vampire in a dark room for four days, in case you guys were wondering.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh… I think I need some time…" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To think…"

He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.

Your heart hammered in your ears. You took a seat on your couch, carding your fingers through your hair as his face flashed into your mind, the somewhat confused expression boring a hole in your heart. You’d led him on, you knew it. It wasn’t that you weren’t into him, but the cold fear of what the two of you had vanishing after assigning labels flushed through your body. What if it was only as strong as it was because you weren’t stuck to each other? Was the fact that you were choosing to sleep with him and him alone not enough? What more could he want?

Then it dawned on you; what more would it be? The two of you were already attached at the hip a ridiculous amount of time, you already knew more about him than you cared to, and obviously, the two of you were already past the awkwardness of building a sexual relationship.

So what the fuck was wrong with you? Would it be so awful to be his girlfriend?

You avoided him for a few weeks, your mind burning with guilt and indecisiveness. As soon as you had straightened your thoughts and favored one reality over another, it was like buyer’s guilt persuaded you the other way.

Lectures were quiet, even lonesome for you without him around. That would add to your Pro Karl list; he was great company, especially in public, when he knew people were watching the two of you. Would that element be different when the two of you were dating?

You hadn’t realized how apparent your moping had become until your roommate brought it up one night. You were tucked into your favorite spot on the couch, mind racing with how to solve your problems. “I called Karl. I’m sick of this weepy, self-loathing bullshit. Man up and tie him down. I know you want to,” she stated bluntly, tugging open the curtains in the room to get to the windows. The night breeze wafted in as if it’d been knocking against the glass for an hour. “He’s outside.”

You blinked at her as she pulled you out of your seat. “He’s what?”

She pulled you behind her, slipping on her jacket. “I’m going to Clay’s. Work this shit out and let me know if I need to vacate for the week,” she jested, making you roll your eyes as she pushed you out in front of her. As she headed down the stairwell, Karl was on his way up, greeting her brightly as he usually did.

He smiled at you gently as he stopped in front of you, fondness and allure playing in his eyes. Even if you looked disheveled, he still looked upon you with pride and admiration. His hair was longer, but despite that, he looked exactly the same way you’d left him. You cleared your throat, the wind bringing his scent towards you. “We need to talk,” you mumbled. “You were right.”

He pressed his back against the dividing wall, tucking a cigarette behind his ear that he had between his fingers and looking out over the railing behind you. The city lights reflected in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I just..." He looked at you softly. "Fuck, I really like you."

You crossed your arms, hands rubbing against the sleeves of your hoodie to generate more warmth. You were so torn. Most of you, wanted to wrap yourself up in him and give in to his offer while the ugly, nagging thoughts in your brain told you to run. "What about after we cool down then?" You asked, making one of his eyebrows feign to furrow. "Are you still going to be attracted to me after I'm… domesticated?"

He smiled slightly. "I'll probably be attracted to you even when your tits sag to your waist, baby." You rolled your eyes at his joke and he crossed the space between the two of you, shoes dragging against the cement. He pushed his fingers into your hair, settling his hand against your neck so his thumb brushed against your jaw soothingly. You leaned into his touch. "I just want to be locked down by you," he chided. "... Officially."

You let out a small wheeze. "You're not gonna be into my friends next week, are you?" It was a joke, but it came out as more of an insecurity.

He fought not to grin. "You're fuckin' serious?" He used his other hand to separate your arms gently, stepping into your embrace. "When I'm with other people, all I can think about is how they're not you."

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, eliciting a pleasant sigh from between your lips. You tightened your arms around him, basking in the warmth of his body as you threaded your hands beneath his jacket. "Even your mom?"

He snorted. "Don't make this weird," he jested, making you laugh softly. He pulled your body completely against him, digging his face into the crook of your neck as you sighed tiredly, your cheek pressing against his shoulder.

The bathwater was warm against your skin, Karl’s arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer to him in the small tub, making you giggle slightly. You paused what you were doing as he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. You struggled to shrug from his grasp. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna mess up your nails,” you wheezed, before he surrendered, leaning his back against the porcelain.

It was a brighter color than he usually wore, but the hue still gave him the dark appearance he prided himself on. Goosebumps peppered your skin as he drew absent-minded shapes into your back with the pad of his finger. “I missed you,” he hummed. Despite having your back to him and concentrating on not smearing his nail polish, you could hear the content smile in his voice. “And now, I’m your boyfriend,” he mocked, eliciting a snort from you.

