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#it’s possibly one of the most dynamic pairings in fiction

superbat-love · 10 months

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I don't understand how Superbat can be considered boring when there's more than 70 years' worth of comic book, animation and live-action material by different writers, artists, directors and actors, each putting their own spin on Superman, Batman, and their dynamic together.

With tons of versions of Superman and Batman, you've got different settings, alternate universes, and future renditions in addition to the canon material to draw inspiration from. You can get creative with your headcanons and fanfics, mixing and matching different elements to suit your tastes.

And there are a lot of genres to explore from cute Superbat fluff to angsty hurt/comfort Superbat. You can also experiment with different character dynamics, like older!Clark x younger!Bruce or younger!Clark x older!Bruce, evil!Superman x good!Batman or evil!Batman x good!Superman, and friends to lovers or enemies to lovers scenarios. The possibilities are endless.

#it’s possibly one of the most dynamic pairings in fiction #there’s a reason why these two are iconic #as individuals and as a pair #sab rants #dc headcanon #dc fanfic #drabble #text post #superbat #dc #superman x batman #batman x superman #batman/superman #superman/batman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne

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dustykneed · 4 months

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OKAY YALL. jim totally has movie nights/show watching nights with bones and spock (jim's captain's quarters have this big retractable screen meant for conference calls or viewing ship logs but obviously it also effectively doubles as a giant tv screen!!) and it basically turns into sleepover night where they have fun doing the fun kiddy shit they deserve (after bones and jim nearly started brawling after jim wiped the floor at monopoly via "underhanded GODDAMN tactics" according to bones, spock has made a note never to attempt to bring up monopoly on movie nights EVER AGAIN)

but also consider: pre-slash spones watching a show and arguing about favourite characters ("Your parameters for selecting a 'favourite character' are most illogical, Doctor." "Favouritism is favouritism, Spock! I couldn't give a rat's ass about goddamned logic!") but agreeing that their favourite chars would make a great couple ("It would be illogical to deny the high compatibility of these characters. One might be inclined to infer that their opposing characteristics may in fact be complementary and hence conducive to an optimal relationship." "By God, just say that ya think they look good together, Spock!") EXCEPT THEIR FAVOURITE CHARACTERS ARE BASICALLY THEMSELVES RESPECTIVELY lmao

jim is sitting next to them on the couch watching them argue shaking his head like it is So obvious ya doofuses GET TOGETHER ALREADY

until this new character (extremely jim-coded) is introduced in the next season who has shockingly intense chemistry with each of the bones/spock coded chars individually. Which starts a whole ship war between bones and spock, who, ironically, ship the other's character with the new one, and go ham on trying to prove (quoting scenes, acting choices, prop choices, even theorising about behind-the-scenes agendas) that they're right about their ship. jim thinks it's absolutely fucking hilarious seeing his best friends come extremely close to duking it the fuck out on his couch over FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, GUYS, COME ON. all the while bones and spock are losing their fucking minds because occasionally their own favourite characters will have Moments and they'll go insane trying to figure out which ship is definitively endgame. they have a bet going that whoever has their ship sunk will have to hand over a quarter of their lab time to the victor and act as assistant while the other uses the time to work on their own experiments.

jim thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever seen- UNTIL ON THE LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON ALL THREE CHARACTERS GET TOGETHER. jim (who has Known how much the character dynamics reflected the triumvirate themselves all along) is completely fucking speechless and has a huuuuge epiphany about his own feelings for spock and bones. meanwhile bones (speechless with pure unfettered rage both at the fact that technically he was wrong but also HOW COULD HE NOT HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE???) and spock (kicking himself mentally for not having considered this possibility previously) are about to argue (all while jim is spiralling lmfao) when the bones-coded character says something like "huh. I guess we were so focused on trying to pair up that we forgot we worked best together as a trio." and bones starts to Get It, and then spock also starts to Get It, and they turn to jim, who gets that they Get It, and begins to giggle hysterically, and it is so contagious that bones starts to die of laughter and even spock cracks a chuckle.

Later, when they're all lying in jim's giant bed sleepy and happy and satisfied, cuddled together and cozy as hell, jim tells them that he's sorta known they (spones) would get together like in the show all along but he doesn't know how he didn't figure out where he came into the equation until now when it was so obvious!! and bones tells him he thinks he had always loved jim and spock but for some reason it took months and months of ship wars to see it (lol) which he's definitely glad for despite the high blood pressure every time he and spock would argue. and spock presses a kiss to the corner of jim's mouth and two fingers to bones' own, and whispers that for once, he agrees fully with leonard on the matters of their new favourite ship. jim doesn't think he's ever grinned that wide in his entire fucking life.

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ft-3racha · 6 months

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against the law (ft. seo changbin)

pairing: seo changbin (skz) x gn reader

warnings: smut (!!), e2l (kinda??), public (but secluded) sex, bondage with a belt, clear d/s dynamics, oral (m rec), face fucking, dirty talking, choking, gagging, degradation (reader gets called slut, whore, fucktoy), praise (reader gets called good, baby etc.), changbin has a sir kink, scratching, slight dumbification and breeding kink if you squint, changbin in glasses needs a warning by itself

author‘s note: here is my first piece of fiction about one of the best rappers/producers/lyricists, seo changbin of stray kids! i really hope you like it! i tried to keep it as gender inclusive as possible by not mentioning anything about the body, so anyone would be able to imagine themselves in reader‘s place.

wc: 4,7k

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studying law was never the main priority you set for yourself in high school. neither was graduating university as one of the top students and getting job requests thrown at you left, right and center; but here you were, almost a year into working at one of the best law firms in your city.

at first, your new colleagues were suspicious: you were young, barely had any knowledge about life and what being a lawyer would mean- or so they thought. within the first couple of days you were able to proof them wrong and quickly earned their respect. most of the team consisted of men in their 40s; all of them wealthy, very well known, highly praised lawyers, who worked on difficult cases all over the country.

there was only a handful of people close to your age, but you didn‘t mind that most your colleagues were double your age: it was more so a challenge to you.

you got along with all of them pretty well. except for one: seo changbin. every time you heard someone calling his name, you would feel an uncomfortable chill creep up your spine and your face scrunch in displeasure. this man was the epitome of an arrogant asshole: he was in his late twenties, about two years older than you, yet somehow you felt like he had the mind of a 14-year old teenage boy; with his constant bragging, his inappropriate commentaries and ridiculous laughter you felt more like you were talking to a middle schooler than to one of your teammates.

it was another day at the office, and you flattened out the back of your bottom attire before sitting down, placing your iced americano right next to your computer on your desk, just like you did every morning. your jacket was hung loosely over the back of the chair alongside your bag, the silver buckle on it lightly reflecting in the sunlight that shone through the window just right, warming your back slightly. „alright, let‘s get to it“, you mumbled to yourself, slowly lifting the cup to your lips and letting the cool liquid hit your mouth through the straw. you adored a good iced americano in the morning, occasionally bringing some for jisung as well, just like you did this morning. han jisung was one of the other co-workers around your age, and, benefitting to you, your assigned office-partner. at first you were scared about sharing the office with another person, but as soon as you found out it would be jisung, you were rather excited than scared. and to say you guys hit it off from the start was an understatement; turns out you guys had so much in common, that now, almost a year later, you were best friends and couldn’t imagine life without one another.

