#but i see a bandwagon i eat a bandwagon

[disturbnot]

fine, fiiiiine, i'll make one of those are-you-my-type bingos for ash OTL

[nombitenary]

you people reblog shit Fast got damn okay i am going to make some sort of beast or perhaps a creature. i have tried doing this before but i think i was too limited by trying to be anthropomorphic. i am becoming a creature in the night. at last. i am free.

[yokozii]

how sad we had to wait for a movie to release to get cute soft girl bright clothes trendy again with modders. May the best Barbie Collection win. 🥂🥂

[elder-millennial-of-zion]

I miss the days, way back when before October 7, when I felt like I was part of leftist circles. I miss feeling energised by leftist slogans because I thought they included me, instead of targeted me.

I miss hearing “eat the rich” and not hearing it as a dog whistle for “kill the Jews.” I miss feeling inspired by phrases like “our struggles for liberation are all connected,” instead of hearing its real meaning, “the Jews are the evil puppet masters behind everything and the world must unite against them.” I miss believing that when leftists talked about punching up at their oppressors, it wasn’t just an excuse to punch down at more vulnerable minorities that they decided were their oppressors despite all evidence to the contrary.

I miss the days when the left poured into the streets to protest cops and corporations instead of protesting Jews. I miss updating myself on those protests so I could join them, instead of to know which areas to avoid because they’ll be Judenrein for the day.

I don’t wish my eyes hadn’t been opened. I’d much rather see the truth no matter how painful and disillusioning it is, because the alternative isn’t actually “bliss.” It’s having a perpetual nagging feeling that something’s off but I can’t put my finger on it, or if I can then I must be overreacting or imagining it’s worse than it is.

But that pain and disillusionment is very real. That loss is very real. It was a community I thought I belonged to, a community I put a lot of work and energy into for many years, and there is grief at the loss of it. Grief that it’s gone, grief that it never was what it claimed to be in the first place. I guess I’m grieving the loss of that part of my identity. And grieving the loss of how people I thought were my friends and allies perceive my identity. Grieving the illusion that they were ever my allies at all, that they ever would be my allies if I needed. Because I haven’t really changed, but the way my former circles look at me completely changed. People who thought I was a good person and a good ally on October 6 decided I was the devil incarnate very literally overnight.

The person who privately reached out to me a few years ago to thank me for a Facebook post I made defending sex workers, because as a former sex worker they appreciated it. Now they’ve been posting antisemitic blood libel, the kind of rhetoric that’s already gotten Jews killed, for six months straight. I tried to tell them how much pain it causes me as a Jew to see their posts, and they only doubled down. It truly is their loss. I was a good friend and a good ally, and they threw me away because I’m a Jew. But it’s totally not because I’m a Jew, it’s because I’m the evil kind of Jew, the kind that just so happens to be the profile of ninety percent of the Jewish population.

I’m grateful I have such a strong sense of Jewish identity, because otherwise the loss of identity in this other way would be far more destabilising. I get why so many people cling to their political identities no matter how much cognitive dissonance they have to wave away; why they insist their ideology is righteous no matter how much evidence to the contrary. Without any other solid identity they would feel too adrift. But that doesn’t excuse their behavior. It’s not ok to jump on a bandwagon to persecute and kill Jews because you want to belong to something that badly, because you can’t handle your sense of self evolving with all the growing pains that come with it.

So many progressive Jews like myself have described ourselves as “politically homeless.” (Specifically in the diaspora; I know the political framework in Israel is completely different.) We can let ourselves sit in that grief. Being homeless is painful and uncomfortable, but it’s better than staying in an abusive home.

[green-swan]

cigarette or zoot? (pt. 1) | joost klein x f1! driver (fem!reader)

in which london and smoking are synonymous with meeting a cute dutch artist

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when AVROTROS approached her about eurovision, she thought they made a mistake. max was dutch. she wasn't. her lithuanian roots were deeper than any other identity she could've carved for herself. in the end she agreed; going in their cars with max around the city of malmö, visiting a few eurovision parties and most importantly, interact with joost klein (whom she didn't know, mind you) and teach him how to use an F1 simulator. this was going to be a heavy week. thank god it was in a month, right now she had a race to win.

first came the party - london was a welcome destination for the young driver. she thrived under the busy nature of it even in what some would call late, and others early, hours. she couldn't say the same for crowds though, the moving mosh of strangers all too close to each other and trying to show their superiority (the latter was aimed at men to be fair). she did see silvester, and the two had a lengthy conversation that didn't come to a conclusion but rather stayed at "what the fuck, let's make lithuania internationally famous!" she had hoped for a good place in eurovision, if not victory, while silvester (silvestras sounded more like home) had voiced his wish for her to win the upcoming miami grand prix and not only become the first female to do so, but also the first from lithuania. the pressure was on.

unfortunately, she lost silvester after getting a drink, so what really was the point of staying in the now airless room? she grabbed her drink and went to the rooftop that really should've been closed. her short frame slumped against a railing and she lit a cigarette, making it a point to hold it between her thumb and index finger. it was quiet, and london shimmered in different shades of yellow and white. so many people, some praying, some arguing, some alone. it felt peaceful despite the harsh wind that threatened to put out her cigarette.

"cigarette or zoot?" an accented voice sounded out, breaking the howls of wind. she turned around, spotting a man in what would've been a formal outfit had it not been for the pyramid-shaped shoulder pads on his blazer. joost klein, the man she was meant to interact with in front of cameras later that month. "cigarette," she answered, "though they call them something else here," she finished with an unsure smile. "i thought we couldn't bring tobacco in here?" he questioned, with a miscievous undertone in his voice. "they didn't check me, so it's on them," the driver shrugged, "why? you want one?"

"god, yes please!"

she took out another one from her pack, put it in between her glossed lips (joost thought that the gloss suited her) and lit it before giving it to the dutch man. "you know, i once tried eating a cigarette," he started, earning an incredulous look from the shorter girl. "what? did it taste good?" her curiosity was cute, "what do you think?"

"i once nearly swallowed jet fuel," she said with sympathy, "i get it."

joost knew who she was, well vaguely. the only female formula 1 driver and the only lithuanian on the grid. so why did AVROTROS want him to interact with her in addition to her dutch teammate? by that point, the wind had calmed down, an eery silence on brink of errupting had it not been for the music blasting from downstairs. she hummed a few lyrics before he spoke up, startling her heart as if she'd forgotten that he was indeed still there.

"can i take a picture of you right now?"

"why?"

"you're pretty. you look really beautiful in this moment, and i want to capture it."

she thought for a moment. "okay, if you let me take one of you after." he smiled. (he was so going to convince her to be on the cover of his next album)

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note: jumping on the joost klein bandwagon (hehe been a fan for a while! got tickets for his europapa tour so i've been riding on cloud 9). i also love formula 1 and so thought why not combine them?

as the first paragraph indicates there will be (probably short and sweet) chapters and maybe extra ones after if this goes well <3

[measuredingold]

late to the bandwagon but this pic makes me think of best friend!noah

mdni 18+ below cut

you're at a party at his house, small get together of friends because what else is there to do on a friday night? noah invited you and you can never tell him no. there's alcohol running through your veins, brain a bit fuzzy, and you can't seem to keep your eyes off of noah from across the room. and maybe it's the alcohol but he just looks so... good. he always does but there's just something about him tonight. he's caught you staring a few times - the first couple times he gave you a goofy grin, eye crinkles and all, but after the 4th time you noticed something shift. his eyes grew darker, and the corners of his lips were turned up into a smirk. eventually you caught him staring at you too, but instead of looking away like you had each time he caught you, he'd send you a wink.

the night goes on, you're in the kitchen with noah and a few friends. chillin. talkin. shootin the shit. jolly yells from the other room that they're gonna play some kind of card game, you're not paying attention. no, your eyes are on noah. tracing over the slope of his nose down to his lips, watching the way they curl around whatever sentence he's telling your friends. then your eyes drop to his hands - god, his fucking hands - and the way they're wrapped around the bottle in his grasp. he makes that bottle look small. you don't even realize that eventually it's just you and noah left in the kitchen, your friends leaving you to join in on whatever game jolly was yelling about and noah's gaze is on you. almost predatory. still the same smirk on his lips.