You screwed the cap on the polish when you were satisfied with your work. “I feel like a middle school girl every time you say that,” you grumbled, jokingly.

He snickered. “Me too.” You could feel him watching you carefully as you blew on the nail polish, his fingers to your lips to test their dryness. He curled around you again, pressing his lips to your neck, his other arm curling around your torso. His breath was sweet against your skin, mixing with the steam from the water. “Stop it, or I’ll get too excited,” he groaned, making you smile.

You moved his hand to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers threatening to demonstrate his true strength. He swapped hands, his fingers dipping beneath the water towards your heat. His other hand wrapped around your neck, waiting for your first moans until applying pressure. Your head tilted back against his shoulder as he rubbed circles against your bundle of nerves, a sigh of pleasure spilling past your lips as his teeth nipped gently at your shoulders.

Your knees peeked out above the surface of the water as you leaned further back against him. He pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear. “Look at my girlfriend, so needy so quickly,” he moaned in your ear, slipping one of his fingers into you. His name fell from your lips as if your life depended on you repeating it. He pumped another finger into you, basking in the way you reacted to him. You hated how well he knew your body.

Before you knew it, your back was pressing into your sheets, Karl hovering over you. You dug your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly on his locks as he pushed himself into you with a moan. His hips rolled against yours, his forearms resting on either side of your head, pressing his lips to your shoulder. It wasn’t long until he was thrusting in and out of you, teeth printing his mark on your skin. “All mine,” he moaned as your fingernails pressed into his skin.

You smirked slightly, rutting your hips against his. “Oh, right there, Todd,” you moaned almost pornographically. Karl stiffened slightly, struggling not to laugh as you giggled.

His teeth dug into your neck, shutting you up with a moan. He pushed your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours while his other hand moved to wrap around your throat. “He fucking wishes,” he hissed through gritted teeth, making your toes curl. His pace slowed, focused on driving himself deeper into you, reaching your sweet spot with each of his thrusts.

You moaned his name, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. He muttered pet names into your ear, coaxing you over the edge with his declarations of ownership over you.

The next morning, you wrapped your arms around Karl’s waist, pressing your cheek against the middle of his shoulder blades as he stirred whatever he was making. Your hands looped into the front pocket of his hoodie. The kitchen was humming with life as the radio hummed softly in one of the corners and the two of you lightly conversed.

You moved to lean against the counter beside him, attempting not to completely gush at the sight of his messy hair and lazy smile as he made you breakfast. “So, do I get to wear your letterman’s jacket now?” You joshed, making him smirk.

He flipped a pancake. “I mean, you can if you’d like, I think it’s at my mom’s,” he answered, soft tones of sleep still hanging in his voice. “You can twin with your pal, Todd. We went to the same high school.”

Your head tilted at the news, mouth slightly ajar. “No way. Please tell me you’re joking.”

He shrugged. “We lived down the road from each other growing up,” he recounted, making you chuckle at the irony.

You wet your lips slightly. “Now that we’re official, do you wanna have a threesome with him?” You asked sarcastically.

“If Todd’s dick comes anywhere near me, I’m moving to Iceland,” he finalized, making you laugh.

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙔 │ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

◦ request(s):

I’m sorry but I NEED more edgy Karl, I’m literally in love with it <3 I wanna date him so BAD

More edgy karl where he calls the reader bunny or puppy or a pet name like that 👀👀

◦ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

◦ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), biting, domination, crude language, semi-public sex, asphyxiation, submission, slight degradation, frat boys

◦ word count: 3558

◦ links: ao3, main: genethequeen

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As a reminder, my asks are always open for requests, comments, or just to chat :) Happy reading!

You clicked your phone off, shoving it into your pocket and lifting your eyes to the mumbling crowd of your fellow classmates filing into the lecture hall. Spring break was nearing by the second, and it was obvious that everyone wanted to get in and out as soon as they could. You had previously decided that staying on campus was probably the cheapest and easiest plan for break.

It could only be a coincidence that you would spot the tall, willowy figure you’d tried to reach the week prior to no avail. His eyes were a mirror of grey smoke as his face showed an unhuman-like lack of emotion. You could already tell his headphones were probably blaring in his ears as he cut himself off from the incoherent chatter around him.

Karl had become almost a constant in your life, the mutual late-night calls and mid-day escape nearly a drug for you as you came to depend on it. It got to the point where you’d casually mention to your roommate you couldn’t meet for lunch because you’d already had your plans with Karl.