almost half an hour into working on your current case jisung stumbled through the door, his grey hair sitting on his head messily, the tie around his neck holding on for dear life and his button-up buttoned the wrong way. „i‘m so fucking sorry“, he started apologizing, „i absolutely did not hear my alarm this morning.“ „no worries, sungie“, you replied, a sly smile gracing your features, „i bet minho kicked your ass out of bed, huh?“ jisung sat down, his chubby cheeks covered in a rosy tint; it was not a secret to you that jisung was absolutely head over heels for lee minho, the main receptionist you walked past before heading into the office space every morning. well, almost every morning. „yeah, as soon as he noticed that we both slept in he basically ran for his damn life and dragged me with him“, jisung rambled before taking a big sip from his americano and slowly unpacking his files. „i left him an americano upfront as well.“ your gesture had jisung looking at you in adoration, his eyes throwing thank you‘s and kisses in your direction. „but, hanji, you guys really need to talk about keeping this whole situation a secret. i still don‘t get why you do that to yourself.“ your shift in topic caused jisung to drop his gaze as he began fidgeting with his hands: „i know, and we want to tell everyone. guess we‘re both just scared about what they will say.“ „if those old men around here say shit, then i‘m just gonna take my shoes and shove them up their a-“ „say shit about what?“, a certain voice made you freeze mid sentence and shift your gaze to the door: there stood changbin in all his annoying glory, pushing his black, thick framed glasses up the bridge of his nose before stepping into your office space without asking for it. „and who said you could come in?“, you confronted him, glaring right into his brown orbs. „i did, sweetheart“, he answered, dragging out the nickname for you nonchalantly. „didn‘t i tell you…like, a million times, not to call me that?“ he left this question unanswered, just shrugging his bulky, broad shoulders and slowly making his way over to your desk with long steps. „carter said that you and i should work on your murder case together.“ „i don‘t fucking think so, currently working on it with jisung“, you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and meeting his eyes once again. „that‘s weird, cause he told me that jisung is working on another case and asked me to help you.“ involuntarily, your cheeks turned a shade of red, embarrassment clouding your mind about the fact seo changbin caught you lying to his face. the truth was simple, yet hard: you‘d rather drown your face in a bucket of bleach than work with him on one of the most important cases of your entire career. „alright“, you admitted through gritted teeth, „you caught me. i‘m working on it alone, and it‘s gonna stay that way. i will never work on a case with you, idiot, and i think i made that pretty clear before.“ thats true, and he knew it. there had been multiple encounters in the past where changbin tried working with you, asked you out or shamelessly flirted with you (at least thats what jisung said; to you, it was just annoying bickering), but you declined him every time: your guess being that he was never rejected by anyone in his life, hencewhy his cocky behaviorism standing loud and proud.

he threw his hands up in defence, his big hands tall in the air as he rose his eyebrows and cocked a smile. „chill out, sweetheart. can‘t force you to work with me after all. just thought i‘d ask, to benefit the case, you know.“ he took his hands back down and scratched his left bicep with his right hand. that gesture made you take notice of the way he had rolled up the sleeves of his white button up, the cuffs meeting his elbows. the silky material clung deliciously tight onto his very defined, muscular upper arms, and his right triceps flexed with every move that he made. to say this man was attractive was an understatement. and you were aware of that. you were very much aware of how you wanted to run your hands through his fluffy, black locks every time they were as beautifully messy as they were on said day; it made him look like he got straight up and out of bed like this, and lord knows he probably did. seo motherfucking changbin was just as effortlessly handsome as one could be. and hot. oh, so hot. he was broad, back shaped like a triangle with muscles visible wherever you apprechiated them to be. but they didn‘t just look pretty; this man was strong. he could probably split you in half without any effort, and he would be perfectly fine.

to sum it up: he was exactly your type. if it wouldn‘t be for that goddamn ego. so, to sum it up correctly: he would be exactly your type. „you wanna see what‘s underneath or do you just wanna keep staring like that?“ a simple question and a smirk well known to you brought you back to reality, so you quickly shook your head and went back to resume with your work. you just stared at seo changbin, and you don‘t know for how long exactly. „all right, i‘m gonna go. you know where to find me“, the black-haired pack of muscles with an unnecessarily loud mouth said before leaving, turning around in the doorway to send quick goodbyes to han and a wink your way before disappearing completely. you let out a sigh of frustration before resuming your work, ignoring jisungs smile and questioning looks.

„alright, i‘ll see you later tonight, right?“, jisung asked, holding the door open for you to step out into the mild late afternoon breeze. your encounter with changbin was hours ago, yet it was still on your mind the whole day. you despised that guy and his awfully cocky behavior. and the way he thinks he can just swoon everyone off of their feet. and how he looks so fucking good. „yeah“, you replied, „i‘ll meet you back here at 9?“ „sure thing.“ with that, jisung hugged you before your ways parted. your apartment complex was only a couple blocks, and an approximately 15 minute walk, away from work, which you gladly took every day to prepare your mind for work and get your mind off of it afterwards.

15 minutes later you opened up the door to your little home before closing it behind you immediately, leaving your shoes, jacket and bag at the door. right off the bet, you were greeted by your cat, which you sat down with on your couch for a couple of minutes. you still don‘t know why you agreed to meet jisung back at the office at 9, because you had been dreading this exact gathering for weeks: your first annual office party. apparently it’s been a thing at the company for years now, to dress nicely and have some drinks together with some very important guests; investors, sponsors, clients from important companies and even ceo‘s from rivaling law firms would be there to celebrate and talk about…whatever it is that people talk about at those events. jisung asked you to go to get drunk with him, and you happily agreed because of the free alcohol, completely forgetting the formal attire and circumstances. „well, i already agreed. might as well get ready soon“, you mumbled to yourself before getting up to cook. after eating your food, you took a nice, long shower and sat down at your desk to finish up your hair and face before putting on the outfit you bought especially for this occasion. thid kind of attire was not out of your ordinary, yet you never owned a costume formal enough for events like this. this particular one, however, immediately caught your eye one day while you were out with han: it was a deep shade of burgundy made out of beautiful material, furthermore sitting just right where you needed it to: it was simple, yet elegant and beautiful. you were confident that this specific outfit would make anyone feel as nice as they possibly could, thats why you were absolutely stoked to get ready, eventho it was for a cause you feel like you could barely ever be ready for.

four hours later, and two rounds in already, you found yourself on the highest floor of the building. the big meeting area was decorated nicely for the occasion, and even a bar had been set up, soft music playing in the background while people were talking about taxes, work and the latest gossip. you, jisung and minho stood gathered around a small table, each of you a glass of champagne in your hand. „i‘m telling you, this man is obsessed with his cats“, jisung says while pointing at minho, his cheeks and nose already a little red from the alcohol. han jisung can‘t handle his alcoholic beverages. „that has been known forever, sungie“, minho replied for you while you just nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the room to look for nobody in particular. at least that‘s what you were trying to tell yourself, but ever since this morning you couldn’t stop thinking about him and the fact that he‘s probably built like a fucking greek god. you despised that man for being so ridiculously sexy.

you kept on scanning a room, until your eyes met his. and you swore he was eating you up with his stare. but so were you. the black curls on his head messy as ever, the glasses adorning his face as always. his perfect figure was hidden behind a (probably tailored) black suit, a matching tie set around his neck and laying on top of a fresh white button up. he never wears ties, always refuses them because it makes him look „stuck up“. fuck him for making it seem like he‘s so different than anyone else for not wearing a tie.