"staring problem?" his words catch you off guard and your face grows hot. you clear your throat, shake your head, try to lean further into the counter you're already resting on. he's standing across from you on the other side of the room. he places his bottle on the counter next to him, crosses his arms over his chest, head tilted to the side. "you sure about that?"

"you've been staring at me too!" you counter back, face still fucking hot. you can't believe you were caught staring at your best friend. worst - you were staring at his lips and wondering what they'd feel like against yours.

"i was." he hums, pushes himself off the counter and saunters over towards you. "looks like we've both got staring problems, huh?" and before you know it he's standing in front of you. you have to tilt your head up to even catch his gaze and the second you do. whew. your stomach turns, heat filling up inside you because the way he's staring is like he wants to fucking eat you. and he's never looked at you like that before. (yes he has, you've just never caught him) you think you'd let him at this point. maybe. “you like looking at me, huh?"

"oh, shove it, davis-"

"i like looking at you, too. s'pretty tonight. i mean, you're always pretty. but tonight you're..." his eyes drop down, hand immediately reaching out to toy with the hem of your skirt. "is that new? looks good on you. i like it."

and that's. alright. okay. you're so fucking hot now, and the heat in the pit of your stomach does not go away and you subconsciously press your thighs together and oh. his gaze becomes too much and you dip your head down to not look at him but his hand is under your chin, tilting your head back up.

“look at me." and his face is so fucking close to yours and you swear you see his eyes drop to your lips before dragging back up to your gaze. there’s a moment of silence, the only thing being heard is the sound of everyone in the living and your rapidly beating heart. “is this okay?”

and again, maybe it’s the alcohol. or the way that bottom lip of his looks so fucking kissable you can’t think straight. who knows. you don’t, because you’re nodding, mumbling out “yes” before noah’s dipping his head down and pressing his lips against yours.

it’s a simple nudge of the lips at first, testing the waters before he’s pressing harder, deeper. roaming hands and gripping everywhere you can, the kiss growing messier and it’s all teeth and tongue. the groan he lets out has you feeling dizzy, fingers clutching against the fabric of his hoodie. you arch into him, giving him a fantastic opportunity to slot his leg in between your thighs, pressing perfectly right where you need him the most. fingers digging into your hips, lips trailing down to your neck, licking sucking biting whatever he could. your hands carding through his hair, head tilted to the side to give him more access to your neck, eyes rolling back when you feel him start to guide you against his leg.

it’s all so much. you never thought this would’ve ever happened, making out with noah in his kitchen while grinding on his leg but here you were.

“fuck, noah-“

his lips find yours again, to muffle any other sounds you might make because “gotta be quiet. can’t let everyone in the house know what we’re up to, yeah? anyone could walk in.”

and someone almost does. jolly calls for the two of you, asking for you to join the game, and you hear his footsteps growing closer down the hall. noah pulls away, not without leaving one more kiss to your lips. you’re in the middle of smoothing your skirt down when jolly stumbles in, eyes narrowing at the two of you. he knows something’s up, can feel the tension. can see the flush on both your cheeks, the kiss swollen lips. he doesn’t comment on it, instead grumbles about how you gotta hurry so they can start this damn game. (you’ll hear an earful about tomorrow, you’re sure)

“we’ll be out in a sec, okay?”

“you get one minute before i’m dragging your asses out there.”

then you’re alone again, and noah turns to you. dark eyes sliding up your body before landing on your lips again.

“you’re staying the night, right?”

you never discussed it before now. “i can.”

“good.” is all he says, his eyes flick up to your own. something flashes in his gaze and it has your tummy flipping and turning with butterflies, and you watch with flushed cheeks as noah exits the kitchen and into the living room. you follow not too long after, no longer buzzing from the alcohol but from the anticipation on what’s to come later.

[nina-renmen]

How Male demon Kny Characters are in bed pt.1

I seen something like this on here and I thought I’d hop on the bandwagon. Minors DNI!! (This isn’t revised or edited)

This can either go one of two ways. He either A) is super gentle and sweet. He’d most likely prep you before and initiate aftercare. But this would only happen if you two were together for a long time (like three years for example) and the relationship is serious. He might be rough with you if you asked him to or he had a bad day. But let’s just say this man lives for plush thighs. Especially if you sit and your thighs go into ‘pillow mode.’ It drives him crazy. Or B) He’s super rough with you. Not that you mind, but he could be a bit more gentler with you. He dosn’t prep you as much as he would if you guys were together for a long time. He wouldn’t be much for Praise instead he’d be a bit more degrading. Aftercare would happen but it wouldn’t be as sweet. He might lay with you or take a nap or a bath with you but that’s about it.

This man is instantly respectful towards you. Especially if you’re a woman. If you’re a girl he’d see you as a delicate flower that needs to be taken care of and protected. But if you wrap your legs around his waist while he’s thrusting into you it’s like a switch that’s turned off. He’s instantly burying his face in the crook of your neck, he may or may not bite you. His thrusts will go deeper and harder, his grip on your wrists will tighten and he’ll pull you closer into him. He might even put you in a mating press. Either way, whether he’s feral or he’s gentle he’ll always praise how tight you are, or how pretty you sound.

He lives between your thighs….No one can change my mind. If this man could, he’d eat you out all day, every day. But sadly he can’t since he has his duties to attend. But don’t think that he won’t take a quick snack early in the morning or just before you go to bed. This man has no shame. He urges you to scream his name, to let all of his followers know who’s making you feel this good. He loves it when you pull his hair. The harder you pull his hair the more he’ll eat you out. He likes to see you on top of him from time to time. He loves looking up at you, especially if you’re struggling to take him fully. He wants you to ask for help, so he won’t move to help you out until you push your pride aside and ask him to take over.

I feel like he’s a bit more traditional since he was raised in a different era. Hell court you first before me makes any sexual gestures or tries to take you. When that does happen, you’ll find out that he has a lot , A LOT of energy. He’ll fuck you from dawn all the way to dusk if you let him. If he’s feeling a particular way he’ll put you in a mating press so you can’t squirm as much. He likes seeing you struggle at times when you’re overstimulated. He’ll tease you until you’re crying and begging him to just get on with it. He’s in the middle about making you scream for him. One part of him wants you to scream his name, and moan so everyone knows who’s making you feel goo. But the other part of him dosn’t want that. He feels that only he should be able to hear your moans. None of the others are worthy of hearing such a tune.

Bottom…..That’s all I have to say. The first time is his actual first time. He’s never even touched a woman sexually before. Sure he’s thought about it, but he’s clueless. You’d have to take the lead. He’s be a little bit stiff at first, he wants it he really does. But he dosn’t know where to put his hands. You’re gonna have to teach him how to make you feel good. But don’t worry he’s a quick learner. After a night or two your positions will switch and your thighs will be squeezing around his head. Gyutaro is another one who will eat you out all day, every day. The only thing that’s different from Doūma is that he actually has the time to do it. So if you agree to it, he’ll shove his face in between your thighs until the sun goes down. If you try and move away from him because of overstimulation he’ll only pull you back and hold your lower half slightly above the ground so you can wiggle free.

[ordowrites]

fatherhood

hopping on the hybrid bandwagon i'm sorry but it's not entirely the focus i just wanted to write diluc being a dad. just a small snippet in the day of the life.

cw: none, mdni, minors do not interact, sfw, fluff, afab reader, hybrid!reader (fox), family fluff. diluc is desperately in love with reader and vice versa, they have a child. diluc is a total girl dad.

Diluc knew he was screwed when he first held your guys daughter in his arms - the way she looked up at him with those eyes of hers and small hands reaching to grip his finger and a soft coo escaping her, he knew, right then, he was screwed. He didn't know how to hold her and Adelinde had to gently guide him - elevate her head, cradle her, if she cries, don't panic.

