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So uh about that hidden song..

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Till and Burak Yeter, Berlin, March 2024 © burakyeter

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OHMAMI — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which Quinn fucks his girlfriend in the backseat of his new car

warnings: NSFW!!, p in v (unprotected), semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), light choking, praise, dirty talk, dom!quinn, lots of use of the pet name “baby”, slight religious reference (?), pls let me know if i’m missing any.

notes: inspired by OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic (feat. Maggie Lindemann). 4.6k words.

IMPORTANT: please look up Ferrari GTC4Lusso T interior if you need a better understanding of the car layout

“you’re sure about this?” i mindlessly wander the office of the luxury dealership, my fingertips running over any surface they can touch.

“why wouldn’t i be?” Quinn peers up at me from his spot in a chair, his iphone in his hands, mid-texting his younger brother.

“i don’t know, Q. it’s just a lot of money is all.” shrugging, i shuffle my feet back over to my boyfriend, where i let my hands rest on his shoulders as i stand behind him.

Quinn lets out a chuckle, pulling one of my hands in his and raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss against my knuckles.

“i appreciate the financial concern, baby, but i think i’ll be okay.”

i sigh, moving around to sit on his lap. “okay.”

his arm spindles around my waist as he draws me back, my back flat against his chest. my fingers unconsciously draw shapes on his forearm, near the crook of his elbow, as he continues texting Jack about the big purchase he’s about to make.

i eye his phone, watching the blue and gray bubbles pop up back and forth and hoping we’ll be done here soon.

two hours of looking at cars, Quinn asking a multitude of questions to the salesman; half an hour of paperwork, and another half hour of waiting for said salesman to run Quinn’s name through the system, checking his credit score and whatever various other things needed to buy such a high-end car. i’ve been stuck at this dealership for three hours now, unplanned, as Quinn had pulled into the establishment after our spur-of-the-moment 3pm lunch date, claiming he just wanted to take a quick look at a couple of cars.

“Quinny,” i breathe out, letting my head fall backwards on his shoulder while his hand starts mindlessly rubbing up and down my thigh. “how much longer will we have to be here?”

“i don’t know, baby. hopefully not too much longer.” he locks his phone, setting it on his thigh and using his now free hand to caress my cheek, simultaneously turning my head to look into my eyes.

“is my girl tired?” he coos at the sight of my fluttering eyelids, leaning in to brush his lips lightly over mine.

“mhm” i hum, burrowing my face in his neck. his hand moves as i do, now resting on the back of my head, holding it in its position.

it’s at this moment that the salesman decides to make his re-entrance. “alright! everything checks out, looks good!”

i immediately attempt to pry myself from my boyfriend, but he holds me in place, clearly not bothered by the new company.

“i knew it would!” Quinn smiles back at the man, putting on his usual charm.

“now all we need is that down payment and you’ll be driving out of here in your very own Ferrari!” the salesman, i haven’t bothered to learn his name, chimes. “do you have a credit card you can give me?”

“yep,” Quinn taps my butt, signaling for me to lift it so he can grab his wallet from his pocket. i do so and he unpockets his wallet before pulling me back down on his lap. “here you go.”

the man takes Quinn’s card, taking a seat at his desk and punching the information from the card before handing it back.

“alright,” he grabs a few papers from the printer behind him, stapling them together and scribbling in a few places before sliding them towards my boyfriend. “just sign here, and here.”

Quinn leans forward and his left arm tightens around my waist to keep me situated on his lap, taking the pen in his right hand and autographing his signature twice.

“congratulations!” the salesman grins, handing the new keys to Quinn and shaking his hand.

“thanks, man.” Quinn smiles crookedly, rising from the chair and bringing me up with him.

we follow behind the salesman, back out to the Ferrari that Quinn just bought; which is now parked next to Jack’s Range Rover, in which we drove here.

i take Jack’s keys from Quinn with a sigh. knowing i’m now responsible for getting such an expensive car back to the lake house is a frightening task that i didn’t expect to be doing today, but one i’m now stuck with nonetheless.

“i’ll see you back at the house, yeah?” Quinn smiles. his hand grips my waist, pulling my lower half into his as he lowers his lips onto mine in a breathless kiss.

“yeah, wish me luck. if i get even a scratch on this car, Jack will have my head on a stick.” i gnaw at my lower lip in anxiety, but his free hand comes up to my chin, his thumb pulling my lip free from my teeth.

“nah, he loves you too much. he’d have my head on a stick.” he laughs, before lightly nudging me back towards the car.

“that’s even worse!” i tease. “how am i supposed to explain to the Canucks that their star defenseman is dead because i scratched his brothers car?”