on the other hand, seeing him with one on is a welcome change. he was talking to a couple of people that looked very important, sharing laughter here and there, answering questions while sipping on a beer. the situation itself seemed perfectly normal, at least to the people usually attending social gatherings like this one, except for the fact that he never lifted his gaze off of you, yet nobody seemed to mind. it was quite common for people to not look at each other, because nobody actually gave a shit in your industry. jisung and minho were so caught up in their own conversation that not even these two noticed the staring contest that was happening right in front of them. suddenly the mood switched, and changbin let his gaze wander. over your nicely done hair, over your glowing face, over your body. and by the way his eyes seemed to darken, you could tell that he liked what he saw. neither you nor changbin dared to drag the attention away from one another, too caught up in the moment to realize where you were: all that mattered was you two. and you were not mad about it. changbin slowly lifted his glass to his lips, nonchalantly answering questions here and there, slowly licking his lips after every sip he took. he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was fucking good at it. you felt like your blood was boiling inside of you, warmth spreading throughout your entire body. as much as you hated him, you wanted him. so badly. and, maybe just this once, you could forget about your principles.

apparently changbin felt the heat between you two, cause he began to loosen up his tie, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. your breath hitched and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together: you didn’t know that it was possible, but changbin just got ten times hotter.

the small smirk on his lips drove you crazy, your teeth slowly sinking into your bottom lip to provide any pathetic sounds from slipping accidentally. seo changbin made it difficult for you to stay calm on a daily basis already; on this particular evening tho, he did so for a completely different reason. before he excused himself and took one of the doorways out, he shot you a wink. not even a minute later you felt your phone vibrate, signaling you that you got a message.

i always wanted to fuck you on your desk

your brain short-circuited, and before you could even excuse yourself, your feet carried you to the elevator and down to your office. slowly, you opened the door, the whole room engulfed in nothing but the pale city lights and nervousness. with no sight of changbin, you stepped further into the room, about to turn on the light, when a hand on your wrist and the sound of the door shutting and locking stopped you from doing so. „hey darling“, a familiar voice rasped into your ear, before he pressed you against the door with a little, but not too much, aggression. „hi changbin“, was all you could answer, gulping down a lump in your throat, before your eyes finally adjusted to the dark and you could see his features: the smug grin left his face, and was now replaced by nothing but pure lust. „what are you doing here?“ oh, so he wants to play dumb. „you texted me something about my desk“, you replied, your gaze flickering down to his plump lips. one of his hands found his way to your chin, which he lifted up slowly, forcing your gaze to meet his once again. sweet, sweet torture. „really? what did i say?“ „that you wanted to fuck me on it.“ your direct answer made him chuckle darkly, his hand wandering from your chin down and finding your hips, where he lazily rested his hands. „i think i did say that, didn‘t i? and what do you think of that?“ you didn‘t know an answer to his question, so you simply shrugged as good as you could. „i need your consent, sweet thing. otherwise i will not touch you“, he stated, not moving an inch and looking at you. your next move determined whether or not the relationship between you guys changed or if it stayed exactly the same: him shamelessly flirting on a daily and you being overly annoyed by his poor excuses of pick-up lines he threw at you before going back to your usual back and forth until one of you guys had enough. but it already changed, so there‘s nothing left to lose, and probably the best fuck of your entire life to win. your hands slowly crept up his body, meeting each other behind his head, tangling in his hair. with glossy eyes and barely above a whisper, you threw all of your principles overboard and whispered: „please.“

without another word, he tightened his grip on your waist, cupped your face with one hand and let your lips meet in a heated kiss. his lips moved against yours with force, the kiss messy and sloppy. it was perfect.

as if it was nothing, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him in one swift motion. „ you look incredible tonight“, he almost growled against your neck, before he started lingering it with kisses. you moaned softly, happy that there was not a soul in this part of the building. changbin carried you over to your desk and placed you down. there was nothing to throw off of it, like in those cliché movie scenes before they make out in an office: you always left your desk perfectly clean, apart from your computer. your hands tugged on his hair when he sucked on the right spots, occasionally earning a deep animalistic growl from him. „you have no idea how often i thought about fucking you right here.“ the thought alone made you go feral: changbin fucking himself to the thought of you. „and what did you do when you thought about me?“, you asked, wanting him to keep talking to you. „you really wanna know? i fucked my fist imagining it was your mouth taking my cock so fucking deep, gagging on it, or me filling you up to the brim.“ while he said all of those sinful things, he kept kissing your neck, resting his hands on your thigh or your waist while pressing his lower half into you. you could feel him growing harder with every passing second. involuntarily, you started rutting your hips against him in search for some kind of friction. „look at you“, he said lowly, looking down at you, „you‘re so fucking needy. can‘t wait for my cock anymore, huh? are you that desperate to get fucked? little slut.“ you moaned louder, and he pressed his palm against your lips in order to shut you up. „oh, someone likes being degraded“, he noticed, the blush on your face furiously growing as he took away the hand he placed on your mouth. „do you?“ all you could do is nod in submission: his presence was so dominating, but in the best way possible. „now tell me: do you want me to take of your clothes or fuck you in them so you remember me whenever you look at them?“ his question left no room for a different answer than the second one. „fuck me in them“ „then ask nicely“, he retorted, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his tie and everything else he wore uptop in one swift motion. and holy shit, his upper body looked just as broad and delicious as you imagined it to be. „please, sir, take me in my clothes, so i remember you whenever i look at them.“ that goddamm nickname made him let out another animalistic sound, before unbuckling his belt and taking it off, carefully placing it to the side. you gave yourself a mental check up to keep that name for him. „on your knees, i‘m gonna put that smart mouth of yours to good fucking use.“ in one swift motion you moved from the desk down on your knees, watching as he pulled down his zipper, dragging the pants and boxer down with it. and then he stood, in all his glory, and you swore you had to be careful not to salivate. his length was nice; not overly huge, definately not small either. but he was girthy for sure. his tip was leaking, signaling you how ready he was for you to take him wherever he wanted you to. „open up, and tap my thigh three times when it‘s getting too much for you. understood?“ „yes, sir“, you responded with obedience, his gaze meeting yours. „such an obedient baby, so good to me.“ the praise was doing it for you as well. he grabbed your hair before shoving his length past your lips and bottoming back out. changbin moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, and you swore you never heard a more beautiful sound leave his pink lips, bevor he slowly started moving in and out of your mouth, giving you more and more of him with each thrust. the sight alone turned you on to a maximum: changbin using you, being so high on the pleasure your mouth is giving him, made you shiver in anticipation. you didn‘t mind him using you like a personal fucktoy whatsoever, in fact it excited you even more.