She gotten his hair but she inherited your ears and your tail, and soon enough, that personality trait of yours that's ever so curious and playful. While she has a name - Aelia - he still only really calls her little one, or his sunshine because it feels right, correct, to only call her those things. You smile when he holds her, tucked under his arm as she blabbers away about some interesting thing she saw in the vineyard or stories her little imagination makes up. And Diluc engages with her because he adores her, and her innocent existence. When he wears a little tiara on his head because she demands him to, all you can do is stifle a giggle and a head shake.

Diluc knew he was screwed when he's with the maids, in the kitchen, helping them with some cooking and he sees a familiar poke of ears from behind the island. Little fingers grope about until they find what they're looking for and he frowns a bit. It's an hour to dinnertime and she's sneaking cookies. Since Aelia was born, there'd been an uptick of baked sweets available in the manor.

Well, actually before that - your pregnancy cravings always consisted of some sort of cookie or another and all he could do was give you what you wanted and needed. And now, they're kept on hand for his mischievous daughter whose sweet tooth matches his own.

"Aelia," he says, his voice firm. "What are you doing, my little one?"

A soft giggle and his heart flutters. "Nuffin'."

"Oh? Doesn't sound like nothing." Diluc answers as he watches her little hand reach up again to search around for another cookie, that he gently slides over. He shouldn't be giving her these things before dinner, considering all of your warnings for him to not do so. A tuft of red hair meets his eyes with those little triangular ears that poke out, before finally, her entire face.

"Hi, daddy." There's some crumbs and melted chocolate on her face. "'m just sayin' hi."

"Oh? And what about the cookie in your hand?" She looks at it, faking the best shocked look she could. "Sunshine, we have an hour before dinner."

"'s for you." Aelia answers, after a moment of consideration, holding it out to him.

"Oh? And here it looked like you were about to eat it yourself." He watches as Aelia's expression falls for a moment.

"Please, daddy? I want a cookie."

At her doe eyed looked, small pout, Diluc found himself agreeing to letting her have another cookie. "Just don't tell your mother." he gently tells her. "Or Addie, okay?"

Aelia's grin is victorious and Diluc knew, right then, how right you were about him being wrapped around her tiny finger as she reaches to be picked up. With her perched on his hip, he leaves the kitchen to go find you.

When he finds you outside, amongst the vineyards, his face lights up as Aelia waves at you.

"She's a handful." Diluc murmurs as he leans in and kisses you in greeting. Of course, Aelia gives you big, sloppy kisses on the cheeks.

"Of course she is," you hum as you offer to take her from his arms, but Aelia seems to choose to latch onto him. So instead, you give her a kiss on the top of her head. "She is your daughter. I think you enable her too much."

"I do not." He protests. "I merely encourage her to be curious and try new things."

You're brushing some crumbs off of your daughters face, giving a soft laugh. "Sure, sure." A pause. "Seeing you with our daughter makes me want us to have another kid."

"Well if you're offering..." Diluc says, grinning a bit. "I won't say no."

[403tarot]

WONBIN HARD HOURS

i want him so bad i'll kms. disclaimer: reading based on what he currently likes, which can change. tarot is a game, take it lightly.

well, where should i start... he has a dark side. from the moment he enters the room he assumes a totally different posture.

he likes rough, sweaty sex with A LOT of mind game dynamics. a partner willing to jump on the bandwagon with him is someone he will treat like a winning ticket.

he can be cruel in words. wonbin uses and abuses his resting bitch face and likes to arouse some fear due to his seriousness.

i'd say wonbin is a dom for sure, and not one of those soft ones. he enjoys being in the mood of chaos, adrenaline, and fear swirling in the room... like in a predator and prey game.

enjoys mistreating and playing with his prey before eating. he's the kind who grabs by the hair, drags to the middle of the room and makes you kneel to suck him because he wants to see you pathetically kneeling on the ground giving him pleasure.

dacryphilia, he gets pleasure by seeing his partner's eyes with tears while their mouth is full of cock. "oh, can't take it anymore? i thought you wanted this."

he likes to spit and WILL do it if he gets the chance. in the face.

he's into shorter and physically smaller girls than him, (really) big boobs and an innocent appearance to feel like he's going to corrupt them. wonbin likes manhandling so he can treat as if they were just his little doll.

he likes deep kisses that start calmly but wonbin quickly loses control, pulling them by the waist, pressing his body against theirs and then rubbing his dick against them so that they feel how obedient girls makes him so hard.

wonbin is very possessive and enjoys marking, whether by gripping his partner's hips or moving his mouth to their neck. he likes to lick, kiss, and bite the skin, using his teeth to pull, and if his girl have issues with being marked by his teeth for everyone to see, he doesn't care. in that moment, she belongs to him and him only.

"what a pathetic useless hole you are"

he likes controlling his partner's orgasm and uses it as a form of torture. he teases enough until the limit, and if the partner climaxes without his permission, he continues with overstimulation until they beg because they can't take it anymore.

he likes anal, so if his partner allows it... but his dick is above average, so i wouldn't risk it (lol).

wonbin might enjoy when they resist him, ask him to let them go, try to escape... and he might even let them almost get away just to have the fun of dragging them back to him again... by their hair.

he likes being rough, seeing his partner's eyes rolling and hearing screams that blur the line between pain and pleasure, confusing all senses.

LOVES dry humping and fantasizes about a naked girl rubbing herself against his clothed bulge until he cums and makes a mess.

breeding; "i'll fuck a baby into you so you'll remember what a pathetic whore you are and who you belong to"

[piplup335]

Subspace x reader! (angst lmao)

HELLO , F E L L A S

I know I said I’d work on requests, but I HAD to finish this up 😭

mainly because SOMEONE (I’M LOOKING AT YA, @sourle) decided to write Valk angst and I decided I’d probably hop on the bandwagon and write Subspace angst :D

this is my first time writing angst, so idk if it’s good ;-; ehhh, I did what I could LMAO

anyway, enjoy :D

honourable mentions here!

@subspacekisser1

@lunarwashere

@sourle

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The crackling of the flames in the fireplace soothed your mind as you snuggled up to Subspace.

"Long day today, Subspace? How's work at the lab?"

The masked scientist glanced up at you with a groggy expression.

"Hm?? Oh...not too bad..."

He yawned.

"...just the usual lab stuff. There was also this chemical that somehow melted through the vial today...just a poison I'm working on currently. Reacted with another reagent and nearly burnt down the lab. It smelt funny too...but hey, the Biografts helped me clean it up!!"

You couldn't see it through his mask, but judging by his one visible eye closing and his cheekbones raising, you could tell he was smiling.

"I love you, (Y/n)...I feel so tired right now..."

"Awww...I love you too, Subspace...tomorrow's Christmas...wanna go to that one cat cafe? So you can catch a break?"

Subspace nuzzled into the crook of your neck. his warm breath lightly tickling your collarbone.

"I'd love that, dear..."

Subspace fell asleep in your arms as you lay on the couch, watching the flames dance around the firewood, the bright, formless shapes slowly reducing the wooden sticks to nothing but ashes.

The crackling of the flames and their mesmerising movements distracted you from the fact that your boyfriend was barely breathing.

The following morning, you woke up to your boyfriend still lying beside you.

He looked so damn adorable to you. His one visible eye was closed, and a few strands of his soft hair fell over his face. Sometimes you wished you could remove his gas mask just to caress his cheek…but he told you before not to do it, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

You gave your boyfriend a loving kiss on the forehead as you slowly slid off the couch, careful not to wake him up.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

You walked into the kitchen so that you could start preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Subspace couldn’t taste anything and always insisted on eating whatever was available, but you decided to change that today. You woke up earlier than him, and this time you'd get a say as to what he would eat.

And this time, you were determined to make him something a little more filling instead of just a slice of bread or two. You wanted to make him eggs and bacon- a dish he absolutely loved eating before the entire lab incident.

During those days, when you were cooking breakfast, Subspace would look at you with those pleading puppy eyes to make him bacon and eggs, completely disregarding and ignoring whatever alternatives you offered.

