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like it's hard?

guess my kink.
don't look now, but somebody slapped a button on you that reads "GUESS MY KINK." good thing Bakerstreet never backs down from any clashes of wits...and a chance to humiliate and be horny at the same time.
how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.
how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.
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[ That's not who he wants to talk to the most, anyway. He doesn't remember Sam's body, he doesn't remember what he did in the end. He's convinced she's alive and just out there hating him. Number one Washington fan took a turn. ]
But I'm not entirely clear what allowing you to really help me would involve.
[ He's not dumb. Emotional conversations are just a struggle to keep up with. ]
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The conversation isn't exactly an easy one, and Bob is trying to avoid certain, blatant points because phrasing matters, and he has to be gentle with this so he can actually get Josh on board.]
You know what I mean. [He says softly, his voice a quiet murmur right next to his ear, chin still resting on his shoulder.]
Let me... feed you. [It almost sounds innocuous, until the actual intent is pushed into place.]
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[ At least he's honest? He's trying to give this pitch enough energy and thought, so he has to focus on it alone. He has to pull back a little though, try to look at his face. ]
I don't know how much I can control this shit if I actually give in a little.
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I don’t think you can hurt me, babe… I don’t think… Sentry would let it happen.
[He is… wildly overpowered for someone like… like Bob. It’s more power than he was ever meant to have. He still doesn’t understand how he was spared in an experiment that killed every single other test subject.
He ignores it. Pretends it’s not there and focuses all of his energy at Watchtower instead. Cleaning, dishes, laundry… he keeps up that side of things. Easy, repetitive work that passes the time if nothing else.
But he knows it’s there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be reached for again. ]
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Are you ready for that?
[ It's very much like he hid his own other side, he thinks. Except a hell of a lot more complicated. ]
I can handle myself no matter what. It's about what you can stand after.
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[He realizes he might sound a little delusional… he has no counterpoint. That’s the whole thought.]
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[ It's - kind of a thing, and he has to make a deliberate point of it. So for the first time ever, he tries to bring them out by choice, rather than it just happening.
The problem is he doesn't really know how to do that, and in the end it's more like a feral baby monster mouth than anything. He can feel it's a weak result.
He Tried. ]
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I know it’s scary, and I know I’d argue against it if it was the other way around… but you’d be just as insistent about helping me, right? [He doesn’t need Josh to answer that question because he already knows the truth.
Still. He frames his boyfriend’s face with both of his hands.] I already know you don’t trust anyone else enough for this… it’s me, or… nothing. And I don’t think you can keep going on nothing forever. [He kisses him softly.] C’mon… please…?
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[ Like. How is he supposed to bring out the real teeth? He can't do anything with whatever's going on now. He huffs, frustrated with the fact that whether he cooperates or not, he's kind of fucked. ]
Where would I bite you, anyway? What's least risky?
[ Maybe he can make it happen if he closes his eyes and concentrates on the permanent smell of meat he's constantly filtering out around everyone, but he's afraid of that.
He doesn't want to cross and never go back. ]
Idk why this is so funny to me… I blame the Magnus archives lmao
I mean- [He realizes this is an awkward way to say it but it’s already coming out of his mouth before there’s time to stop it.] somewhere meaty, I guess?
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But that's weird, you know?
[ He can't help but give him a quick kiss, it's just required at this point. ]
You're weird. I love you.
[ That's also required to say, okay? But now he's considering how to actually do this. If he forces and jumps into it, he won't have time to think it through. ]
Look, I'm not picking where. Feels like too much. Offer something up.
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He kisses him back and scrunches his nose at the comment.] I love you, too. [A beat. Two.] And if it's weird to support your boyfriend's very specific dietary needs, I don't wanna be normal.
[He smiles a little and runs his fingers through Josh's hair.] I won't make you pick. Just thinking out loud. [He thinks he gets why Josh doesn't want to make that choice, it's too much like the idea of eating his own kills, when he gets deer for Hannah, just something he can't force himself to cross the line on. And he's barely just starting to entertain this offer at all, so Bob doesn't mind being decisive on this.]