Yet, just as he was installed in your life, he suddenly had dropped away from you. Your once steamy messages had grown cold and vague on his end. No longer would you randomly receive a notification that he was nearby after you got out of a lecture, instead it was radio silence and a close to jaded response. He’d become a ghost in your class, barely making eye contact with you when he once only used to show up to kick your seat. You knew the two of you weren’t anywhere near anything to write home about, yet it was almost uncharacteristic for him to avoid you for as long as he had.

You swallowed your pride and began to edge through the crowd toward him. As you brushed your fingertips against his hoodie sleeve, it was almost as if your sense of touch had hungered for him too in his absence. You almost instantly wanted to draw the fabric of his jacket around you, enveloping yourself in his scent. He peered at you over his shoulder, removing an earbud and raising an eyebrow at you almost nonchalantly. The crowd parted like the Red Sea around the two of you as he looked down at you. His grey irises swirled to life as you straightened up to lay your dignity at his feet.

His lip was split, something you’d figured had been a result of the dry, changing seasons, until you spotted another bruise on his face, your mind flashing back to him peering up at you from the bathroom floor with his first black eye. This time, his features were dark and stormy, and you’d be lying not to admit that his sulky façade was rather alluring to you.

You drew in a breath, wondering where your previous confidence had fled. “Are you okay?” Was all you could think to manage, his eyes concentrating on you.

He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, voice heavy with husk. It was this tone that could send your knees to jelly at any moment. “You miss me, Hancock?” He chided, a sly smirk drawing on his lips. A blush grew on your cheeks, realizing how this probably looked for you.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, dropping your voice into an almost whisper as to not disrupt anyone walking around the two of you. “Are you ghosting me now?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling his dark locks as he bit his bottom lip to avoid laughing at you. His smug appearance was beginning to set fire to your blood. He took a step forward, his arm dropping from lazily holding onto his backpack strap to ghost his fingers over your hand at your side.

Before you knew it, you were tugging him into the bathroom behind you.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch and you’d broken out of a daze as Karl’s body intertwined with yours, pinning you beneath him and the plastic stall divider in the bathroom. The two of you were a fumbling mess, tugging at each other’s clothing looking for more friction and something to relieve the tension that had grown between you. You dug your fingers into his hair as he reached down to grip your ass, pulling your hips roughly against his. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the sensation of him closing more distance between the two of you made you want him more. You tugged at his jeans, ready to commit yourself to whatever he wanted.

He pulled away from you, your lips burning without his connection. He swiftly bunched your skirt up at your waist as you quickly unbuttoned his pants. He wrapped his hand around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up against his side once again before driving himself into you. You groaned as he filled you up, feeling every inch of him as he retracted from you only to press himself deeper into you.

He let out a deep moan, his lips finding yours once again as he began to grind against you, snapping his hips against yours to draw out your pleasure. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and curled your hips at his movements. Each of his sounds were the equivalent of a reward for you, you wanted to earn his approval and get him off almost more than you wanted yourself to. You were thankful for the slight height difference between the two of you as you wrapped yourself beneath one of his arms to grip onto his shoulder, pulling yourself up against him.

Karl’s hand gripped the top of the stall wall, his hips relentlessly bashing against yours, your mind blurring at each of his movements. Whatever frustrations you had previously encountered were quickly dissipating as your hands dug into Karl’s shoulders, his nose in the crook of your neck as his breath cascaded across your chest.

The feeling of his tongue ring against your skin was a picture of solitude as you clawed at his clothed back, silently begging him to ravage you. His hand moved to grip your neck, pushing your head back against the plastic wall. His cheeks were flushed red with exertion, his eyes in a hazy smear of lust. His lips melded against yours in a searing kiss, before his teeth moved to dig into your shoulder. “Look at you, begging me to rail you in a public bathroom like a slut,” he chuckled darkly, his breath igniting goosebumps that spread across your body like wildfire. He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin behind your ear before continuing, “I’m sure your colleagues would love to know how submissive you are.”

He pulled back to make eye contact with you again, wanting to see his effect on you. You groaned as he squeezed his hand, your breath hitching in your throat as he drove himself deeper into you. Seeing his blissed-out, slack-jawed expression alongside his now rapid movements, made stars flash behind your eyes as the urge to cum built within you. He pressed his lips against your flushed cheek as one of his hands returned to the wall behind you, his lips traveling to the crook of your neck as he moved in an upward motion. His newfound momentum sent you clenching around him as you chased your own high, wrapping your leg around his waist. Another moan ripped through your body.