And you being you, you couldn’t resist his cute expression.

It was unlike him to enjoy such a simple dish, but hey- you still loved him.

As you were cooking in the kitchen, you felt a tug on your sleeve.

You turned to your left and was met with the sight of your beloved boyfriend standing next to you.

“Darling? Can we not have pancakes today? Do we have any more eggs left?”

You laughed, amused at his groggy, half-asleep expression.

“Subspace, you’ve been eating that same old thing for a week now. When will you ever get sick of it?”

“…never…so are there any eggs left?”

“Probably. But could you try something else for a change?"

Subspace hugged your side, his actions sluggish in his given state.

"I don't wanna...please, babe?"

He looked at you with those loving eyes...that loving expression on his face you could never resist.

You sighed, admitting defeat.

"Fine, fine, I’ll go prepare it for you later…I love you, Subspace. I always will.”

You couldn't say no to his request. To others, Subspace was a renowned scientist who made multiple contributions to Blackrock. They saw him as someone who had helped Blackrock advance their military, someone who had helped multiple residents improve their lives for the better. He was a hardened scientist who pushed through many sleepless nights to make Blackrock a slightly better place than the day before.

To you, Subspace was just an adorable bean you would not hesitate to kill for.

Your boyfriend was too adorable, too precious for this world...and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his figure in a hug.

"I love you, Subspace..."

Subspace didn't reply, but his actions said it all. You felt his arms slowly move from his side to wrap around your waist.

“…I love you too, babe…what’s that smell?”

A glance at the stove and the steady flow of smoke was all it took for you to get your answer.

“NO- my pancakes!”

You recalled the memory with such fondness. Even after the laboratory disaster your boyfriend went through, he was still the same loving demon you knew. Sure, he acted like a crazed scientist sometimes, but you knew your boyfriend was still the same sweetheart you knew all those years ago.

You spent more than an hour trying to make breakfast...because you spent 45 minutes looking back on and reminiscing about the past.

As you set the last piece of bacon on the plate, you smiled to yourself.

"Honey? Breakfast's ready!"

Usually, when you made breakfast for him, he'd immediately come rushing to the kitchen just to scarf down whatever you prepared for him with his signature grin on his face.

But just like you had different plans for Subspace, fate had different plans for the two of you.

This time, there wasn't a single sound coming from the living room. The fire was extinguished right before you fell asleep, but you wished the therapeutic crackling of the flames followed you into the early hours of the morning for a bit of comfort.

"Honey?"

Still no response. Now you were concerned.

Was he okay?

You, being the concerned girlfriend you were, went outside to check on him.

You shook him.

"Subspace? Please...wake up!"

You half-expected him to jump at you with that big, goofy grin on his face that you loved seeing so much. You expected to jump backwards in fright from the scare, only for Subspace to catch you in his arms as he pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

But that moment never came. Upon further inspection, you mentally facepalmed at your ignorance, cursing at yourself for not seeing the signs that something was wrong.

The once hot pink crystal floating above Subspace was nothing more but a dull pink, most of the colour gone. The once gleaming radiance of the crystal was now nothing but a dull glow.

You immediately checked his pulse. It was there...but barely. You sprinted to your phone, nearly tripping over your own feet in a frenzied panic. A quick dial later, you were arranging for an ambulance to the nearest hospital.

All you could do then was simply cradle your boyfriend's near-lifeless body in your arms and pray to whichever deity would listen.

Beep...beep...beep...

The steady sound of the hospital monitors filled the room. It had been like that for the past few hours or so.

When the doctors in the ambulance did a more thorough check on him, they determined that Subspace needed emergency surgery. You were not sure why, but they said that it was due to "severe poisoning".

Now, here you were, seated on a chair next to your still-unconscious boyfriend, waiting for the doctors to return with whatever results they had to offer. You sat in your chair, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, hoping that the crystal between his horns would shine bright like it once did.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. One of the doctors walked into the room...and he had a grim expression on his face.

"Doctor! How is he?"

The doctor let out a sigh. One that carried not hopes for the future, but carried acceptance- a sign that they had tried everything, and yet...

"I'm sorry. Your beloved will not make it."

And that was the nail in the coffin for you- the statement that confirmed your worst fears.

"Can I say goodbye to him, at least? Will he wake up?"

"No. He won't wake up. We've done a thorough and complete checkup on him. His given condition- his rot, that is, somehow reacted with more fumes inside his body. We've investigated them, and it seems that these fumes were inhaled quite recently. Regardless, it has worsened his state, causing the majority of his body to either shut down or stop working entirely. You have two choices. He does not have any known family members, so we'll leave this decision to you."

At the doctor's next words, you did not want to say anything. You did not want to accept that this was your reality- these were two decisions that you could not choose between. You knew that none of these choices would be a correct decision...they would all have harsh downsides.

"Either we pull the plug now and he dies a peaceful death, or we can give him further treatment to try and save him. The chances of his survival from this point on are low, and even if he does survive and wake up, the rest of his life will likely be painful for him to endure."

You loved Subspace...you loved him so much, and you didn't want to let him go just yet. There was so much you wanted to do with him. You wanted to finally stay with him instead of one of you just staying over at the other’s house for sleepovers now and then. You wanted to travel the Inpherno with him, just to see all the marvels the world had to offer. You wanted to be by his side for the rest of your life and wake up by his side just to hug him close to you, praising the gods for such a wonderful spouse.

And now you couldn't. Not with Subspace's condition.

You didn't want to let him go just yet.

But then again, you loved him. You wanted the best for him.

And the best route for him to go down wasn’t one where he’d be suffering for the rest of his life.

You wanted him to live happily, not live in constant pain.

You knew your decision.

December 31. Almost a week after you made your decision.

Snowflakes fell from the sky outside, coating the ground in a layer of snow.

Within the comfort of your house, the flames crackled in the fireplace, consuming everything it touched.

But even the mesmerising movements of the flames couldn’t distract you from your thoughts. Not after what happened.

Beep…

That final, high-pitched sound. That damn, cursed sound. You knew that single beep would haunt you for years to come. What you did was for your boyfriend’s sake, but at what cost?

“5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

You could hear the cheers of Blackrock’s residents from your home as fireworks were launched into the air, painting the black canvas of the sky with bursts of vibrant colour.

“Happy New Year, Subspace…”

A tear trickled down your cheek as you hugged a small photo frame to your chest.

It was the last photo you had of Subspace. A photo you took with him one day before his death.

“…I’ll always love you.”

-

aaaaand that’s another story down! hope u guys enjoyed! :D

…

*runs*

[milkcryy]

thinking about sinister mark and sigh.

hopping on the bandwagon. i have some choice Thoughts about him that id like to air out.

(keep in mind that i am NOT A DARK BLOG!!! stuff i say in this post is Very close to toeing the line of being borderline SCARY TO ME. im a soft bitch) also no non/dubcon bc consent is important to me.

minors dni with this post cause it gets a little spicy under the cut..

these dark blogs kinda make me see the sinister mark vision.. like..... theres so many possibilities when it comes to him

CW: he eats you out while youre on your period + more. it gets bloody.

that is a man who KNOWS what he wants and GETS it. so desperate and borderline animalistic about you that when he rushes in a blur to pin you to a wall, it cracks. muttering and panting in your ear about what hes about to do to you, and you just know both of you wont make it out of this without blood being involved. hes pressing up against you, still in his stupid suit. smooth as the material rubbed against your back, stinking with his sweat.

hed start out considerably gentle with it, hands shaking from holding himself back from the worst of what he was fantasizing of doing to you. pinning you hips down to keep you from squirming despite your quips about you being on your period. he'd lick his lips, his heart racing even faster when he pulls down your pants. even better, he rasps, dragging his hands down your thighs and leaning in close between them. you couldnt see his eyes through how opaque and dark his goggles were, but you could tell his eyes were blinking heavily with lust just to swallow you whole without remorse.

and maybe you let him, spreading your legs for him. like a bunny letting a wolf clamp its jaws around the other's neck. he was going to drain you dry.