“eh, you’re smart,” he winks, rounding the Ferrari. “you’ll think of something.”

we climb into the respective cars, and Quinn is gracious enough to wait while i adjust the seat to my height before he begins leading the way to the lake house.

the drive is smooth, and when we arrive at the house, Quinn opens my door as i return the seat adjustments back to the way Jack had them.

“see?” he grins, leaning over my body to unbuckle my seatbelt for me. “the car is all good.”

“it better be. that car is my baby.” Jack pipes up from behind him, making Quinn roll his eyes. “if anything were to happen-”

“yeah, yeah.” he cuts him off. “if anything were to happen to it, you would’ve killed her.”

i feign a gasp, jokingly smacking his arm.

“you said he would kill you.” i say in mock shock.

Quinn shrugs. “i was trying to calm your nerves.”

i playfully push him away, hopping out of the car to face Jack, who’s now too busy ogling the Ferrari to pay any attention to his own vehicle.

“i’m gonna go see if your mom needs any help with dinner.” i announce, already stepping towards the house. “have fun showing off your new toy, babe!”

i pass by a horde of guys on my way into the house, bumping hips with Cole, who ends up giggling.

“going to see the new thing?” i ask, and Trevor stops dead in his tracks.

“that thing is a 2022 Ferrari GTC4Lusso.” Trevor explains, as if i understand a single thing he’s just said.

“sure. whatever it is, it cost a lot.” i shrug, carrying on into the house. “enjoy.”

i join Ellen in the kitchen, making myself busy by tossing together the salad ingredients she has on the counter.

we make small talk as we cook, letting the men have their fun gawking at the new car, and enjoying the silence that comes with it.

“do you wanna go tell them dinner is ready?” she more so tells me to do, and i fake a pout.

“do i have to? it’s so peaceful. we could easily just slip out back and eat dinner by the lake without them ever even noticing.” i wiggle my eyebrows enticingly and she laughs, shooing me off towards the front door.

“i had to try.” i giggle out, opening the front door to the gaggle of men. “boys! dinner’s ready!”

they all make their way up the porch and i stand idly by, waiting for my own man to enter the house. finally, he appears at the very back of the group, smirking as he wraps an arm around my waist, walking me to the dining room.

“i was thinking after dinner, you and i could go for a drive. just us.” he pecks a kiss to my cheek as we sit at the table, and i nod.

“sure, sounds nice.” his hand rests on my thigh now, partly covered by my sundress, and i squirm a little at his touch on my bare skin.

it’s been at least three weeks since Quinn and i have been able to do anything past PG-13, him not wanting to risk it while his parents are here, and i’m starting to feel restless.

the smallest touches from him have been causing me to get slick with need, and i squeeze my thighs together to provide myself some friction, but it never helps. like now.

i know Quinn has caught on because his grip tightens just the slightest bit, his thumb beginning to stroke my skin.

“you okay, baby?” he’s teasing me, asking his question in such a sweet tone that anyone else at the dinner table would think he’s just checking in on his girlfriend, but he and i know that isn’t the case.

“mhm” i hum, attempting to ignore his touch as i fill my plate and his.

“now y/n, Quinn is a grown man with two hands; he can make his own plate, honey.” Ellen jests, poking a dig at her eldest son.

“acts of service is her love language, ma.” Quinn pokes back before pressing another chaste kiss to my cheek, muttering his thank you as we begin to eat.

the table is filled with a generous amount of chatting as we eat; Jack telling a story about something that happened in Jersey, Luke telling everyone about how Luca Fantilli got his head stuck in stair banisters… twice, Trevor going on a long-winded rant about a missed goal; but Quinn and i are mostly silent. Quinn because he’s just almost been more of the listen rather than talk type, and me because i don’t trust my voice while my boyfriend is currently inching his hand up the bottom of my dress.

someone seems to catch onto my lack of interest though, because Alex eyes me curiously from his spot in front of me, and then chooses to speak up.

“you’re quiet tonight, y/n.” his statement draws the attention of the rest of the group, their eyes gravitating towards me.

“just tired.” i fib, my voice tight as Quinn’s hand slowly slides towards my inner thigh, now just far enough away that if he spreads his fingers, his pinky will graze against my wet panties. “who knew three hours at a car dealership could be so draining.”

Cole laughs, obviously buying my lie, which causes the rest of the table to chuckle.

“oh yeah, honey. buying a car will do that.” Ellen sympathizes. “the long process sucks the life right out of you.”

the chatter carries on around me and i return to my silence. dinner has long since been finished, and Luke proposes making s’mores for dessert, so Quinn takes that as our chance to escape.

“you guys go ahead,” he starts. his warm touch disappears from my skin as he rises from his chair. “y/n and i are gonna go for a drive. i wanna show her why this purchase was worth it.”

he holds his hand out for mine and i falter, looking between Ellen and him.