“God, I love how needy you are for me, bunny,” he almost growled in your ear, sending you over the edge unintentionally. He continued to ride against you, drawing himself to finish as you drew him back to kiss him again in a tangle of lust and bliss. After his release, he rested his forehead against your shoulder as the two of you fought to catch your breath. You almost didn’t want him to pull out yet.

He detached from you reluctantly, the two of you straightening your clothes as you pretended you weren’t struggling to stand on your wobbly knees. Your fingers reached up to touch your sore lips still buzzing from the feeling of his rough touch. You felt colder now as the mix of your and Karl’s fluids ran down your thighs, making you feel even more like he had reminded you who you begged for.

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You weren’t sure how you found yourself on the doorstep of Karl’s fraternity, but there you were, ringing the doorbell as various members were packing their cars to leave. You knew Karl was still around, but you’d figured a surprise visit wouldn’t hurt. Plus, after a mutual friend of yours spent the morning talking about a party there, your interest was piqued.

The heavy, wood door popped open, revealing a tall man with broad shoulders. He looked busted up like Karl had previously been. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, straightening up his shirt as if you would care. You sent him a small smile in an attempt to humor him. “Can I help you?” He quizzed in an almost overly polite manner, slicking a hand through his hair.

You bit your lip slightly. “I’m looking for Karl?” You asked more than stated. Frats were nearly the foil to Karl’s aura.

The man’s eyes narrowed in disbelief slightly. “Karl?” His brows furrowed as his gaze traced over you again. You wanted to chuckle, thinking about how Karl would react when you would recount this to him later. “Karl Karl? Like… skinny, nail polish-”

“I’m not sure what’s not clicking for you,” you stated, cutting him off as you sent him an amused look.

His face dropped slightly, clearing his throat as if he was embarrassed. The man stepped to the side, now speaking at the speed of sound about how close he was with Karl. You nodded along to his words, looking around the grand foyer as he led you further into the house. It felt like there were staircases everywhere and Brothers here and there shoving different articles of clothing into bags like they hadn’t done laundry since winter break.

In the midst of the last few people leaving the premises, Karl stood in sweatpants with a box of cereal discussing something with another guy. His eyes moved in your direction fleetingly as if he was checking who had come to visit. Seemingly expecting someone’s mother, he didn’t pay any mind to you until you watched the gears in his head click into place and his eyes snapped back to you with an almost bewildered look. “KARL,” the man beside you called to him. Karl handed the box to the guy he was talking to and made his way towards you. A few of the other guys gave you a once-over as they were leaving, something not unnoticed by Karl.

“What are you doing here?” Karl inquired, fronted and uneasy as he looked around a bit.

You faked a coy persona. “I figured you needed help packing,” you cooed, sending him a wink. Karl fought not to smirk, opting to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something back.

The man beside you moved to wrap an arm around Karl, eyeing you beside him now. Your eyes went wide, flashing a look of confusion to Karl, whose deadpan gaze was cased toward you. “Where have you been hiding her, stud muffin?” The man joked, pinching Karl’s cheek. Karl shrugged him off.

“Don’t you have a plane to catch?” Karl grumbled, making sure to put himself between you and the man.

The man laughed. “Is Karl any good in bed?” He directed at you suddenly and off-topic as if it had been burning in his mind since meeting you, making you choke back a laugh.

“Alright,” Karl muttered, half gesturing you upstairs.

“Have a good break, Jacobs. Don’t run your mouth while I’m gone,” the man joked, voice dripping with a dark kind of venom. He walked backward slightly before turning and leaving the house. You followed Karl to the second floor, your mind racing with questions yet a sense of pride had fluttered within you at the fact that Karl definitely won whatever fight he and the man had been in previously. You cleared your throat slightly as you followed him down one of the hallways. “Who was that guy?”

Karl looked back at you slightly. “Just some douchebag that lives here.” You chuckled slightly at his words. “That’s his room,” he stated, lazily pointing towards one of the open doors as he walked. You grabbed his arm, pulling him through the threshold of the guy’s room. The walls were plastered with various trophies and certificates. “What are you up to?” Karl raised, crossing his arms and watching you move around the room.

“And he just left, right?” You asked, plopping down on the edge of his bed. Karl inhaled deeply as if understanding where you were headed.