he wastes no time eating you out, lips and tongue working at your sweet spots in the best way possible. something something his grip on your hips bruising you. something something he haphazardly spits on your clit as if it wasnt slick enough, the room filling with the biting scent of metal. mercilessly tonguing you even after youre finished, thighs squeezing around mark's head, unable to compose yourself when every nerve is ridden with overwhelming pleasure.

before you know it, youre forced on your hands and knees. a rough hand at the back of your head forcing your face down onto the bed when his tip rubs at your bloody, dripping entrance. he mustve ripped the crotch area of his suit off, you barely have time for the thought to process when he's hurriedly pushing his dick inside you, when the tip presses just a little painfully against your cervix, he relishes the squeak you let out, muffled by the bedsheets.

mark wastes no time with this, hips moving at a relentless pace, coaxing - no - forcing moans and squeaks from you as if he were pulling the pathetic sounds out of you with his bare hands. and his grip was a vice, merciless thing. though there was no relief when his hand lets go of the back of your head, arms shaking and struggling to prop yourself up. licking your blood off his lips, mark leans in, his chest pressing against your back. grunting in your ear. your eyes shoot open to the feeling of mark's teeth clamping harshly down onto your shoulder. you cry out, whether in pain or pleasure, you didnt know, but the harder his jaw clamped, you were sure it was some mix of both. your skin gave way, sharp canines piercing your shoulder like he was some feral dog. the small drops of blood that slithered from the wound were quickly lapped up by a rough, bloodthirsty tongue.

when both of you are finished, you dont stop leaking his cum from your hole for a whole day. you body is practically covered with livid bruises and bite marks. and whenever you see them in the mirror, you brandish them like its a shining, bright fucking gold medal.

[thegreatirene]

Rose Covered Skin

Fezco x Latina!reader

Cuz I fell in love with this ginger drug dealer I’m hopping on the bandwagon and writing a Latina reader with fez. I think fez needs a Latina in his life lol so I’m giving him one.

Rated Mature (language, drug use, strip tease, poor attempt of describing the dance lol)

“Is that the hot neighbor you said your brother been drooling over?” Asked rue as she looked out the front window of ash and fez’s apartment. Ashtray was in the kitchen pouring himself some cereal as he laughed.

“Is she walking around with some big ass dogs?”

“Yea”

“Yea that’s her” he laughed as he sat down at the table.

“Every time she walks by the window he tries to go out there and talk to her.”

“Aww does our Fez got himself a little crush” rue said as she walked over to the table and pinched fez’s cheek. He swatted her hand away as he focused on his phone. Trying to ignore what they were talking about.

“Fez if you don’t get up she’s gonna be gone”

“He waits until she comes back from her walk” ash says with a mouthful of cereal.

“You have a big mouth ash” fez looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. Both rue and ash laughed at his face. Fezco got up from the table and walked towards the door.

“Where you going fez? We’re just joking” rue said as she wiped her eye.

“I’m going to the shop and get something”

“…” both rue and ash looked at each other and smirked.

“Y’all do too much” he sucked his teeth and went out the door. He could hear their laughter from outside the door as he shook his head with a small smile on his face. Fez sat at the bottom of the stairs and lit his blunt.

“Hey fez” came your voice. Fez blew his smoke away from you and smiled.

“Hey y/n, how you doin?”

“I’m fine and you?”

“Yea I’m good just got a friend saying hi and bugging me”

You giggled and shifted your weight on to your right foot. Hip popped to the side giving fez a chance to eye it, he followed the curve of your leg up and to the detailed ink of roses going from your thigh and under the shorts. His eyes met yours as you looked at him with fluttering lashes.

“Saw one of your girlfriends in the window earlier” you looked at your nails as you said this.

“Who rue? Nah she ain’t my girlfriend. She a friend of the family” he took a hit of his blunt.

“But you do have a girl tho?”

“Nah ma ain’t got a girl, not yet” he looked at you from under his lashes. He sat back on the steps and eyed your body slowly until they got to your eyes.

“Mm” you said as you puckered your lips and nodded. Your dogs whined at your side and you looked at them.

“Well, I’ll see you later fez the girls are getting upset they didn’t eat yet. Maybe come by my job? ” You walked up to him slowly. You bent down and grabbed his blunt from his fingers, “I’ll save you a dance” you brought it up to your lips and inhaled. You placed the blunt to his lips and the smoke rolled out of your mouth as you stood back up.

He smiled as he slowly stood up. You looked up at him as he stood over you. The both of you stood there staring at each other. The sexual tension strong as you waited for him to make a move. You wanted him to touch you so bad. He wanted the same, he wanted to touch you, to feel your hot skin.

He moved closer as the tip of his nose brushed the side of your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt him. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he moved his nose across your cheek. His hand that wasn’t holding the blunt moved to your hip as he brought you closer to him.

“Hey fez, I thought you were going to the shop” ash’s voice broke through the haze between the two of you as you opened your eyes and met the ones of the younger brother.

“Hey ashy, how you doin little man” you asked as you slowly moved back from fez’s hold and to the side of him. Fez exhaled through his nose as he rolled his head and turned to look up at his brother. Fez’s cheeks were flushed as he looked up at him.

“Sup (nickname) I’m good” he said with a small knowing smile as his eyes shifted from you to his brother. “I see you doin good too” a snort came from the side of the door.

You shook your head with smile as you looked down and then looked at fez. He rubbed his face with his hand as he put the unlit blunt behind his ear.

“Yea get my keys and we can go” he huffed as he looked at his brother then to you.

“I’ll see you later tonight?” You stepped to him and kissed his cheek. A shiny kiss mark was left behind and he gave a small smile.

“Yea I’ll see you” he said as he watched you walk away until you went around the corner.

“Fez you fucking simp” came Rue’s voice as both her and ash started to cackle and ran back into the apartment as fez turned a glare at them.

—

“Gentlemen let me introduce our star of the night to the stage, Ivy!” The announcer’s voice came over the speakers as desire by Meg Myers played. You walked on stage with slow and precise steps as you walked to the center pole.

The red lights bathed the stage as you grabbed the pole did a twist into a squat. The white bikini you wore hugged your body tightly as you threw your head back and ran your other hand down your body.

You rolled your head to the side and slid back up as you turned and continued your dance. The feel of the song made your body tingled as you swung on the pole. You held it with your legs and hung your body down. Your hands ran up your body slowly until you cup your breast. You opened your eyes and met fez’s.

He watched you with lidded eyes. He licked his lips as he watched you drop down on to a split on your knees. Your back to him you gathered your hair up and moved your hips. Turning around you crawled to the edge of the stage where he sat. You hung your head off the stage as you moved your left hand through your breast and onto your neck. Your legs bent at the knees as you moved your body in the air. Grinding it as if someone was there.

Your eyes closed as you opened your mouth and moaned lowly. Fez eyes hungry as he watched you. They widened when he watched you lift your legs into the air and practically swung your body over the stage and onto his lap.

Your hair fell over his shoulder as you brought your head back onto his shoulder. You brought your left hand up to his cheek and rolled your body on top of him. Moving his face to look at you, you brought your face closer to him so that he could feel the faint touch of your lips.

You looked down and then to his eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips as he huffs and puffs. You could feel him harden under you and smiled. Letting his face go you bent forward as you sat on his crotch.

Moving your legs from the side of him to the middle and opening his. You placed your hands on each of his knees as you grind yourself on his hardness. Grabbing his hands you ran them up your torso until they got to your breast and you squeezed.

Falling back on to his chest you continued to dance on him as you felt him squeeze you one more time. You got up slowly as you turned to look at him and danced a little in between his legs. You kept your half lidded eyes on him as you placed your hands on his knees and swung your hair and turned to get back on stage. You swung yourself a couple times on the pole and left as the song came to an end.

—

Fez sat at the bar nursing the drink he ordered as he waited for you. He thought about the way your body felt and how you smelled. He wanted to feel you again.

“Hey” you whispered into his ear as you sat next to him.