“i usually help your mom with the dishes.” i remind him, gesturing towards the table full of plates.

“oh don’t worry about it,” Ellen chimes. “Jack can help me.”

“i- what?” Jack sputters, finally looking away from the phone screen he’s been engrossed in for the past few minutes. “what about me? i was checking the Yankees score.”

Quinn rolls his eyes at his younger brother, shaking his head as he grasps my hand, pulling me up from my seat and leading me through the house.

“we’ll be back in a little bit!” he calls out as we exit through the front door.

climbing into the car, i can feel the excitement radiating off of him.

“okay, i know i’m not a car person, but what is a drive in it supposed to show me?” i ask as he starts the engine. his hand gravitates to the back of my headrest as he reverses out of the driveway, his eyes flicking between the backup camera and the back window of the car.

it should be illegal to be this hot while reversing a car.

fuck, y/n. focus.

“you’ll understand once you ride it.”

i scan his body, my eyes lingering in one specific place.

i can think of something i’d like to ride.

shit, y/n. think with your brain, not your hormones.

“okay.” i drag out, leaning back in the seat and relaxing as he drives down the street.

the car is quiet besides the soft hum of the radio, tuned into a random pop hits station that i know Quinn turned on just for me.

his left hand sits on the steering wheel, while his right reaches over to lay upon my thigh, causing my thoughts to run wild. fantasies and memories of us tangled in the sheets, his hand on my throat as he hovers above me, or better yet; his hand in between my legs, his fingers working me toward my orgasm.

i can feel my skin get red and hot, as i imagine all the ways i would be with him if we weren’t stuck in a house full of people.

… but we’re not there now.

Quinn exits onto the highway, the car speeding up as he does so, and i glance toward the back seat.

it’s small, but we could make it work.

my hand snakes up to sit on top of his and his eyes flicker towards me, a soft smile resting on his lips at the sweet gesture. and i let him believe that for a few minutes before i’m pulling his hand up my thigh, closer towards my soaking core.

“baby-” he breathes out, his words failing him when he finally feels how wet i am.

“we’re all alone.” i state, my head lolling back against the seat as his fingers start stroking me through my panties like they have a mind of their own.

“baby, i’m driving.” his voice is strained, a vein popping out on his neck as he clenches his jaw.

my hand leaves his, instead reaching over to palm him through his jeans, in which his left hand leaves the wheel to lightly swat mine away.

“i can’t drive if you do that.”

i huff but it blends into a moan as his thumb begins to circle my clit.

“so, pull over.” i suggest, ready for something more.

he’s hesitant, i can tell, so i pull out the secret weapon.

“please, daddy.” i whimper, reaching over to palm his now hard cock once more.

“fuck.” he curses, switching lanes to get off on the next exit.

he quickly finds a mostly abandoned lookout, only one other car parked on the other side of the lot, and switches into park.

his eyes are cloudy with need as he turns to look at me, his fingers still working themselves on my bundle of nerves. my breaths come out in heavy pants that mingle with moans.

“faster.” i plead, but rather than obeying my lust-hazed command, he pulls his hand away completely. i mewl at the loss of touch, but his hand winds up to the base of my neck, his grasp just light enough to remind me who’s in charge, but not tight enough to do any harm to my air supply.

“you don’t call the shots here, darling.” he whispers before pulling me by his grip into a bruising kiss.

his tongue brushes against mine and his teeth bite down on my lower lip, making me whimper. when he pulls away, i can just barely make out his features within the darkness of the Ferrari.

“get in the back.” he orders and i scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt, climbing over the center console and into the divided backseat.

rather than joining me by climbing back, Quinn exits the car, rounding the front and opening the passenger side door. he pulls the passenger seat forward, climbing in on his knees and shutting the door, the seat still pulled as far forward as it’ll go.

his arms hook around my legs, pulling me forward so that i’m slumped in the seat, my ass sitting on the edge. he looks up at me with dark eyes, placing my legs over his shoulders as he leans forward.

his hands glide up my legs, bunching my sundress up to my waist. his tongue licks a stripe over my clothed cunt and i shudder, my left hand attempting to grip at the leather of the backseat center console, as my right finds itself tangled in his hair.

he pulls away, despite my attempts to hold him in place, and his fingertips play with the waistband of my lacy yellow panties.

“beg me.” he insists, teasing me by hooking his fingers in the sides of my underwear, but not making any further moves.

“please, Quinn.” i plead, and he pulls one side away from my skin then lets it snap back into place, causing me to jolt.

“uh-uh.” he shakes his head, backing away just slightly.

“please, daddy, please.” i cry out, attempting to pull him in again. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

“yeah?” Quinn taunts, slowly pulling my panties down my legs as i lift myself just barely from the seat. he knocks my legs from his shoulders, pulling the under garment off and throwing it in the front seat.