He wet his lips. “Yeah, he took a bunch of the guys home too.” You hummed in response to his answer, running your finger along the design of the duvet. Karl leaned against the open door, peering out to see if anyone else was around, but the noise downstairs had silenced.

You crawled further onto the bed, laying on your side as you peered up at Karl. “Were you the one that beat the shit out of him?” Karl only shrugged in response, but his eyes were dancing with amusement. “You know, you were kind of mean to me in the bathroom yesterday,” you beckoned, sighing slightly before continuing. “Calling me a slut and whatnot. Is that up to par with the Tri Phi values?”

Karl snorted. “Kappa Alpha Order actually. We’re a gentleman's fraternity, so historically yes.” You chuckled at his words, shaking your head slightly. You were still rather appalled to find out he was a Brother.

“That guy was kind of a dick,” you mentioned lightly. A devious smirk threatened to break Karl’s calm exterior. You sat up, kicking your shoes off and letting down your hair. “We should teach him a lesson,” you chided, tugging the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him.

Karl crossed his arms, seemingly weighing the consequences of his words. “I don’t know, baby…” He murmured, yet his tone suggested you had already convinced him.

“Awe, is Todd gonna be upset if you fuck me on his bed? In front of all his stupid high school trophies?” You provoked, making him chuckle darkly. He wet his lips as you sat up, nearly begging him to join you.

Karl rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut with his foot and climbing over you on the bed. You were quick to top him though, much to his surprise. “You’re a bad influence,” he groaned. He gripped your forearms smugly, pulling your hands to settle on either side of his head. His lips pressed against yours hungrily as if to cleanse your dirty words.

One of his strong hands slipped against your thigh, grabbing at your ass and urging you to grind against him while the other settled in the crook of your neck. You kissed him brazenly, your need pulsing through your body with your new-found friction. He moved beneath you, smiling against your greedy mouth, knotting his fingers into your hair. You felt him getting harder with each of your movements. You fisted your hands in his jacket as you pulled away from him curling your hips to find your sweet spot. His hand explored your body, gripping your breast as he sucked at the thin skin against your collarbones, moaning into your hair.

God, he wasn’t even inside of you but his encouragement was a high you wanted to ride as long as you could. His fingers dug into your hips and you half hoped he would leave bruises again. You wanted him to mark you.

You moved to press your lips against his neck, raking your teeth against the sensitive skin. He moaned at your actions, fingers yanking your shirt free from where it was tucked into your pants, giving his hands more roaming space. Each of his groans of approval sent heat to your core and an urgency of wanting more of him. Your hands slipped beneath his sweatshirt, slipping it over his head before he leaned up to capture your lips against his again. You pushed him back onto the bed, pulling your own shirt off as his hands threatened to tug at the lacy material.

Despite being trapped between your thighs, Karl was still clearly in control of the situation as he ground his hips up against yours. Both your jeans and Karl’s sweatpants were discarded soon after. You went to slip out of your underwear but he stopped you, something you were somewhat thankful for because, frankly, you didn’t wear the set of lingerie for it to just be discarded right away.

His expression flickered to excitement as your hand instead wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping a few times before you sank onto him, a moan dragging through the both of you. He smiled lazily, his perfect teeth glistening up at you. Veins ran near the tattoo on his neck as his chin tilted up in pleasure as you began to move against him. You ran your fingers into your hair as you bobbed on top of him, your hips rolling against his to draw out ungodly noises from him. He reached one of his hands behind him to grip onto the headboard for some kind of anchor. His other hand dug into your hip, the two of you moving to bring each other closer to climax.

You rocked against him roughly, driving him deeper into you. You could help but rake your nails down his body, causing goosebumps to litter his chest and a groan to hiss from between his lips. You slowed your pace, only to slide one of your hands up to wrap around his neck. A dark expression clouded behind his eyes as if daring you to proceed with your malicious intentions. Pride swelled within you at the knowledge that you could pleasure him this much. Sure, the two of you usually had great sex, but this time it was you who was drawing it out of Karl.

You applied pressure and his hand moved to wrap around your wrist, his head tilting back again as his teeth dug into his lower lip, your hips grinding against him slowly, driving him deeper into you. Sweat had begun to pool at his hairline and near his brow, his cheeks reddening from the stimulation. “You’re so hot,” you almost growled, making his eyebrows perk up, a pleasantly praised expression flashing across his features. You rode him harder, making him moan your name as if it were a curse.