Fez looked over to you and smiled, “sup, you were amazing.”

“Thanks my boss said that was my best routine,” you laughed as you placed a drink order with the bartender.

“She said you should come by more often if I was gonna perform like that” he chuckled as he drank the rest of his drink. You smiled too as you got your drink.

“I might if I get to take you home at the end of the night”

“Hmm, what’s in it for me?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Whatever you want”

“Oh really?”

“Whatever you want” he said as he leaned towards you. Your noses touched each other and you bit your lip with a smile.

“Ok I got my car with me tho” you said as you moved back a bit. He brought your face closer and kissed your lips once. He broke the kiss and looked at you. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip he looked at your eyes again.

“Leave it I’ll come by in the morning and get it for you, k”

“Ok”

—

*knock knock knock knock*

“Who is it?”

“It’s me ash” came Rue’s voice.

He opened the door and let her in. Ash walked into the kitchen as he made himself something to eat.

“Fez here?”

“Nah he’s out right now. You need something?”

“His car’s outside” she pointed her thumb to the door. Ash raised his eyebrow as he walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough the car is there.

He walked to the back and knocked on his brother’s door. But he didn’t come to it. Ash opened and looked inside and saw no one.

“Yea I don’t know where he is”

“Maybe he’s at his girlfriend’s place” rue wiggled her eyebrows. Ash rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Fezco walked right as ash walked into the kitchen, “sup lil bro whatcha doin” he asked as he made his way to his room.

“Nothin” ash answered as he watched him go. He turned to look at Rue who was sitting at the couch. She gave him a knowing look and watched fez come back out.

“Sup fez”

“Hey rue, when you get here?”

“Been here for a couple of minutes”

Fez nodded his head, “cool.”

“Where you go?” Ash asked as he looked at his brother changed clothes.

“I was doing something. Why you need something Rue? Cuz I told you I’m cutting you off”

“I know I just wanted to hang with you guys. Maybe get some weed. Nothing hard just that”

“Ash can help you with that” he said as he walked towards the door and left. Both Rue and Ash ran to the window and looked outside. They watched as fez went down the stairs and around the corner.

“No fucking way” both kids ran out the door and down the stairs just in time to see fez go up the stairs that led to your apartment floor. They watched as fez pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Your door.

—

Fez kicked off his shoes at the door and petted one of the dogs that came up to him. He made his way towards your bedroom door and went in. He took his shirt off and his pants. He pulled the covers back enough to get in and slid right next to you.

His arms went around your waist and pulled you back into his side. You mumbled and he shushed you telling you to go back to sleep. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled your smell. Kissing your head one last time before he fell asleep.

[soapisahimbo]

NSFW ABC - König Edition

I am all for this fucking bandwagon, and I am jumping right up on it with some smut about our favourite Austrian giant, König!

This posts contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!

If you like this and want more, I already have nsfw alphabets about Soap, Alejandro, Gaz and Ghost in the works, so don't you worry!

Let me know what you think, and enjoy!

warnings: senseless smut, könig is kinda obsessed, tried to keep it genderneutral but female anatomy might be hinted at, mentions of throatfucking (könig might be bi tbh), longer than it needs to be

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Needs reassurance that he didn't go too far, that he didn't hurt you and that you want him to stay. He's bigger than above average, and while he tries to control himself, he sometimes loses himself in the heat of the moment, and the heat of you.

Has a tendency to overstimulate you without intending to, and can grip you a bit tighter than he means to, so he spends some time kissing any bruises he can find as if to say sorry, and massages any sore muscles that might be making themselves known when the high is wearing off. He'll happily carry you into the shower and help you wash off, careful not to rub any areas that might be sore or sensitive (anymore than he has to, at least). You might need to convince him if you want to massage him too, because lord knows he needs to be taken care of as well, but if you get the chance to, he'll probably fall asleep in minutes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

With his anxiety and experience with getting relentlessly bullied when younger, his perception of his body is a bit skewed. He's trained to be a soldier; his body is meant for fighting and killing. While acutely aware of his own size, he has never really taken the time to actually take a proper look at his body for anything other than to check for wounds and scars, and even though he has received a number of compliments in his adult years and enjoyed them, the concept of being confident solely in his physical appearance is a bit foreign to him.

With you, however, he has indeed found himself some appreciation for his body - you shower him with compliments any chance you get, but he has specifically grown a new fondness of his hands. He loves the way your skin feels under his palms, how you sigh and shiver and moan when he finds all the right spots, loves squeezing at your softer parts and seeing the flesh bulb out between his fingers.

Speaking of softer parts, while there is probably not a single millimeter of your body that he doesn't want to lay all of his love onto, he must admit that he has a specific weakness for your chest and thighs. Even if you don't have big breasts, he still loves to run his hands and mouth over them, making circles over your nipples with his thumbs and tongue. As for your thighs, he will sometimes spend an extended amount of time doing nothing but stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and biting them. He doesn't move to eat you out (although it will more often than not lead to that), he's not doing it to tease you, but there's just something about the softness and the warmth that has him lose track of time. Loves the way they squeeze together around his hand or head or hips when you cum, and will sometimes make you cum for the sole reason of watching them quiver.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

This is actually something that used to embarrass him to no end before he got with you, because he cums quite a lot. He makes a mess and he doesn't like it. The first time you had sex without a condom, he had you on your back, holding the back of your knees to keep your legs spread. He intended to pull out to stop himself from coming, because it was happening quicker than he anticipated and he wanted this to last, but to no avail. He came all over your hole, and at the twitch of his cock, a couple of spurts shot up along your torso, leaving trails from your pubic mound all the way up to your neck.

He apologized profusely, on the verge of tears because he thought that he had ruined everything, that you'd be disgusted, but when you ran a finger through it and brought it to your mouth to taste, his brain short circuited and he almost came again from the sight alone. Nowadays he takes it upon himself to lick it off of your body, or from between your legs after he's watched it leak out, only to then crawl back up to your face and kiss you deeply to share the taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, nothing crazy. But when he came back to bed, you had shifted in your sleep. The cover had slipped off of you, you were naked and your legs were spread. There were hickeys forming along the inside of your thighs, and he could tell that there was still some stickiness left from your prior session.

The more timid side of him told him to just tuck you in and go back to sleep, but he couldn't look away. As if in a trance, he knelt down on the mattress at the foot of the bed and stared, feeling himself get hard. He wanted to dive in, but you were sleeping and he didn't want to disturb your peace, and as if on autopilot, he wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping it to nothing but the sight of you. He got close embarrassingly fast, leaning his weight forward on one hand and gripping the sheets, as if to get closer while also keeping himself at bay, biting his lip to keep quiet, salivating.

He quickly realized the mess he'd make if he came now, so he rushed back out into the bathroom and stepped into the shower where his cum could easily be rinsed down the drain. When he came back, you'd rolled over on your side and snuggled into the sheets. He still hasn't told you and it still pains him, because he hates keeping secrets from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Contrary to popular belief, not a virgin. At least not to the full extent. Has had both men and women offer to help him blow off some steam when his adrenaline is still running high, and has taken some of them up on that offer. Never actual sex though; any time that he has actually snuck off with someone, they've usually gotten down on their knees and offered their hands or throats to him.

He may or may not have had a dick or two in his own mouth before - they're oftentimes much smaller than he is, and he's never really had any trouble taking them.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Might not have one single specific favourite, but has learned to enjoy the way he completely covers you when he has you underneath him, because it makes him feel like he's protecting you, regardless of if he's fucking you in missionary or if you're lying face down, ass up. Likes leaning over you as closely as he can, and often pushes your knees up to your chest or angling himself in an attempt to get deeper into you. Sometimes, when he's starting to lose himself, he'll fall over a bit and bury his face in the pillow next to your head and moan almost helplessly into the fabric. It would make you smile if you weren't usually right there on that edge with him.