he continued to fuck your face until you gagged on him, saliva covering his cock and tears brimming your eyes, threatening to spill. changbin loved seeing you in this fucked out stage, submitting to him without hesitation. „you look so fucking good, taking my cock so fucking good like that. my personal little slut, shit“, he moaned, before taking his cock out completely. „get up, i don‘t wanna cum like that. wanna cum inside of you.“ finally. „do you want me to use a condom?“, he asked before lifting you back up onto the desk. „no, sir. please. i need you so bad. wanna feel all of you inside me“, you answered, resting a hand on his chest. he took it away, locking a hand around your wrist before looking in your eyes and asking with seriousness laced in his voice: „who said you could touch me?“

you knew you were fucked as soon as those words left his lips, but never in your life would you have imagined to find yourself lying back down on your office desk with your hand held together by a belt over your head. it was thrilling, exciting. it made your heart beat in your chest like crazy. or maybe it was that god-like man above you about to give you the best dick of your entire life. „you look so fucking good right now, so ready for me“, he mumbled, letting his hands wander up your legs that were spread out for him nicely. obviously he wouldn’t be able to take you completely dressed, so your bottom half was bare at this point, your underwear tossed somewhere in the room only the fabric knew. suddenly you were brought back by the head of his cock rubbing against you, wet from a mixture of your saliva and arousal. without another warning, you felt him stretch you out just right. it was a little painful, but in the best way possible. he also didn‘t give you any time to adjust, setting a steady rhythm from the start. and once he noticed he fucked you just how you liked it, he got faster and faster, drilling into you at an unholy speed. you would practically scream his name at that point, if it weren‘t for changbin shoving two fingers into your mouth, shutting you up, you only being able to moan and whine around his digits. „so fucking hot“, he growled, „taking my cock so fucking well in your tight little hole.“ he took his fingers out of your mouth, demanding you to tell him how good it feels. „so good…so big…“ you weren‘t able to form coherent sentences at that point, he quite literally fucked your brains out. „taking it in your fucking office, on your desk. gonna remember this night forever, how you let me fuck you here, like the little whore that you are“, he slurred between inhumane thrusts, drunk on your walls clenching around him and the thought of you. „wanna touch you, please“, you begged on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by all the pleasure you were feeling. „mark me up“, is all he said, loosening up the belt. you knew exactly what to do, ramming your nails in his back and scratching him to the point where he felt like exploding, the pain mixed with the thought of being marked by you too much.

he could tell you were close, your abused walls convulsing around him and getting tighter with every thrust. he closed a hand around your neck, hammering into you with the last bit of willpower left, barely able to hold back his own orgasm, too engulfed in your warmth. „cum for me, let it all out“, he ordered, and you didn‘t need to be asked twice, spasming and clenching around him immediately as waves of pleasures hit you with so much force that you felt like seeing stars. that‘s all it took for him to follow, your clenching core getting filled by him until every last drop was yours.

both of you needed a moment to come back to reality, yet it hit you pretty quickly: you just had sex with seo changbin. the seo changbin you despised so much. or so you thought.

before you were able to say anything he pulled out, leaving you with an unpleasant feeling of emptiness. you sat up and he immediately took your face in his hands and gave you a kiss. a kiss that was full of so much passion you, once again, felt like passing out. „are you okay?“, was the first thing he said, with genuine concern lacing his voice. „yes, i‘m perfectly fine. just a little sore“, you answered, earning a laugh from him before he nervously started scratching his neck. „listen“, he started, „i meant what i said, not just sexually. i think about you a lot, and i would really like to take you out. i know you don‘t like me, probably for a good reason, but i promise you, i‘m not that bad.“ „i guess i can give you a chance“, you bickered, which caused him to just smile.

next thing you know you woke up in your bed, the memories from last night flooding your head. as you slowly roll over you grabbed your phone, noticing a message from jisung at the top of your screen. „hope you got home safe!! sorry i didn‘t talk to you a lot, but minho kissed me in front of everyone, guess we‘re official now. oh btw, i know you‘re off today, but quick question: why is there a pair of underwear on my fucking chair????“

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starlight-bread-blog · 11 days

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Zuko and Katara Won't Enable Each Other

Disclaimer: If you've read my stance on healthy couples in fiction, you know I'm not gonna care if they would, in fact, enable each other. Flaws & struggles are realistic and have a place in fiction. However, I do disagree with this sentiment and generally love to talk about Zuko and Katara's dynamic. So, here I am.

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One of the most common protests to Zuko and Katara as a pairing is the following:

Zuko and Katara are both prone to anger and making emotion-driven decisions. They must never be together, or they'll enable each other's worst tendencies.

One things needs to be clear. When making an argument it is with utmost importance to cite the text. Textual evidence is the proof one doesn't make things up to push their view. Without it, the argument becomes worthless words with no grounds in reality. So, what textual evidence do those who make the argument above cite?

In The Southern Raiders, Katara was going to murder her mother's killer. Such act would weight heavy on someone like her. It's an impulsive and dangerous decision. But Zuko didn't try to stop it, he was enabling that fury.

I've already discussed The Southern Raiders in-depth in its own post, so I won't repeat myself much here. On the post I explain that The Southern Raiders dealt with anger that Katara has been harboring since she was eight, it dealt with her deepest trauma. And by the end of the episode, Katara is changed by the experience, and Zuko admits to have been wrong and grows.

Therefore, The Southern Raiders is an outlier and would not repeat itself under normal circumstances. It is not textual evidence for Zuko and Katara enabling each other in a future romantic relationship. Thus, the argument has no textual evidence and can be disragarded.

If their dynamic is healthy, not enabling, shouldn't there be textual evidence to suggest this?

Not necessarily, since we didn't have much time with Zuko and Katara as friends. Additionally, the burden of proof is placed on those who make the claim. However, I did manage to gather some textual evidence that their dynamic already isn't what people describe it to be in canon.

Exhibit A: Sozin's Comet, Part 1: The Phoenix King

Here, Katara was already rightfully pissed off at A\ang for avoiding what, at the time, seemed to be his duty as the Avatar. She was going to angrily chase him, but Zuko rationally explained to her why he doesn't think it's a good idea. And she understood and calmed down.

Zuko doesn't enable Katara's rage and Katara doesn't keep pushing once she's offered a logical solution. They made a rational decision when it was the easiest to get even rightfully angry.

Exhibit B: Sozin's Comet, Part 2: The Old Masters

A\ang left them in the worst possible time. Katara already has abandonment issues (see: The Awakening), and the force he was supposed to fight is Zuko's abusive father. But they know they have to keep calm and track him down.

If they were controlled by their emotions together, we would see them get worked up. But we don't. Katara and Zuko once again made a rational decision.

Exhibit C: Sozin's Comet, Part 3: Into the Inferno

Zuko accepting Azula's offer to an Agni Kai could easily be seen as irrational. He would want to prove he can beat her. But when Katara thinks Zuko is making an emotion-based decision, she calls him out.

And even insists on it.

And then Zuko reveals that he did think clearly all along, and had a logical reasoning:

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In conclusion, the argument that Zuko and Katara would enable each other has no textual evidence. Time and time again they are proven able to make rational decisions without enabling each other's emotions. Thank you for reading.

#zutara #zutara month #zutara month 2024 #anti anti zutara #pro zutara #zutara meta #zuko x katara #katara x zuko #zutara analysis #zutara evidence #zutara forever #zutara nation #zutara should have been canon #zutara supremacy #zutara was robbed #zutarian #zukoxkatara #kataraxzuko

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cerosin-bis · 12 days

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What about Krueger made you so obsessed (in a cool way) with him and what about him led you to create him the way you do/did?

If you want, same question for Nikto

Have a good time

Honestly? it's his bio.

When I got MW19 in march of 2020 I didn't care much about Krueger: I was all over Ghost making his big comeback, for the first time in exactly 10 years. which is the amount of time I had been grieving AND waiting for him. btw. I read the bios as I unlocked characters, and Krueger was the last vanilla op I unlocked since he demands 25 full takedowns (as a matter of comparison, König needs one).

Krueger's bio caught my eye off the bat since... well it's pretty self-explanatory, yet he's still working with the "good guys" (in the multiplayer lore, since there was one in this game).

It explicitely tells you about him 1) being an excellent liar (joining a foreign regular military and then its special forces with a fake ID, like cmon man) 2) being *very heavily implied* to have committed extremely serious crimes and that is a euphemism.