You leaned down, connecting your lips in a searing kiss. Karl pushed himself to sit up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you reached for your orgasms. His teeth dug into your shoulder as your nails dug into his back. At the new angle, he had found your sweet spot and the tension was beginning to unravel deep within you. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, almost reluctantly. Your head dropped back slightly as you felt each movement of his shooting electricity through your body. Your fingers moved to drag through his hair, tugging at his locks and invoking a string of raspy moans to fall from his lips.

Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure. You breathlessly sank further into his arms, his chest rising as he savored the rest of his orgasm. The two of you slumped back against the bed, Karl’s arm resting beneath your head. “I half expected a pin-up on the ceiling, not gonna lie,” you mumbled, your voice jagged.

Karl laughed. “He moved it downstairs for a party,” he joked.

“Charming,” you jeered. After a beat of silence, something crept into your mind. “Do you think I’m the only girl to finish in this bed?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Karl’s face break into a smirk. “I’m not sure, I usually only hear him.”

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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okay but imagine edgy!karl but with the spice of closer by nine inch nails just a thought

EVERYONE: WE'RE TAKING THE SONG AT FACE VALUE CHILLAX

edit by 🍭 anon. step on me.

𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: "... 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋..." | 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

link for Closer by NIN

warnings: smut (18+), thigh riding, vulgar language, temperature play, degradation, domination/submission, phone sex, mentions of alcohol and drinking, frat boys, smoking (inc. weed)

enjoy these vignettes of straight-up filth

other requests:

sorry no thoughts just edgy karl in a band. in all seriousness though i would kill for a band au with anyone

edgy!karl and like temp play? his tongue piercing got extra cold from the ice in his drink or something and then kisses the readers neck or something and the reader shivers and then he gets ~ideas~

sitting on edgy!karls leg in front of the whole frat, just a normal get together until karl starts bouncing his leg

In honor of me losing my voice for 3 days now, can we have Edgy!Karl reacting to you losing your voice because of him? I've said my piece -🍭

Ahhhhh okay so I had this dream where it was edgy Karl but the reader was riding him while he had his arms crossed behind his head and he was smoking a cigarette and just AHHHH. Can you extend on this pwease? :3 -🐙

mk hear me out, edgy karl. Phone sex ?

do you think that for your edgy! Karl fic we could get some more sub! Karl like he gets so drunk and all he wants to do is please the reader - 🥪

intoxicated seggs with karl (obviously not blackout drunk, fully consensual etc)

You weren’t sure how you ended up where you were, or even how Karl ended up where he was, on stage with a guitar slung over his shoulder as if it were made for him. He had gotten a call earlier in the night from a friend of his whose guitarist came down with the flu, and Karl was the only one he knew who could take over on such short notice.

You weren’t even aware he could play, let alone how good he would look in a torn-up t-shirt, lip ring caught between his teeth as he mindlessly strummed along to the music, sweat pooling at his temples from the lights and the exertion. His eyes always darted to you, looking for your flushed appearance as floods of dark themes flooded into your consciousness.

Girls were practically throwing themselves at him, yet with you in the crowd, his lust-blown pupils marked you as his target. As the set drew on, Karl sipped from a beer like the rest of the band, a cigarette dangling from his lips as clouds of smoke mixed into the air of fog. Finally, a cover song came on, one that you knew well. Its heavy beat served as the background music as memories flooded into your mind from when the song had played for the two in the past...

YOU LET ME VIOLATE YOU / YOU LET ME DESECRATE YOU ... YOU LET ME COMPLICATE YOU

You poured yourself a drink as Karl stood beside you, popping an ice cube in his mouth. It was your roommate’s birthday; nothing but a small gathering with a handful of your friends and some music. “Are you iron deficient, Karl?” You queried sarcastically, a nod to his ice chewing habits and a strange visit from your family members.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I already told your grandmother that I’m fine,” he grumbled, teeth crunching down on the cube as if to demolish the story, making you giggle. He moved to step around you, arm wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck, his tongue ring grazing against your skin. You bit back a moan, body shivering at the feeling and he chuckled against your shoulder. “You like that, baby?” He mocked; voice husky at his realization that such a little action could get you excited so easily.

Later that night, Karl traced a path down your body with an ice cube between his pearly white teeth, grey irises watching your every reaction as he stopped at the hemline of your underpants. He traced a line down the lacy garment as you arched your back before pushing himself up on his arms and pushing the cube into your mouth. “Hold that for me, pet,” he stated, breath hot against your cold, wet skin, begging to be touched. His tongue dragged across your collarbones, the cool of the metal in his mouth making you moan around the ice in your mouth, grinding your hips against his.