“mhm.” i nod my head wildly, my brows raising as i do so. “i’ll be so good. just please, please, do something.”

Quinn wastes no more time, pushing one of my legs up to hook over the backseat center console as the other hooks over his shoulder. he dives down, licking up my heat like a man starved.

his tongue circles my clit and my head drops back, but he provides a swift smack to my thigh to remind me to look at him. one of his rules.

i bite my lip to try and muffle my cries of pleasure, his hand rising to pull the top of my dress down just enough for my breasts to pop out. he grips one, harshly squeezing before he pinches at my nipple.

my jaw drops open, a breathy moan escaping my lips as my back attempts to arch in the small space.

“fuck!” i cry out, tugging at his hair. “yes, daddy!”

he shifts between sucking on clit to licking in my cunt, fucking me with his tongue. my hips stutter and he holds my leg open as it tries to unhook itself from the console in order to close on his head.

i tug again at his hair, pushing his head further into me, and he moans, the vibrations flowing straight into my core. i cry out again, the familiar knot in my stomach slowly building the longer he continues.

“please!” i whine. “please, make me come!”

Quinn’s dips down to show more love to my pussy, and his nose brushes against my clit, my hips immediately beginning to grind against him. my legs begin to shake and i can feel myself getting closer and closer to release.

“right there! don’t stop!”

i’m sure anyone outside the car can probably hear my screams, but it doesn’t deter me. too busy chasing my high to care what anyone else may think.

of course, Quinn doesn’t listen, knowing my body well enough to know exactly what will set me off. his lips close around my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, and it only takes a few moments for me to reach the edge.

“i’m gonna come! fuck, i’m gonna come!” i warn him but he only pushes deeper, flicking his tongue faster against the button of nerves, and i let out a guttural moan as i finally let go, coming on his face. he laps at my release, riding me through my orgasm, only stopping once i begin to twitch at the feeling.

“now you see why i won’t do anything at the house?” he teases, smirking as he wipes at the juices on his chin with the back of his hoodie sleeve. “you’re so vocal. i love it, but i don’t want anyone else hearing your sounds. they’re just for me.”

my hand hook around the nape of his neck and i pull him up to my face, pressing my lips against his. he moans into the kiss and i can taste myself on his lips; slightly sweet, slightly salty, and it turns me on; pushing me towards another round.

i release him from my grasp, lightly shooing him backwards and fiddling with the button on his pants.

“i want you to fuck me.” i breathe out, pulling his zipper down.

“oh yeah?” his smirk grows, clearly not expecting any more than we just did.

“yes, please.” i nod, pulling his pants down, his erection popping free and slapping against his clothed torso. “please fuck me, daddy.”

i maneuver myself onto my knees, slowly bending myself over the center console, allowing my right leg to straighten some, my foot dropping down to the floor of the car as the other leg stays bent on the backseat; allowing him a full view of my glistening pussy.

“since you asked so nicely, baby.” Quinn joins me on the seat, knelt behind me at a slightly awkward angle as he pulls his pants down some more.

i bite back a giddy smile, waiting impatiently for him to fill me up, and i’m not disappointed when i look back to find him grasping his cock. he runs it through my folds a few times, lubing himself up with my release, and i arch my back to better accommodate him.

my eyes roll back, a moan bubbling up my throat as he pushes his tip into my entrance, thrusting in just slightly before pulling back and repeating.

“daddy, please.” i whine, still frustratingly horny and awaiting his full size.

it doesn’t take any more begging than that, Quinn suddenly bottoming out inside me.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” he groans, but i’m too busy choking out my own cries to reply.

he begins thrusting slowly, and i nearly let out a sob of relief at the feeling.

“whadd’ya think?” he asks, his voice strained as he thrusts into me, fucking my hips into the leather of the center console. “how does my cock feel, fucking your greedy little pussy?”

“so good!” i exclaim, pushing back against him. my eyes squeeze shut as his hand wraps around my throat, the other gripping my hip. “feels so good!”

“love watching your ass bounce off me as i fuck you like this.” he groans and his dirty talk succeeds in making me clench around him, causing him to moan.

i peek back to find his head thrown back, his jaw slack and his eyes firmly shut for a moment before he looks back down, making eye contact with me.

he leans forward, his front pressing against my back as he kisses my lips, nipping at my lips before he pulls back and continues fucking into me at a faster rhythm.

my head drops forward, my hair curtaining my face, and i let out a cry of pleasure as he begins rubbing my clit.

my back arches again, and i whimper when his hand leaves my throat in order to smooth down my spine, pushing my back down further.

“taking me so well.” he praises, thrusting harder than before, and i can feel the knot that had just come undone, tangling back together. “such a good girl for me.”