Also loves it when you get on top to ride him, because he gets to watch you from a whole new angle. He'll happily sit back and let you pick the pace, watching you fuck yourself on him with an awed gleam in his eyes. He'll be happy to have you either way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Tends to be a bit more serious due to his nerves, but your sex life is not without it's funny moments, like when you knock your heads together or fumble with the belt, or nearly fall over when trying to take your clothes off. He ran his hand over your waist in a way that tickled you once, and when you giggled he couldn't bring himself to stop, a beaming grin on his face as he told you to make that sound again. Every now and again, you'll tickle each other, even when he's balls deep, just because it gives a sort of domestic reprieve in what can sometimes be an overwhelmingly hot and heavy moment.

The two of you have also laughed yourselves into a tummyache a number of times, usually because of something that caught both of you completely off guard, like the time you broke a small cot that belonged to someone else. He was petrified at first, but once you'd started giggling, he couldn't keep it together. Eventually you both had reached full belly laugh, and you both just laughed for a long while before he eventually gathered his senses, buried his face in the skin of your neck, and with another chuckle he pulled you into him and started fucking you again, the sound of your laugh still hanging around the edges of your surprised moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Doesn't actually have a whole lot of hair. It's thick, and enough to cover his pubic mound, curly and dark, but it's not like an absolute jungle. Prides himself on his personal hygiene and might go for a trim if he ever feels like he needs to. Has a happy trail that you love running fingers and kisses along, making his legs feel like jelly every time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Holds you close, like he wants to sinks into your very skin and stay there forever. Strokes your cheek, looks you deep in the eyes and has a deep red shade spread over his cheeks when he tells you he loves you. He will probably be on the verge of tears if you return the sentiment. He often stops moving just so he can lean in and kiss you deeply and hungrily, as if caught off guard by a sudden and intense desire for it.

He's also really big on nonsexual intimacy, loving to stand in the shower with you with no other purpose but for you to mutually care for each other, or just resting his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat as you stroke his hair.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He wants to save himself as much as he can for you, but when deployed and sent somewhere far away from you, he can't help himself. He always goes out on his mission with a laser-like focus, but every now and then, on the calmer nights, he can't stop the thoughts about you, about how much he misses you and how he wants nothing more but have you in his arms again, and once these thoughts have turned to the more unsavoury side, he needs to find somewhere private to relieve himself, lest someone on his team notices what's on his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

While he at times can enjoy the sheer size difference between the two of you and how he can use it in the bedroom, it wouldn't be to the point of a kink. You suspect he might have somewhat of an oral obsession however, considering how keen he is on keeping his mouth and tongue on you.

Surprisingly likes it when you tie him up, even though he acts like could positively die if he doesn't get to touch you. Will praise you endlessly, and you think he's about to ascend to some other realm if you praise him as well.

He also catches you off guard when you're out in public and he leans in to whisper that he wants to find some hidden spot somewhere and eat you out. Likes overstimulation, both for you and for himself. He likes being overstimulated because he wants nothing but to be good for you and because he feels almost like a new man afterwards. When he overstimulates you, however, it's usually because he can't bring himself to stop once you've started cumming.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Somewhat into semi-public stuff, although he still wants to make sure that no one will see you. Other than that, your very own bed is where he likes it the most. Isn't adverse to fucking you on pretty much every other surface in your home, though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Anything you do with any sort of sexual intention will have him melting into an absolute puddle. If you asked, he'd be on his knees for you before you'd even completed the sentence. If you simply tugged at his clothes, he'd have undressed himself in the blink of an eye. He's incredibly attuned to you whenever you're nearby and he's ready to throw himself at you at any chance he can get. Be kind to him. He can only handle so much before he breaks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He will never, by any means whatsoever, ever hurt you or degrade you, or do anything that even closely relates to it. Not even to save his own life. The bruises he unintentionally leaves on you from time to time already stress him out enough as is, even if you tell him you don't mind them and that they barely even hurt. If you tell him that you want him to inflict some pain on you or degrade you, he'd flat out refuse. Even as a soldier, it goes against every grain of his very nature to hurt someone he loves. If he ever truly did hurt you, he'd never forgive himself.

Doesn't want to be hurt or degraded either - reminds him too much of his childhood. Any other bodily fluids outside of what usually comes with having sex is also an absolute no-go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Believe it or not, but König doesn't really like recieving blowjobs. He's big, and quite a bit more than just a mouthful, and usually when anyone tries to suck him off, even if they are capable of swallowing all of him down, they tend to end up scraping their teeth along the length of him and it doesn't feel good. He'd prefer a handjob in that case. That doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you use your mouth on him, though. Kiss and lick up the sides, tease the ridge just under the helmet, suck on the head and tongue the slit while you work your hand up and down and he'll be crying out your name to the heavens like it's the only thing that could ever save him.

Going down on you, though, is as far as he's concerned an absolute want and need.As mentioned before, he loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head, and it's also one of the few times where he actually appreciates his stature, because his hands can still easily reach the rest of your body. It's a bit too easy for him to lose himself in you, however - he tends to get "drunk" off of you and you swear it's like he forgets to breathe. Even with a tight grip of his hair, it takes you a lot to pull him away from you, and when you do, he sucks in a deep lungful of air, only to try and get his mouth back on you. If you by some miracle manage to hold him off, he'll start whining, and between the lust and overstimulation, you rarely have enough strength to actually hang on for long.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Surprisingly soft, even when he's fucking you senselessly. Never slams into you, no. Tends to start off slow, to make sure he's warmed you up enough, but picks up the pace once you start begging him to. Keeps a steady, heavy pace, and even though he doesn't necessarily fuck you hard, you feel like every thrust drives the air out of you.

Once he gets close, however, he picks up speed and strength, almost reminding you of a human jackhammer. When he cums, he pushes himself as deep into you as he can, staying there while you feel his cock pulse, and waits only a moment before he begins to grind his hips into you, relishing in the sensitivity as he pumps you full.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He would prefer to take his time with you; he needs to warm you up and stretch you out properly before he can actually fuck you. If you are going for a quickie, it's usually because you don't have access to the safety of your home at the moment, and if you (or he, for that matter) can't wait, he'll pull you along to find a secluded place somewhere and the two of you will make a mess out of each other with your hands and mouths instead.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

As mentioned before, can go for something semi-public, but he doesn't by any means want the two of you to get caught. He's up for anything you want to try, as long as there's no risk of either of you getting hurt or as long as it isn't out of this world.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He has finished quicker than intended at times, but if he does, he simply finds some other way to please you. Can last a good while, and you usually end up losing count of how many times you cum. He'll try to go for as long as you can, and he's kept you up at night a fair number of times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

The idea of toys hadn't really struck him, until he asked you what you did when he was away and you decided to show him. Blushing heavily, he asked you about what they were, how you used them and if they felt good. When your response is "not as good as you," he feels like his heart skips a beat and almost needs to physically restrain himself from throwing himself over you. After much blushing and stammering, he eventually turns to you and asks if you can show him how you use them. He watches closely and learns, and it's like you've given him a whole new world to explore (and new ways to render you completely mindless). He will use the toys on you until you're practically crying for him to give you a break, even if his cock sits painfully hard in his pants.

Once you suggest that you can use them on him as well, you thought he'd throw his neck out with how fast he snapped his head towards you. You showed him things he'd never even considered, and after the first time you'd use a vibrating wand on his cock, he was sure he'd never be the same again.

You tell him about dildos and how you can use them as well, and he finds himself wondering what it would be like if you used one on him. Tends to be the one fucking you, but the idea of you fucking him (with a real dick or no) does more to him than he'd like to admit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He doesn't mean to tease, honest! He just loses himself in you, loses track of time. If you whine at him and try to scold him for it, he'll apologize breathlessly, but sometimes he can't bring himself to move on. He's just fascinated by you, smitten by you.