As his cold mouth pressed against your inner thighs, you bit down on the cube, shattering it in your mouth as Karl chuckled. “We’re gonna have a fun night,” he promised, cold teeth nipping at your flesh to make you whimper.

I’VE GOT NO SOUL TO SELL … HELP ME GET AWAY FROM MYSELF

The club bathroom was dingy and dimly lit, but the cleanliness was the last thing on your mind as your fingers curled around the skin, Karl’s hand wrapped around your throat as he thrust into you roughly. Your makeup was running down your face from his spit and your sweat. The bass of the music was loud enough that it echoed around in the bathroom, setting Karl’s rhythm to his animalistic paces.

You smiled lazily, bliss covering your fucked out expression as he smirked at you in the reflection of the mirror with pride to see you in such a mess at his antics. His blunt nails dug into your hip, slamming your body against him as he used you like some kind of toy. His hand controlled your breathing, making you gasp for air as you rolled your hips against him, calling out his name loud enough to ricochet around the room.

The next morning, you went to answer Karl’s question about what you wanted for breakfast when your voice came out in barely a whisper. You shut your eyes in embarrassment with a hand closing over your mouth as his eyebrows raised at you. “What was that, baby? Let me hear you,” he mocked, walking over to press his thumb against your throat.

You shook your head, refusing to let him gloat about you losing your voice moaning his name the night before. He kissed you roughly, tongue pressing into your mouth to lap at your weak moans. His teeth dragged across your lips. “I said, I wanna hear you. I wanna be reminded how you lost your voice,” he stated darkly, a smug expression plastered across his face.

I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL / I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE

With the party thundering into the night, you swiveled through the crowd of people grinding on each other, plastic cup in your hand as you returned to where Karl and a few of the other frat brothers were sitting. He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as you handed him the drink and picked your cards back up.

You’d been playing strip poker with the other guys, who were mainly drunk out of their mind and half-naked anyway. It also helped that Karl would whisper in your ear to guide you into burning and showing the right cards. He once told you about the group of men that taught him how to play during a trip to his father’s favorite country club.

His legs spread a bit more beneath you, shifting you in his lap to sit on his leg. Shamefully, your breath hitched in your chest, a blush spreading to your cheeks as your nails dug into his arm as if to tell you to stop. He tensed slightly before realizing that the only reason you reacted was because the friction was almost a tension reliever for you. You were already riding on your winning streak, but the last thing you could handle was the feeling of his thigh between your legs and in front of all the men drugged out on smoke and hard liquor.

Karl’s lips pressed to the back of your ear, his hand moving to switch a few of your cards around while the other gripped your waist. As you won the next hand, Todd dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him, rolling his eyes playfully before dropping backward and mumbling about taking a nap before he was dealt in again.

You giggled at him, only for Karl to move his thigh, dragging you against him. You peered over your shoulder slightly, glaring at him as if to tell him to cut it out, but he just smirked at you, holding your hips as he bounced his leg. His lips pressed against your shoulder. “Either you get yourself off or I get you off,” he taunted, the friction making you moan quietly.

MY WHOLE EXISTENCE IS FLAWED / YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD

Karl turned the radio up, tucking his hands behind his head as you dug into his jacket pocket for his lighter. You had him between your thighs, his fingers dragging up your skirt as you took the joint from behind his ear and brought it to your lips, lighting it and inhaling. Something flashing behind Karl’s eyes as you cracked his window. He grabbed your face before you could exhale, making you shotgun the smoke into his mouth. You moaned at the feeling of the drug seeping into your mind as well as Karl feeding off of your high.

He exhaled before pulling you in for a hungry kiss, moaning against your lips and digging his fingers into your thighs. You pulled away from him, pushing him back against the seat and handing him the joint before unzipping his pants. You dug your teeth into his bottom lip as you sank down on his hardened arousal, moaning at the tightening feeling. He groaned, his hand groping your ass to urge you to ride him.

He pulled away from your kiss, resting the joint between his lips as he tucked his hands behind his head. Your hands pushed into his jacket, sliding beneath his shirt as you rolled your hips against his. You pulled your fingers into your hair, tugging at the strands as one of his hands moved to brush below the hem of your shirt, moving to press his fingers into your back.