So, I found his whole character, his voicelines and his dossier, to be very, very interesting, unique and quite refreshing. It basically opened a whole world of possibilities. I lacked the terrain/inspiration to explore different/darker dynamics in fiction; and now presented with a character that was morally dubious at the very best to start with... Krueger's character laid out the red freaking carpet for me.

Pairing him with Nikto, who in MW19 has 3 lines of bio - that stand perfectly on the fine line between "characteristic" and "too specific", mwii/iii I'm looking at you - was the most compelling shit I've done maybe ever.

Mid-2020 I made my first kruegernikto fanart. And now, soon to be 4 years later, we're here lmfao

#ask #krueger #da cero lore #2-3 weeks late in asks sorry

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fyodorloveclub · 1 year

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pairing: shibusawa x fem reader

cw: stepdad x stepdaughter, age gap, cockwarming, exhibitionism, brief mention of breeding kink, creampie, shibu lightly drugs the mom. 18+ DARK CONTENT, MINORS DNI!!

notes: this is in the same universe as my other shibu fic, i just really wanted to actually write about the cockwarming i briefly mentioned in it. all credit for the original concept of step-dad/prof shibu goes to kal @hnnnnnnnmscorner !!! reminder that this is all fiction, and has no reflection of reality.

wc: 3.4k

“Daddy, please,” you whined, tugging on the sleeve of your lover standing in front of you.

“Shh, princess, it’s okay,” Shibusawa cooed, petting your hair. “We must go, make Mom happy.”

“But I don’t want to. Want you to fuck me like you promised,” you repeated, pouting, for the umpteenth time.

Shibusawa pressed a finger to his lips to signal you to lower your voice, though his face stayed soft. The two of you were on the second floor standing just outside of your room, while your mother was in the kitchen downstairs. But you could never be too careful.

He leaned in close to press a soft kiss to your forehead, hand returning to your hair.

“You must know I want to do that more than anything, darling. There is nothing else I’d rather be doing than making you feel good, alright?”

Your eyes stayed focused on the hardwood flooring, but you nodded your head, still pouting just a bit. Logically, you knew he was right, but that didn’t mean you wanted to do it any more.

An hour prior, your mother had come knocking on your door with a very exciting announcement. You thanked any and every god that you remembered to lock it, because you had been sitting right on Shibu’s lap on your bed, grinding on his lap while you kissed him deeply. It was something you loved doing, loved just making out for hours and having his mouth on yours. Though it was a bit juvenile for his taste, Shibusawa always indulged it; it kept him feeling young and kept life exciting.

After quickly making sure Shibusawa was convincingly covered by the mountains of blankets on your bed you ran to open the door, trying to compose yourself as much as possible. It wasn’t like you were any stranger to this kind of rush, though. You always had to be on your toes with your mom around.

“Hello, mom!” you exclaimed, painting on your most convincing smile to seem like you were genuinely happy to see her.

“Hi! How are your studies going? I know you’ve been cramped up here for a bit, I wanted to see if you were doing okay,” your mom chirped.

You gestured over to the mess of textbooks, pens, and your laptop on your desk that you had very expertly staged to seem as if you had been studying hard. And not getting Shibu hard.

She peeked into the room and smiled at the sight, oh-so proud of her straight-A college student. To her, you were always stuck in your room, at the library (in Shibu’s office), or going out with classmates (going out with Shibu) and were top of your class. She didn’t have to know that the only reason your grades appeared in the system so high is that Shibusawa had enough power and connections at the university to make sure they stayed that way.

It did also help that your mother was incredibly oblivious and trusted both you and her husband wholeheartedly. You often wondered why he ever married her in the first place. You never really asked.

“Amazing!” she said with a happy sigh. “Well, I came up here to ask if you would join me for a movie night tonight? Have some wine, popcorn, and watch this new movie I’ve been eyeing? I’ve been meaning to ask your father to join us, but I can’t seem to find him at the moment.”

You tried not to grimace at that comment, one unfortunate flaw in your well-oiled machine of a dynamic. Sometimes it didn’t quite make sense why Shibu was also gone. Luckily, your mother typically just assumed he slipped out of the house without telling her, for one thing or another.

You stayed silent for a bit before speaking, running through scenarios in your head. A movie night sounded miserable in comparison to what Shibu had promised to do to you tonight.

“Uh, yeah! Let me see if I can find Daddy anywhere, if not I’ll text him and let him know.” The way in which you used the term Daddy with your mother was very different. “I’ll try to be down soon; I just need to wrap a few things up with this assignment. My professor is being pretty hard on us.”

“Perfect,” she replied, the glassy look in her eyes a little more apparent than usual. “I’ll be in the kitchen making snacks.”

You smiled silently in response and waited for her to get to the bottom of the stairs before slamming your door shut, locking it again. Shibusawa appeared from underneath the blankets, looking at you with raised eyebrows as he smoothed out his hair.

“You heard all that, right?” you groaned. He nodded grimly.

You sulked over and flopped over onto the bed facedown.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna,” you whined, grabbing a fistful of blankets. “Wanna be with you.”

Your voice was muffled by your face pressed down into the sheets, but Shibusawa knew the fit you were about to throw.

He ran a hand up and down your back gently, trying to calm you down.

“I know, darling. I know that’s not what you wanted to do tonight.”

His smooth, melodic voice did work a bit to curb your annoyance. The reason you were so upset was not because watching a movie with your mother sounded that hellish, but the way Shibu had whispered into your ear for what felt like hours about his plans for you being ruined. His gentle yet seductive promises of making love to you until you can’t see straight, praising and cherishing you like the good little girl you are, stuffing you full of his cum and making a mess of you. Making you his.

Now that was ruined.

“Hello, darling,” Shibusawa cooed as you wandered into the living room innocently. “Would you like to sit with Daddy?”

You blushed and nodded, playing with the hem of your skirt while you moved to seat yourself next to him on the couch. He threw a blanket over the two of you, and your mother smiled as she sipped her wine and settled into the armchair.

“I will always be so grateful that the two of you have gotten along so well over the years,” she sighed happily. You and Shibu shared a look; close was one word for it. “This wine is delicious, Tatsuhiko.”

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” His lazy smiles always felt so genuine, even when they weren’t. “I know you don’t like reds like we do,” he said, gesturing to you.

Soon the movie was put on and you were snuggled close to Shibusawa’s side, the three of you sipping from your wine glasses and snacking on popcorn. It was one of those generic rom-coms your mother absolutely loved — something neither you nor Shibusawa related to. The monotonous dialogue and predictable plot line were boring you to death, which only fueled your annoyance with the situation. All you wanted was to be alone with Shibu, and he could sense this.

“You’re feeling cold, sweetie,” he hummed as he ran his fingers up and down your bare arms.

“Eh, a bit,” you said with a shrug.

“You should come sit closer to Daddy, I’ll keep you warm.” You noticed the ever so slight devious tone in his voice. You nodded.

Shibusawa quickly but gently pulled you onto his lap so your back was to his chest, resituating the blanket on top of you. He shot a quick glance at his wife but she only stared at the TV, distracted. Not like she would think much of this situation anyway. The two of you had always been close. You leaned back into him, breathing deeply as he hooked his chin over your shoulder. His presence was so warm and enveloping, and made you feel so at home.

You hadn’t thought much of it either, until his fingers that were settled on your thigh began to wander upwards. Your breath hitched as he very slowly pulled your skirt up and began to play with this lacy fabric of your panties. Shibu had always loved playing with fire, and you could tell this was him entertaining himself in the midst of boredom. Knowing it was best to keep a straight face, you said nothing and kept still.