”only for you, daddy.” he continues his assault on my clit and the sensation mixed with the fullness of him pushing into me makes my legs begin to shake once more.

i can feel his dick pulsating, and his strokes become sloppier, assuring me that he’s close. i clench around him, my eyes rolling back and stars dancing in my vision.

“oh god, i’m coming!” i announce.

Quinn grips my hip tight, “god isn’t in this car, baby.”

my hips begin to falter in their movements, my body locking up and my breath catching in my throat as i come for the second time tonight.

my orgasm spurs on his; his hips stuttering and his breathing falling heavy, a grunt escaping his lips as he finishes inside of me.

his thrusts stop, the car falling silent except our heavy pants as we catch our breath. the windows are fogged, the scent of sex lingering around us.

Quinn pulls out of me and i slump against the center console, listening to him pull his pants back up. he pulls my sundress back down to cover my ass before he sits, gripping my hips and pulling me back and onto his lap, my back now pressed against the side of the car.

my head lolls sideways onto his shoulder, my eyes closed, and he chuckles, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. caressing my cheek, he pecks a soft kiss onto my nose and the corners of my lips twitch up in a smile.

“worth the wait?” he questions and my eyelids flutter open. i nod, craning my neck to kiss his cheek, and he smiles.

“my girl needs some sleep, huh?” he asks, and i nod again, but make no moves to get up. “let’s get you home.”

my limbs feel like jello as i climb out of the car, letting him out before i push the passenger seat back and sit back down, buckling up. Quinn rounds the car, climbing into the drivers side and starting the engine once more.

but before beginning to drive, he reaches down and pulls my panties out from under his thigh. laughing, he hands them back to me, and i giggle as i pull them back on.

the ride home is mostly quiet, my head resting against the cool glass window and our hands laced together, with his right one back in its place on the steering wheel.

“well,” i start as we pull into the driveway, my voice hoarse from my earlier cries. “we christened the car.”

Quinn lets out a hearty laugh, letting go of my hand to put the car in park and turn off the engine.

he jumps out of the car as i unbuckle, making his way around to my door and letting me out.

“what do you think the odds are that they’ll be asleep?” he grins as i pretend to ponder his question.

“your parents? one hundred percent. everyone else? maybe twenty percent.” i joke and he shrugs.

“i’ll take those odds.” we make our way up the porch and he unlocks the door, attempting to stay quiet in order to sneak past any stray boys still in the open space of the house.

but luck is officially not on our side as we open the front door to the living room full of his brothers and their friends on the couch playing video games.

Quinn quietly curses as heads turn to look at us, and Trevor is the first to put together our long drive and our disheveled appearances. he busts out in laughter, pointing between my boyfriend and i.

“oh you guys fucked.” he cackles, wheezing in amusement.

Jack and Luke’s noses scrunch for a moment before they too join in on the laughter, but luckily Alex and Cole just shake their heads at their friends.

“you guys are so immature.” Quinn scoffs, lacing his hand in mine as we head toward the stairs, up to our bedroom.

“in the new car, guys? seriously?” Jack calls out, and his older brother rolls his eyes, continuing up the stairs.

“goodnight!”

[boy-oneder]

I see the smallest glimpse of belly peeking out and I lose my damn mind 👀🥵

🎥 by aza.metal

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Till in Zwickau, 19-03-2024 @ baerbelhopf

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Falkus Biography

Warnings: mentions of self harm, death, gore, and gradually losing one’s sanity. Also, it’s not proofread.

Note: shoutout to dear @takiisieju-moved for listening to me screaming about him and for helping me with his backstory!

General Information

Full Name: Falkus

Name Meaning: Iron hand

Nicknames/Alias:

Lord Falkus

God of Metals

Protector of Metalrealm

Smiling God

Age: unknown

Date of Birth: unknown

MBTI: ENTP-T

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/She/They he doesn’t care

Sexuality: Graysexual (any genders)

Species: Diety

Race/Ethnicity: none

Current Place of Residence: Metalrealm

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Jeffery Dean Morgan

Voice Claim: Till Lindemann

Skin: a little bit dry, has wrinkles. It’s gray and if you look closely, you’ll see that it’s somewhat shiny as if it has glitter on it.

Height: 6’5

Weight: 198 lbs

Eye Color: totally white

Hair Color: Titanium White

Hair texture: Thin and straight

Body Type: muscular

Prominent Features:

Dimples

Beautiful mustache

Cyberwares on his face, fingers, arms and back

Broad Shoulders

Sharp jaw

Clothing Style: Falkus is usually seen wearing a sleeveless blue leather robe with a piece of cloth attached to it which covers his chest and shoulders. It’s accompanied by purple harness, and a light blue scarf. He almost always wears metal gauntlets to conceal the self harm scars on his forearms. For storage, especially for his cigarette supplies, he wears a white waist bag. Also, he wears white leather boots with metal armor around it.