Let's go with thigh, okay?
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[ He considers where they are, though, and scrutinizes the door to the cinema room. He can't really tell - ]
We're moving if this place doesn't have a lock on the door. If someone walked in, they could heavily misunderstand and then I'd be toast.
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No lock in here, where do you want to go? [His own room seems most logical- but Josh is already feeling some type of way about this whole thing, and maybe that would be a link too far?]
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[ Because if that's true, that's a concern to him. He considers the question - his room would make sense and he could be okay with it, except one thing. ]
There's probably going to be a mess? It has to be somewhere that can be cleaned with little fuss.
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[Limits. He hasn't tested them. Mostly because he's been too busy burying his head in the sand over his abilities after The Void Incident.]
Shower, then?
[The planning and logistics part of this feels... strange in a way he can't quite pinpoint. Maybe that's how it should feel when you're offering the Hannibal Lite Dinner Plate to your own boyfriend, though... At least, if this does become more than a one-off thing, they'll have this part under them already. Though he won't discount that Josh might just... not be able to repeat it, but in that case, they'll just pivot and shift to some other idea. He can't just watch Josh deteriorate in front of him.]
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[ He doesn't get up yet, though. He just moves in close and takes in his warmth, the feel of him, his scent. He closes his eyes for a long moment, then finally stands. ]
Let's get it done.
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He lets Josh choose whether to linger closer or put some kind of distance between them as they walk out of the cinema room; if he seems receptive to it, he tangles their fingers together as they weave through the tower.]
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So how are we doing this?
[ Forgive him, he's already dissociated a bunch away. ]
oops this became a whole ass novella
But simple doesn't mean easy and he knows this is crossing just about every damn line Josh has tried so hard not to cross in the wendigo situation. But... it's still a little jarring to hear him cut straight to the quick like that once they're in the room.]
First- [He turns, linked fingers squeezing gently as his free hand comes up to curl around one side of Josh's face, thumb trailing gently across his cheek. He's making this whatever sense of <>' better that he can, all things considered.] Baby, just remember... I gave you permission. And it'll be okay... [He leans in to press a kiss to the middle of his forehead.] You'll see.
[That all said... he drops his hand away from Josh's face and he shifts so they're side-by-side again. If Josh hasn't let go of his hand, then they're still linked, because Bob's doing everything he can to comfort him, despite everything.]
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Things are coming back to him, dissociating something away doesn't always last. ]
You said thigh, right? You'll need to strip a little.
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At the question, he nods a little.] Mm-hmm.
[The whole process feels awkward, but he'd already decided on the walk over here, he wouldn't let any hesitation show. He'd never get Josh this far again if he seemed apprehensive now, it'd just be game over, back to square one.
So, there's nothing shy or awkward about him as he slips out of his jeans and sets them aside, only a loose t-shirt and boxers now, and heads over to sit on the shower bench. There's a sharp intake of breath because- wow, okay, jesusfuck that's cold!]
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You know you paint a pretty picture, right? Let me appreciate a moment, or I'll get up there and be too distracted to remember the real task.
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He points a playfully accusatory finger at him, eyes narrowed in jest.] No distractions, mister. We're here for a purpose.
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[ He moves in closer, enough that he's standing close enough for their legs to touch. He removes his overkill amount of layers of shirts, because there's no telling if blood might get on them or not.
He's probably even skinnier at this point, and now that he's revealed it, he doesn't meet his eyes. ]
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Autocorrect like monster teeth? You mean monster TRUCK
#CloseEnough #Probably ; ...they're both so awkward rn 😭
Literally the icon, okay, including the notches
👀
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bob is lowkey like "was that weird or nah?"
Cw definitely cannibalism
CW cannibalism
Cw possession/cannibalism
Re: Cw possession/cannibalism
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