“Can you be quiet for Daddy, sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear. You gave him the smallest of nods.

With this confirmation, Shibusawa stuck his slim fingers into your panties and began to rub light, lazy circles around your clit. He found you to already be a little wet still from your earlier encounter, which pleased him greatly. You bit your lip as he did so and did your best to keep yourself composed. It was only going to progress from there.

The movie – that your mother was still completely engrossed in – faded to the background as Shibu dipped his fingers inside you, scissoring them slowly both to collect your slick and open you up. A slight panic coursed through your veins as you already wanted to moan, but knew that this was just the beginning.

You clenched tightly around his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out of you, amplifying the sensation of him opening you up. He pressed a very light kiss to the nape of your neck, keeping an eye on his wife.

Already feeling his growing erection underneath you, you slowly circled your hips on his lap to egg him on. He couldn’t help but chase the friction, rubbing himself against your ass as he massaged your clit. The way he hardened at just the slight movement of your hips always boosted your ego. Shibusawa could fuck any woman he wanted, any person he wanted, and yet he chose you, over and over again.

“Need to be inside you,” he whispered directly into your ear, making you shiver. “Just for a bit.” You both knew a full fuck would be impossible at that moment, but he often liked for you to just sit on his cock. He enjoyed the warmth and tightness of you, while you loved the feeling of being filled. Once again, all you could do was just nod your head, verbal approval out of the question. Yet you still muttered the quietest please under your breath.

It was a very slow, grueling process as you both attempted to keep your movements small and unnoticeable. Using one hand, Shibu slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks to pull out his aching cock. Under the guise of just repositioning yourself for comfort, you bunched up your skirt around your hips and pulled the blanket up higher.

“Are you really that cold, hon? I can turn up the heat if you would like,” your mom said, looking in your direction. You expertly remained calm and collected, shaking your head.

“No, it's ok, Mom. Daddy is keeping me plenty warm.” You smiled innocently and snuggled closer to him, unintentionally grinding down on his dick. If the two of you hadn’t had so much practice with remaining silent, he would’ve had to let out a groan. Insead he smiled warmly at his wife, shrugging his shoulders.

“Perfect. Saves me money on electric,” she laughed as she reached for her wine set on the coffee table. So fucking clueless, you thought to yourself.

Once prepared, you pulled your panties to the side as he helped you to slowly lift yourself off his lap, and positioned himself at your entrance before guiding you down onto him. You tensed every muscle in your body, locking your jaw as you sunk down onto his cock. This is usually when you’d become a whining mess, overwhelmed by the burn of his girth and sensation of fullness, but that wasn’t an option. This meant you clenched hard around his cock and he wanted nothing more than to growl. But with his wife only a few feet away, the sounds stayed trapped in his throat.

Gravity didn’t allow for any adjustment period, and taking all of him inside you at once while remaining silent and unbothered felt impossible. All you could do was take deep breaths and squeeze Shibusawa’s hand as your hole burned, stretched to its absolute limit. Any more and you were positive it would tear.

“Doing so well for me, darling, taking every inch and remaining so quiet,” he whispered into your ear, making your mind short circuit. What Shibu wouldn’t admit is how hot it was to him that your pussy struggled so much to take all of him, how it almost resisted, and how you still begged him to fuck you at every turn. You were always so willing and eager to let him destroy you.

Now, all you had to do was remain inconspicuous – though it was much easier to tolerate the world’s blandest romcom when you could just space out, lost in the bliss of your lover’s cock buried deep inside you, or tight pussy wrapped around you. You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you, and he could feel the pulse of your pussy lightly squeezing him to the beat of your heart.

The thought alone of getting fucked by your mother’s husband when she was sat in the armchair next to you was dizzying. It almost felt like claiming him as yours instead, asserting your dominance as the one he loved and fucked, even though she remained unaware. And the threat of getting caught, of her seeing her husband balls deep in her daughter, was sinfully hot. The threat of her finally finding out that Shibusawa would choose you a thousand times over.

You excited him, but you also knew you brought him comfort and joy, and you took infinite pride in that.

“If you stay still for me, warm my cock just as you are, I will make love to you just as I promised.” You squeezed his hand in response, digging your fingernails into the soft skin of his palm.

The film dragged on to its end, with the predictable falling out between the painfully one-dimensional male and female leads resolving in a predictable happy ending. The two of you managed to maintain small talk with your mother throughout, ensuring she remained without suspicion. At one point, Shibu requested a wine refill, and the way his hips shifted into you as he handed his wife the empty glass left you coughing to cover up the moan. Cockwarming was truly a comforting practice for both of you, though the way your wet pussy dripped, feeling the juices trickle out of you and onto him was driving him certifiably mad.

So when your mother loudly yawned and announced her retirement to bed, Shibu almost groaned in relief.

“I’ll be up there with you soon, hon. The two of us aren’t quite tired yet,” he said, flashing a smile with a hint of deviousness that only you could detect.

The second he heard the door to the bedroom close, he had you thrown down onto your back on the couch, reveling in the opportunity to touch you how he wanted.

“W-wait, wait,” you whispered, a hand pressed to his chest as he mouthed at your throat. “It’s too risky to do it down here.” Shibusawa only chuckled.

“It’s okay, beautiful. Daddy put a little something in Mom’s wine to keep her from interrupting us.” The way he could say anything with such ease and nonchalance, you could never understand.

“You what?”

He leaned back to look you in the eyes, petting your hair softly.

“Don’t fret. I just dissolved a couple of her sleeping pills into her glass, nothing harmful. We deserve this time,” he explained, offering you a small smile.

Your face slowly morphed into a grin too, grabbing Shibu by the face and messily pressing your lips to his. He laughed as he melted into the kiss, cradling the back of your head with his hand in such a tender way. Shibusawa loved uniquely, but he loved deeply.

“I’m not quite sure how long I will be able to last though, darling,” he briefly detached his lips from yours to admit. “How you took me so well for so long, being so obedient got me very worked up.”

You just laughed and pulled him in for another sloppy kiss, muttering an it’s okay.

“Would love to take you from the back,” he whispered, making you shiver.

You just nodded wordlessly before flipping over, getting on your knees to raise your ass in the air while you rested your head on a pillow. Shibusawa almost drooled at the sight. You reached back to shimmy your skirt up, so that your almost bare ass was completely on display.

“So fucking beautiful, darling,” his voice almost wavering as he ran his cold fingers over the soft skin. You just whined into the pillow. “Want to make you feel good.”

He couldn’t wait much longer though, yanking down your panties so they pooled at your knees, positioning his still leaking cock at your already well stretched and prepped entrance. It had already begun dripping precum from when he was buried in you earlier, only turning him on even more.

Shibu thrusted into you, this time slowly and not forcing you down on him all at once, though you were more than ready to take all of him. The relaxed muscles throbbed with the need to be stretched once again. You let out a small whine now that your mother was not around, but buried it into the crook of your elbow.

“It’s okay, love, make all the noise you want. Daddy made sure Mom wouldn’t wake up to a single sound.”

At the same time he muttered those orgasm-inducing words, he also thrusted all the way into you, bottom out just as he was before. You were grateful for his forethought as nothing could stop the moan that crawled from your throat as he returned to his rightful place inside you.