He watched you intently, teeth biting into his lower lip to keep himself quiet as you moaned. Euphoria spread across his face to mix with the cloud of smoke from the weed. You kissed him again, his tongue ring pressing into your mouth with a groan as you rode him harder, clawing at the friction and moaning at the feeling of his hands on your body.

YOU CAN HAVE MY ABSENCE OF FAITH / YOU CAN HAVE MY EVERYTHING

“What are you wearing?” Karl asked, voice low and tired from the day of traveling; static from the interference on the phone line giving his tone the feeling of an old recorded message. He’d left earlier in the week, leaving after spending the weekend with you to get back home for his brother’s birthday. He’d nearly kidnapped you from your studies to go with him, but with the impending exams, there was no way you could get away.

You plugged in your headphones, moving to lay on your back as you realized what he was up to. “I’m wearing socks,” you stated sarcastically, making him laugh on the other end of the call. You knew he’d be scrubbed of his alternative appearance while in his mother's house. Your mind wandered to how weird it felt to kiss him without his piercings.

He hummed. “Only socks?” He chippered, playful lust dripping from his words as he spoke. You pressed your fingers against your bottom lip, trying your hardest to remember what it felt like with his teeth biting into your skin.

“I’m wearing your shirt, too,” you added; moving your fingers to toy with the hem of the dark t-shirt. You hadn’t even thought twice when you slipped it on earlier. Only now did you realize how nearly pathetic it was after he’d been trapped in your bed hours prior.

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, yeah? You miss me at all?” He chided, making you chew the inside of your cheek. “Come on, tell me how much you miss me, baby.”

You were silent for a moment, his raspy voice sending heat throughout your body. You tried to picture him buried in your hair as he spoke to you, his fingers brushing beneath your clothing in the dark. “I miss you,” you hummed. “It’s cold here alone.” You chewed your lip, you were never good at dirty talk. You could hear your roommate and her group of friends downstairs giggling as they turned on some music, the lyrics drifting through the air vents.

Karl tsked. “I think that’s a lie. I know it’s warm between your legs, dove,” he answered coolly, making your cheeks flush. “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned, your eyes fluttering at his low tone as goosebumps spread across your body.

“Keep talking,” you whispered, your fingers itching to dip beneath the waistband of your underwear.

You could tell he was biting back a smug groan at your quiet plea. “You want me to walk you through touching yourself?” He almost growled. “I wanna hear you cum for me.”

I DRINK THE HONEY / INSIDE YOUR HIVE / YOU ARE THE REASON / I STAY ALIVE

The two of you stumbled into Karl’s room, the sound of music from the party drowning out slightly as he kicked the door shut, pressing his lips against yours as you tugged off his clothes. The back of your legs hit his bed frame, the pair of you tangling together before you rolled on top of him. He pulled your shirt over your head, hands settling on your hips to urge you to grind against him.

The taste of the liquor on his lips sent your head reeling as his cologne and the smell of cigarettes clouded your already muddled senses. Your fingers raked down his tattooed chest, making him groan, his eyes looking up at you submissively.

Whenever Karl was drunk, he always bent to your whim. His dominant mind seemed to flip a switch and all he wanted was to make you feel good. He wanted to be used by you like he always used you.

Heat flushed to your cheeks from the alcohol; you’d beaten Todd in beer pong, again, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have to down a few shots to level the playing field. Your mouth pressed to his again, tugging his pants down his legs before sinking down on him as he moaned deeply.

As you rode him, he moved your hand from off his neck, taking your thumb into his mouth; the metal of his tongue ring swirling against your thumb as his teeth grazed your skin. You moaned at the sight, moving your hand to settle in his hair, tugging his head to the side as your teeth dug into his neck, marking him with your mouth.

He pulled your hips against his, driving himself into you deeper as he thrust against you, making you groan against his skin. You kissed him, driving your tongue into his mouth as you savored his moans of arousal at the feeling of you.

You moved to sit up again, letting the music set your pace as Karl titled his head back in pleasure, teeth tugging his lip ring into his mouth. You clenched around him, just because you knew you could draw him over the edge before you, but his eyes flickered with a willingness to hold out that licked at the fire of determination building your tension.

He sent you a lazy smirk before reaching a thumb between your thighs from where his hands were gripping onto your hips; toying at your nerves and making your vision blur with how good he was making you feel. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, hips rolling against yours. You pressed your mouth to his again, basking in the taste of his words and the liquor that had melted against his tongue; ready the man between your legs to completely ruin you.

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