Personality

Positive Traits: Intelligent, patient, confident, good with words, adaptable to change

Negative Trait/Flaws: remorseless, manipulative, antisocial, vengeful, impious, stubborn, dishonest, sadistic, aggressive, low self esteem, narcissistic

Hobbies: making cigarettes, dancing, cooking

Likes: Making cigarettes, dancing, traveling, going shopping, cooking,

Dislikes: mortals,

Goals: Destroy the Cult of the Elder Gods and gain his freedom.

Fears: Failing in this quest and remain a puppet for the rest of the eternity, not having Ombra on his side anymore

Health

Physical Health: Since he’s a god, he has pretty good physical health, except that he has several scars on his body most of which are from self harm.

Mental Health: oh boy, I’ve talked a lot about how fucked up he is. He’s a literal psychopath who is willing to do anything to achieve his goals without the tiniest remorse. He is quick to choose violence. Falkus is this always cheerful and friendly god, but that is all just a mask he created for himself. He IS friendly, but actually he keeps people at arms length. He only introduces a made up version of himself which means the chances are pretty low for someone to see the real him. The real Falkus, however, is a broken god who has nothing left to lose.

Phobias:

Fighting Attributes

Abilities/Powers:

Ferrokinesis - Falkus is able to manipulate all kinds of metal. He can also create them out of thin air.

Heat and electricity manipulation - He can only manipulate them through metals.

Sound manipulation - He can only manipulate it through metals.

Blood manipulation - He can manipulate it the iron in the blood.

Skills:

Martial arts and self defense

Despite being an ancient god, he knows how to use gadgets

Using melee weapons

Strengths:

Ranged combat

His height

Adaptable to change

Weaknesses:

Strong electricity

Extreme heat

Prone to violence

His self harm scars and the fact that his hands shake uncontrollably under emotional pressure.

Weapons:

He can create a variety of melee blades with his power.

Relationships

Family: none

Friends/Allies:

Ombra

Quan Chi

Shinnok

Cetrion

Kronika

Kano

Enemies:

The Elder Gods

The Cult of the Elder Gods

Raiden

Fujin

Hotaru

Argus

Delia

The Special Forces

Love Interest:

None (for now at least)

Backstory

Eons ago, when the Elder Gods defeated the One Being and created the realms, they decided to create weaker beings known as protector gods in order to guard the realm, and most importantly, the consciousness of the creatures living in them. To preserve their power and position, the Elder Gods needed a system to keep the mortals’ minds in utter darkness, so they established the Order of The Elder Gods. The protector gods’ main function and purpose was to blindly serve this order.

However, one of the realms contained a slightly bigger portion of the One Being’s consciousness which eventually led to “metal magic” being formed in that realm, and the people to be more susceptible to becoming conscious and aware. This realm needed a much more powerful god therefore the Elder Gods gathered a bit of each one their essence to create Falkus, the god of metals.

Falkus was gifted with the divine and perilous power of manipulating all kinds of metal. Falkus was dictated to be kind, selfless and wise, so he wouldn’t use his immense power in any ways that was unpleasant to The Elder Gods. He was a weapon.

Falkus began his duty while learning more about the cult and how to serve it properly. But well, everything comes with a price. In order to protect the Metalrealm, the most valuable thing he had, he had to kill many parts of himself. And just as the Elder Gods desired, he was very much willing to do that.

He didn’t need to sleep. He didn’t need to eat. He was merely a machine on high alert to exterminate any threats on sight. And to be honest, he did enjoy it because Metalrealm was everything he had.

But while fulfilling his duty as an obedient dog, he gradually realized that there isn’t anything in him for him to call a self. He couldn’t even permit himself to fall in love because well, he didn’t want his lover to be crushed under the pressure; just like what he was beginning to feel.

But sadly, he fell in love with a mortal man. He thought maybe he could make things work out. He was a powerful god, wasn’t he?

But in the end, he lost the only person who reminded him of himself. He simply walked out of his life. Who wanted an unavailable husband who was out there saving asses almost all the time?

Falkus was broken from the inside. Episodes of derealization and depersonalization became worse and more often. Symptoms of depression began to bloom in his every day life.

He was falling apart.

After that, he became scared of intimacy. He wasn’t going to fall for anyone, or make anyone to fall for him ever again. The walls around his heart were growing higher and higher.

And that doomed day arrived. Falkus was informed that a group of rebellions attacked one of the cultists in a sanctuary in Metalrealm. And, obviously, it was Falkus’s duty to eliminate them as soon as possible. Even though he wasn’t in any shape to do it, he tracked them down anyhow. Eventually, he found their outpost. Then, the Elder Gods directly ordered him to sabotage.