His fingers rested on your hips as he briefly remained still, transitioning to digging them into the fat as he began fucking into you. You reveled in the rare opportunity you had to be as loud as you wanted, letting out every gasp, whine, moan, and cry that itched at your vocal cords. Shibusawa’s mind was empty as he took in the entire presence of you – the sight of you completely vulnerable and on display for him like this, and the sound of you being torn apart by him. It was almost impossible to comprehend.

He fucked you hard and he fucked you deep, making sure every inch of his shaft all the way to his pelvis was buried inside of you before pulling out again, because he absolutely loved the cream that gathered and smeared on his cock from you. A ring of it had formed at the base of his length that thickened with every thrust. And he wasn’t only glad for his wife being impervious to sound so he could hear you whine, but because the filthy wet sounds of your cream and his precum could be heard from any room in the house.

He was correct in saying he wouldn’t be able to last as long as normal, feeling the tight coil in his stomach and ache in his balls not long after first slipping back inside you. You were fine with this, not quite sure how much more your poor, abused cunt could take. He began drilling into you fiercely, groaning at the feeling and the slick that poured out of you, making a mess everywhere. He leaned in right next to your ear to whisper something.

“Do you think you could take Daddy’s cum, darling? Hold all of it inside you like that?”

You whined at the words but nodded, body shaking. You needed his cum more than water.

“Need you Daddy, please.” The way your voice broke went straight to his throbbing cock.

Soon after he reached his high, forcing his entire length in you to ensure you devoured every last drop. He secretly hoped your womb would accept it as well, but kept quiet about that. You cried out at the feeling of loss as he finally pulled out of you, devastated to have lost the comforting presence you’d had inside you for almost hours. He repositioned you so that he could hold you in his arms, shushing you and petting your hair.

“Did so, so good for Daddy, beautiful,” he reassured softly, kissing your forehead. You beamed tiredly at the praise.

“I did?” Your voice was meek and barely audible.

“You did. See, wasn’t movie night fun?”

#shibusawa x reader #shibusawa bsd #shibusawa smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #shibusawa tatsuhiko #flora’s fics

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xenon-demon · 1 year

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I fucking love pretty much every version of the “celebrity x Just Some Guy™” trope that there is for Steddie, but in honor of having a totally reasonable amount of wine I’m going to tell you about the version I’m currently thinking about all the time, one of my dumbest yet also funniest AU concepts: modern!AU with streamers Steve & Robin and Hardcore Fan™ Eddie who writes reader-insert fic about Steve.

Steve and Robin, aka EvenStevens and BirdBox_ on Twitch (“My name is spelled with a P-H, Robin, that’s such a stupid name.” “No, it’s actually even better this way! You don’t want to just use your real government name for something like this, and you would just make your username ‘SteveHarrington01′ or something equally uninspired-”) frequently stream together and have a shared YouTube channel. They got popular doing reaction videos that quickly devolve into the pair of them bickering on camera, and since the internet just loves the ‘snarky woman and her emotional support himbo’ dynamic, they got very big, very quick. Plus, it certainly doesn’t hurt that they had the combined might of Dustin and Erica to help them bend the algorithm to their whims.

While most people recognize their platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmatism, there are still some that are convinced they’re secretly dating - they can’t decide if it’s hilarious or absolutely maddening that every time they try to disprove the rumors, they somehow get stronger. Robin doesn’t feel comfortable coming out to the internet yet, and without that trump card some people just can’t understand why they’re not dating.

...there are other sections of their fandom, however, that absolutely do believe they’re not dating. Mainly because they’d rather be dating Steve or Robin (or both!) themselves, and write all the reader-insert fanfiction you could ever possibly need about it. Robin is largely ambivalent to the concept of fanfiction being written about herself as long as they’re not writing smut, since at least that way they’re not insisting she’s dating Steve.

Steve on the other hand finds it absolutely hilarious how despite how much he’s changed, he’s back to being the heartthrob he used to be in high school - and, he’ll be honest, he thrives on the attention. He’s given everyone the green light to write whatever they want - dared them to make it raunchier, even - to the point where it’s a running joke that Steve will read your reader-insert fanfiction about him unless you tag it with some form of ‘Steve don’t look’. He even used the prevalence of fic about himself to come out on stream.

(Steve’s in the middle of re-organizing his flower field in Animal Crossing when he’s interrupted by a donation. “Hey Steve, really sorry to tell you this but people are writing porn about you... and they’re making it gay. Like writing about you getting fucked by a dude. Just wanted you to know so you can say something about it.”

Steve stops dead, his screen freezing on his open inventory. “Hey, uh, why the fuck would I have a problem about a fictional version of me bottoming? Or- wait, do I seriously give off homophobic vibes? I’m literally bisexual. Hey Dustin, can you ban that guy please? Christ, the nerve of some people. If that’s how you feel about people being gay, or about people writing things that I’ve already said I have no problem with, you can leave this stream right now because I don’t want you here.“)

Many people lost their minds after that stream, one of them being popular tumblr blog whorefireclub.

Eddie didn’t plan on starting a tumblr blog for self-insert fanfiction about a twitch streamer. Really he didn’t, and every time he thinks about it in terms that plain he kind of dies a little on the inside. It’s really all Gareth’s fault, for getting fed up with Eddie’s dumb parasocial crush on a streamer and daring him to just “get it out of his system already”. So, using a bare-bones anonymous tumblr and many, many beers as his cover story, Eddie posted some of the most quickly written and unedited pieces of writing he’s ever produced in his life.

Except he wrote it with an AMAB reader character - and for those of you unfamiliar with the reader-insert sphere, that’s like fucking hen’s teeth. People are pretty good at making things gender neutral at least in their descriptions, and sometimes the anatomy is vague enough that it’s ambiguous, but the majority is written with AFAB genitalia for the reader character.

Eddie’s little drunken post blows up, and at first, he’s never regretted a life choice more.

After thinking about it, and seeing just how many people left comments with their reblogs or came into his askbox directly to thank him for giving them the representation they wanted, he starts to feel a bit better about the whole thing. In fact, it kind of tickles his “protector of the outcasts” instincts; there are people who can’t enjoy the content they want to because it doesn’t gel with their anatomy or gender identity. Eddie could, hypothetically, if he wanted to be absolutely insane about this one hot streamer guy, help fix that problem somewhat.

A couple of months later and he’s become “the guy who writes inclusive reader-insert fic”. While a fair amount of his work is gender-ambiguous, both in anatomy and in avoiding gendered language, more than half is written for anyone who finds themselves underrepresented in the usual reader-insert scene; anyone AMAB, AFAB people who can’t do female language, he’s even written a few oneshots with intersex reader characters. He did research for it and everything. It’s certainly not how he planned for this to work out, but it’s actually kind of... nice. He’d written a lot of fanfiction in his youth, mainly about Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, and while this isn’t how he’d imagined returning to the hobby it’s actually really fun. (It’s making his celebrity crush on Steve a million times worse, of course, but he’s in denial about that so it’s totally fine.)

He’s a little shit, so his blog header has - underneath his personal details - a PSA that reads “Steve, don’t look at this unless you have the balls to shout me out on stream ;)”. Eddie thinks he’s absolutely hilarious.

Right up until he wakes up to find his following has exploded overnight, and upon checking his DMs from his mutuals realizes that - oh shit - that bastard actually did it and talked about his blog on stream.

And Steve said he liked it. Steve likes the porn that Eddie wrote about him. Jesus H. Christ, Eddie is so unfathomably fucked.