If you want some payback, he's not hard to tease. Will whine if you hold back, beg if you stop. If you edge him, he'll do a mix of the both, his words slurring and his languages mixing together into a near unrecognizable mess. But you usually find it in yourself to be merciful. Usually.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Quite loud - the volume of his moans are usually on par with yours. He moans sweet things in your ears, trying to stay coherent, but it usually turns into a mess of English, German and Austrian German. Starts to ramble, and the words you are able to understand are usually somewhere along the lines of "ah, fuck, scheisse, you feel so good, ah, so fffuu-uhuh-ckinggood, I don't want to stop, I can't stop, m-my love, please, liebling, you take me so well, please don't stop now, I beg you, don't stop, I- ah!"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

As far as blowjobs go, there's only ever been one that has been able to take all of him in their mouth - a man almost his own size that offered to go with him to the men's room back at base during some downtime right after a mission. The man had happily gotten down on his knees, opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out and let him grab him firmly by the head and throatfuck him against the stall door (König can still remember the sounds - if anyone else heard them, they never made it known). He would enthusiastically offer himself up a few more times, to the point where it almost became routine after missions. But then one day the man was gone and König just didn't see him again.

He's confessed this to you, worried that you might not want to be with him anymore, but you jokingly/not-so-jokingly suggested that maybe you should find another guy who can take him like that again, and his mind has been running wild ever since.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

He is most certainly big, definitely, however he is not wielding some sort of horsecock. Sits somewhere around 7-8 inches, thick enough to stretch you out and fill you up, but not so thick that you feel like you're about to split in half.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Wants you nearly constantly, but usually leaves you to initiate. He can only hold off for so long, however, and once he's at his whit's end, he'll start touching you, running his fingers along your arms at first, then your waist, then his hands are gripping at your hips and he's breathing heavily into your ear, whispering to you how badly he wants you, will you please let him have you?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He will actually fall asleep rather fast if you tell him to lay with you for a bit longer before you clean up, which is why he usually declines. He wants both of you to be clean and fresh so that you don't have to deal with the icky and uncomfortable clean up that happens if you let it dry. Once clean, though, he'll happily crawl back into bed with you and either have you rest on top of him like a little blanket, or lay his head down onto your chest, and he'll be out like a light before you know it.

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Love and Neighbors

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Just a short, filler chapter guys as I get back on the bandwagon! Please enjoy <3 More to come soon

40- Ma Kent's World Peace

You were helping Ma Kent with her pie crust when you heard the old screen door creek open before slamming closed as an array of voices suddenly filled the room. Clark’s voice you could listen to over all of them as he let out a loud, bellowing laugh. Seconds later he was walking into the kitchen with Bruce Wayne and Pa Kent following behind him. 

“Oh, Bruce!” You said, excitedly. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

You reached out for a hug, happy to see the billionaire after such a long time, and he returned it with just as much heart. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.”

“In the neighborhood,” Ma Kent scoffed. “Is that what they call flying a private jet nowadays?”

“Hi Ma,” Bruce said, kissing her cheek. 

She patted his cheek before stepping back to look at him. Ma Kent tsked before pointing to the old, wooden table in the corner of the kitchen. “Go sit down, Bruce Wayne! You’re skinnier than a stick. I know Alfred has been feeding you…”

You tuned Ma Kent out as you turned to Clark. Every time you looked at him it was like looking at a full moon; standing out amongst the void which left you starstruck. With a smile, you reached for him to pull him into a tight, warm hug. 

Placing a kiss on your lips, Clark mumbled, “You’re getting better at making pies.”

“Oh, you’re such a liar,” You said with a playful swat to his arm. 

Pa Kent was quick to interject, saying in an almost-whisper, “I think we need to save your friend, son.” 

Looking back over to the table, Ma Kent stood over Bruce with her hands on her hips. The man looked to be a little kid getting the scolding of a lifetime, now and then looking over to silently ask for help. 

“Ma, how about we get to finishing that pie, so we can fatten this boy up,” Pa Kent said. “You two go join your friend. I’ll help Ma.”

You took a seat next to Bruce with Clark on your other side. When Ma stepped away, the billionaire boy seemed to let out a long breath of relief. “I don’t think Alfred has ever scolded me as much.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Kent gave me a good talking to when I mentioned I forgot to eat breakfast,” You said, remembering it. If every person in the world had a Ma Kent, you were positive there would be world peace. 

Clark added, “She scolds me, too, and I’m Superman.”

“What a brag,” You and Bruce said simultaneously. 

That surprised you, and the two of you were quick to look at each other. Mr. Wayne smiled while you laughed, Clark suddenly feeling joy and terror. He loved his two friends getting along, but the fact they had the same sarcastic humor terrified him. Turning in his chair, he asked, “How’s that pie comin’, Ma?”

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Exactly what are the different exactlies?

During this season, it's pretty clear that Aziraphale and Crowley both adore each other and humanity and want very much to be together. It's also pretty clear that, even before Heaven came and made Aziraphale an offer he probably couldn't refuse, he and Crowley weren't quite on the same page regarding...well, just what they are.

What the heck? How can their feelings be so mutual and so out of sync?

Well, I always said Aziraphale was the collectivist and Crowley was the individualist, and Season 2 has only made me more certain of it. These sound like such boring and dry concepts, but they get to the heart of even their most extreme issues - for example, Aziraphale's denial about Heaven as a dangerous place originates with his incredibly deep-seated need to believe in and belong to a collective.

At his worst, Aziraphale can subsume Crowley - jumping so enthusiastically on the "our car" bandwagon that he changed a bunch of things about the Bentley is an excellent example of how he was basically ready to assimilate Crowley into his own identity. And, of course, had he actually brought Crowley back to Heaven, that, too, would have taken away everything that makes Crowley himself. This is Aziraphale being a "rebound mess," feeling at loose ends because he's lost his sense of belonging with Heaven and wants Crowley to meet all these newly-dangling emotional needs.

But at his best, Aziraphale helps connect Crowley to others and to the world. He's usually the one introducing individual humans to Crowley. He gives Crowley excuses to be helpful, both to him and to others. He pulls Crowley into fun, more pleasurable human activities, like eating oysters at Petronius's and watching Shakespeare plays, when Crowley is having trouble seeing anything but work. At the end of both seasons, Aziraphale has been the one who insisted on actively pushing for a greater cause.

Of course Aziraphale was drawn back into Heaven. Whether you're considering his weakest points, like his need for approval from anyone he believes has authority, or his strongest, like his genuine wish for things to be Better For Everyone, he leans into collectives.

At his worst, Crowley can isolate Aziraphale. Aziraphale is sort of Crowley's one major interpersonal commitment, and while Aziraphale enjoys this, it does create a lopsided situation where they're each focused on different things. And Crowley loves humans conceptually, but because he wants to avoid the pain of getting attached to mortals, he is pretty quick to let his connections to humans go. While influencing Aziraphale away from Heaven is a good thing, Crowley doesn't have another very strong community to influence Aziraphale toward.

But at his best, Crowley has helped Aziraphale develop himself outside of the corrupt institution that has tried so hard to crush every ounce of conscience and individuality out of him. Many of the Earthly pleasures that Aziraphale tries to draw Crowley toward are things that Crowley introduced him to in the first place! Crowley's individualism encourages Aziraphale to try things that he's been conditioned not to try, and then Aziraphale's instinct for getting attached to things he enjoys can take over.

Of course Crowley has to think of himself and Aziraphale as an isolated unit. That's a clear-eyed view of what they really are in the world of immortal beings.

Now, I've argued before that Heaven is all about the Collective and Hell is all about hard-scrabble individualism. We have these two Sides, one of which demands its angels give up all individuality and follow the group at all costs, and the other of which demands its demons constantly fight for their own survival with a desperate scarcity of space and resources.

It's through time on Earth and the things they admire about each other that Crowley and Aziraphale have become different from Heaven and Hell, respectively. Aziraphale is thrilled to have discovered himself, someone who exists outside of Heaven. Crowley, meanwhile, is thrilled to connect with someone else in a gentle, intimate way that Hell would never allow. But Aziraphale still has that need to Belong baked in, and Crowley will always need to be his own boss with his own priorities.

Fortunately, there is a "side" that is really very good at creating smaller, more intimate groups within larger societies, fulfilling both needs, and that is Humanity.