He tottered all the way to the outpost, and upon arriving, he learned that a group of rebels were already sent to launch an extensive attack. Currents of panic flooded his chest. Many innocent people would die if he didn’t get there immediately, and even the soldiers couldn’t do much. He didn’t care about the cultists anymore. Metalrealmers needed him more than anything, but there he was; executing Elder God’s stupid orders. And he couldn’t care less about the consequences of defying them.

Briefly, he abandoned the arena and ran to the promised location. However, it was pretty late. He fought and exterminated those rebels, eventually. But he couldn’t protect everyone just because the cultists were the Gods’ sweethearts. Falkus’s gaze wandered to a child drowning in his own blood. He felt like all of the buildings nearby collapsed on his head. He fell to his knees, and brought the child’s bloodied head to his chest. A few minutes later, his face was wet with thick streams of tears and his wail echoed in the ruins and ashes. The Elder Gods would step on anyone and anything just to maintain their power and control. He was just a tool and mortals were victims.

The day after, the Elder Gods summoned him. Not only did he defy them, but he also prioritized the lives of some metalrealmers instead of a couole of helpless cultists. He deserved to die, or at least be banished to the Netherrealm. But the real problem was that they needed him. He was too powerful and useful to be put aside so easily.

The Elder Gods declared his penalty: He was not allowed to leave Metalrealm under any circumstances. When he heard this, he could only laugh, hysterically. His hatred for them erupted, and he had mental breakdown before all of them. He told them that no one was powerful enough to protect the Metalrealm, and that they’d fail without him. In conclusion, his punishment was reduced in severity. He could exit the realm, but he was not allowed to use his powers outside.

This was enough to send him through a panic attack. Metalrealm was all he existed for. It was the nearest definition he knew of himself. And the cult was taking it from him just like it took everything else.

After a while of isolating himself, he learned about Delia’s vision about a near future: a girl raising armies against the cult. Falkus made his decision. He wanted his freedom no matter what, even if it meant using an innocent girl.

Falkus was reborn, and he was going to return himself to him.

[anwiel13]

Big fuck you to all these protesters 😆😆 I love him 😄

How did he get that shirt done so fast?! I love it! Genius!! The man knows how to laugh at himself!

[n4n3x]

A jehovások már a spejzban, ajtóban szomszéd lakásban vannak

Szóval az van hogy először megjelent mindenki postaládájában a közel a vég szórólap. Ez ment is a kukába… Aztán jöttek téríteni is.. - Na akkor a lépcsőházsor csoportjában ingerülten meg is kérdeztem hogy oszt ezeket a kreténeket melyik agyhalott engedte be? Aztán a komment szekcióban mazsolázva kiderült hogy a többi lépcsőházba is bejutottak, és mindenki tagadta a beengedésüket..

A probléma utána 2 napra elhalt, aztán hétfőn a mellettem lévő lakásból elkezdődött a szent mise podcast ami streamelve lett a lépcsőházba, amit videóra vettem, és átküldtem a közös képviselőnek (3. lépcsőházban lakik) szakvéleményezni, mire ő átjött, és mondta hogy nála a szembe szomszéd ilyen, ugyanis kiderült hogy lépcsőházanként beköltözött 1-1 lakásba 2-2 db jehova tanúja.

Mondtam neki hogy van AWS CD-m, meg 3 utas hifim, meg szünetmentes tápom (tiszta szinuszos) csapassak-e vissza egy kis temetetlen halottat?

Azt mondta igen, mire a szembe lakásból is kinyílt az ajtó, hogy ő Rammsteint fog csapatni nekik ha én befejeztem.

Nem is kellett több, mint a jóasszony tekertem 2-t a hifi gázrezsó tekerőjén jobbra, beraktam a CD-t, tűz.

Fél órán keresztül kiabált a Siklósi Örs hogy Valahol van Isten, de hogy itt nincs abban biztos.

Lekapcsoltam a zenét, a mise podcast abbamaradt, de rá egy 2 percre meghallottam hogy Till Lindemann nekikezdett Du hastot kántálni. Az is szólt kb fél órát majd abbamaradt.. - Ezzel én azt gondoltam hogy ez jelzés értékű volt a szent lelkeimnek hogy a ház nem kultiválja az efféle zajkeltést, valamint a mise maradjon a templomban, vagy legalábbis fülhallgatón keresztül a saját fejükbe menjen.. - Nagyobbat nem is tévedhettem volna.

Kedd - Hazamentem, 1 óra szuszi, majd ír a közös képviselő hogy menjek, mert ott is elindult a hangos misepodcast. Nem is kellett több, vittem a hifi/szünetmentes/CD csomag triumvirátust, be is röffentettem, majd hangosan meghallgattuk Diószegi Kikit ahogy elmeséli hogy elege van sok gyökér arcból.. Nem tellik bele sok idő, kopogtatnak, közben végiggondoltam pár dolgot: 1.) közös képviselő pecója, annak nem nyomnak fel mert annál vagyok 2.) ha ránkkúrják a villanyórát, a 650-es UPS-t nem érdekli 3.) ha megtámad, akkor ott a nagykés kéztávolságon belül a késtartón a konyhabejárat szélén Közben a csoport chatbe látom hogy akcióba lendültek mindenhol, nekiálltak hitet téríteni, szóval abban a pillanatban a lépcsőház facebook csopijába kiírtam hogy akihez becsengetnek a jehovások mondja hogy rendszeres véradó+most kezd bele a pentagram rajzolásba. Ajtót nyitva némi vita alakult ki hogy a hangos mise vagy a Down for Whatever / AWS CD-e a jobb, valamint az egyik hölgyről kiderült hogy pályakezdő pedagógus és a minimál fizetésének egy jó részét leadja az egyháznak. Őt sikerült meggyőzni hogy a világvége az majd jön amikor jön, egyszerűbb ha teszi a dolgát a meglévő életbe, meg menjen el valami szórakozóhelyre barátkozni, mert kiderült hogy barátai se nagyon vannak. Ő felmérgelődve távozott a lépcsőházból, tisztelt exkollégája elküldött minket a pokol tüzére, majd becsapta maga után az ajtót.

Szerdán hazaértem, 1 óra szuszi, majd ~17:40 körül zongoraszó valamint ének podcast ment a folyosóra, miszerint csak 1 megváltó van, és el kell nyernünk kegyelmét, mert közeledik a vég, szóval én rutinosan benyomtam a hifin, és Diószegi Kikin keresztül hangosan jelezvén hogy bomlott elmék, gőgős hangon hirdetik a haragot, a szám végével elnémult a zongora/ének.

És akkor elérkeztünk a mai naphoz, ma elvileg becsomagolom a párom szülinapi ajándékát, magam is kíváncsian várom hogy munka után lesz-e podcast/stream/esetleg kopogtatás..

[voidvannie]

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝗘𝗫𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✦. ── 🎶it's the little things you do that make me want you and the not so little things that make me need you. 🎶 things, maggie lindemann

✦. ── pairing: trevor zegras x grayson kelce

✦. ── main masterlist things masterlist

✦. ── in which . . . travis accidently exposes grayson and trevor's relationship on the new heights podcast

✦. ── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝟷𝟹, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

"gray, have you seen your sister?" kylie walks into the living room with ellie on her hip and her pregnant belly sticking out, looking over at her daughter who was scrolling on her phone.

grayson looks away from the episode of grey's anatomy she had been watching, shaking her head, "i thought she was with you. i'll go check downstairs with dad."

"thank you." kylie sends her a thankful smile as she sits on the couch, "i would but i'm out of breath."

the black-haired girl lets out a giggle as she heads towards the stairs that lead down to what use to be the basement, but her dad had turned into a room where he had all his podcast equipment set up.

valentines was tomorrow and since trevor was at an away game, her dad has called and asked her if she would come down to philadelphia to watch her sisters so that he could take kylie out for one last date night before bennett, the newest kelce child was born in a few days.

of course, the nineteen-year-old agreed because she absolutely loved her little sister, but because she also wanted to be there wherever kylie had the baby.

"dad? is wy down here?"

"is that my biggest baby?!" travis's voice floated into the room as grayson got closer to where her dad was sitting in his chair, wyatt sat in his lap. "baby k!"

grayson leaned down so she was in camera view, smiling a bright white smile at her uncle, "uncle t!"

"what's up, my beautiful niece?!" travis shared the same smile for the niece that he had not only helped raised but grown up with. a confused look flashed across his face, "shouldn't you be in california to celebrate valentines with little zegras tomorrow?"

"uncle travis!" grayson's eyes grow wide along with his and her dad's, her jaw dropping in disbelief, "please tell me that you can edit that out?"

"uh, no not really." jason shakes his head at his daughter, "today's episode is live. i mean, live live."

"oh, my god." grayson throws her head back before she reaches for wyatt, "c'mon, wy. let's see if we can get uncle trevor to answer his phone and tell him about uncle travy's big mess up."

"i'm sorry, gray." travis has a guilty expression on his face.

"no, it's okay." she sighed, laying her head on top of wyatt's as her little sister rested her head on grayson's shoulder, "it was gonna get exposed sooner or later."

"what's with the droopy face?" kylie questioned as her daughters come back up the stairs, "looks like someone kicked your cat down the stairs."

"uncle travis just exposed my relationship with trevor on their live podcast."

"of course he did."