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if this were to exist as a fic it would be told through social media posts/DMs. one of those fics that uses unconventional (i.e. non-prose) formatting, you know the ones. the concept actually came from the fact I fucking LOVE fics like that, I’m a slut for any of that House of Leaves-type shit. one time I read a fic that consisted of 8 short stories and each one had a HTML puzzle you had to solve to be able to read it, e.g. one you had to highlight because the text was in white, another you needed to hover your mouse over to make it scroll through the text - I can’t remember the rest but it was SO COOL.

(or, to put this another way, I read homestuck at a formative age and it forever changed how I feel about formatting stories.)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie au #stranger things #charlie writes things #streamer au #streamer!steve harrington #writer!eddie munson #this is such a dumb au but i think it's so funny #eddie and steve flirting with each other via reader-insert fic that gets less and less subtle #steve has a secret fan account btw because of course he does #and he's always reblogging eddie's stuff and saying how hot it is/how much he likes it #also the pinned post on eddie's blog is him yelling at an anon for coming to him and asking why he doesn't ship stobin #HEY MAYBE WE WON'T DO SOMETHING THE CREATORS HAVE REPEATEDLY SAID THEY DON'T LIKE? AND MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE? HOW ABOUT THAT?#<-- is what eddie's response boiled down to

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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FALL FROM GRACE

TITLE: fall from grace | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: seraphim!taeyong x succubus!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, angel/demon, light angst, (kinda) enemies to lovers

SUMMARY: after consuming many human souls, there’s one thing you want to do. Corrupt an angel. But not any angel, God’s favorite angel.

WARNINGS: religious themes, religious trauma, religious guilt, mentions of God, blasphemy, mentions of homicide, mentions of death, smut, corruption kink, loss of virginity, worshipping, praise kink, God kink, some blood, dubcon (consent is explicit but the whole circumstances and the mc nature make it hard to draw a clear line), oral sex (m receiving), suspended sex (flying), anal (m receiving), vaginal sex (f receiving), mindbreak, sub!taeyong, dom!mc (not really bdsm sub/dom dynamics)

WORD COUNT: 9.338k

More info before you read: starting from saying that succubi and incubi are technically middle age demons and are nowhere to be found in the bible, in the folklore they are shapeshifters; the succubus has sex with a man, ‘takes’ his sperm and then, turning into an incubus, has sex with a woman and get her pregnant. I know in fiction you usually don’t find this aspect but I liked it and thought it worked in this, so the mc first has a vulva and then a penis, obviously is not written with the original purpose, I just thought it was ridiculous to make a demon pull out a strap-on from under the bed in hell. If you’re religious I advise you don’t read but if you really want to do it, please, I’M BEGGING, keep in mind that she’s a demon, a demon WOULD NEVER praise God. So PLEASE don’t come at me if a succubus makes comments against God. Also, keep in mind her story when she was alive and how she died, the religious trauma is big as a house.

A/N: this was a wild ride but I loved writing it, I never imagined it would get so deep and intense but I shouldn’t be surprised by myself anymore. If you hop on the train to hell and decide to read this it would mean a lot to know your opinion with a comment, a reblog or even an ask! Enjoy!!

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“You can’t corrupt an angel,” Johnny snickered, watching his friend try to pick something to wear for her ‘mission’.

“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to, Johnny,” she replied, a confident smirk on her face and eyes lighting up in anticipation.

The incubus sighed, shaking his head, and then walked closer to her. She was right. She was known in hell and heaven — and even on earth if humans could only talk about being fucked by a succubus — for her abilities.

She was good, a tease, an expert manipulator. A dammed angel, that’s what other angels and demons loved to call her. Because she knew exactly how to give doe eyes and then put her victim on the ground.

And her victim this time wasn’t a human that dumbly called for her, or sold their soul, but Taeyong; probably the purest angel heaven had ever seen.

And as much as Johnny trusted the ability of his friend, he had seen her in action, even sucked the soul out of people with her, he wasn’t so sure she could make him fall apart.

“I know you, but I also know him,” he replied. Well, for what was possible. Demons and angels didn’t share the same places. They were forced to live in the darkness of the underworld while the others flew in the blinding light of paradise. Even if there was a grey zone, most of the angels despised them to their core — they were so full of themselves, Johnny couldn’t stand them — and demons avoided meeting them anyway, there was no denying that angels could kill them with ease, the powers of some species had nothing on what the demons had.

But voices ran anyway, and getting to Taeyong was impossible. He was a Seraphim, the closest angel to God. Their whole existence was for worshipping Him and everything He did. And it was true that out of all the other Seraphim he was one of the few God let out on missions, his pure heart too precious to don’t be used to bring humans on the right track again, but there was no way he was going to be corrupted.

“He’s the only one dumb enough to don’t be afraid to come close to us,” she replied, finally picking the bold fit she was going to wear, looking in the mirror, and watching her long, black tail swing behind her.

Well, it was true. He did try to talk with some of them sometimes, no matter how visibly disgusted by their needs he was. But in the end, he was pure, curious, and fascinated by what the other side of the medal offered.

“He won’t come close to you.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, extracting a dagger from her thigh, watching his face contort in disbelief, and curling her lips into a smirk.

Her scream pierced through the woods, loud and clear to be heard for miles. Heaven’s gates were far away from where she was laying, partially covered in blood, panting, and crying, but he wasn’t.

She knew Taeyong had a mission. Haechan, her dearest messenger angel, let her know. And to get to heaven he had to pass there, in the woods of the middle ground. And he couldn’t ignore a suffering soul — as damned as she was, she was still a soul, right?

After what felt like ages, she heard the bushes rustle and a light breeze on her skin followed by a bright golden light.

“Are you alright?” Taeyong’s voice was light and delicate, it sounded like a melody and she usually detested that sound on other angels, but other angels weren’t him. As much as he was the purest being in heaven — second to God, but she couldn’t care much about Him — he was one of the few that didn’t look at them up and down.

“No,” she cried, eyes looking at the ground, hands clasping at her scarred thigh to stop the blood from flowing freely.

Taeyong looked around; he hated that place. It wasn’t Hell and it wasn’t Heaven, it was a scary ground where anything could happen. And he knew the figure in front of him was a demon, but he couldn’t just leave her alone at anyone’s mercy. Demons were different, some only craved sex, some craved blood, and some only pushed people toward sin, and he knew when they got bored they weren’t afraid to use each other for fun.

“We need to go somewhere safe,” he said, looking down at the covered demon. She seemed to be a succubus, nothing further from his beliefs and ideals, but he couldn’t leave her there. “You’re bleeding,” he whispered, noticing her cut flesh as he lifted her from the ground, feeling a rush when they touched.

“I know a place.”

“Guide me.”

She smirked under the cap, He was going to be so easy to win.

“I can’t enter Hell,” he said as soon as they reached the board, the black and purple doors standing big and gloomy at the frontier.

“Please, I’m hurt, I can’t walk.”

Taeyong sighed and with one swift look around he passed the gate. It wasn’t forbidden, it just wasn’t a smart move. And God wasn’t waiting for him to come back just yet, technically he wasn’t disobeying Him.

After a few minutes, that to him felt like an eternity, they reached what looked like a castle.

“Is this the place?”

She nodded, trying to still keep her head low and then grunted, she wasn’t even faking the pain, she actually stabbed herself for this. But it seemed to be working, he was walking straight into the trap, he was going to fall.

And Taeyong suspected nothing, he surely didn’t like this, and this wasn’t the night he had imagined, he wanted to arrive back to God’s side as soon as possible and worship Him after yet another mission that succeeded, but he couldn’t don’t help someone in need. He was an angel, he was good.

So he didn’t stop and thought much when she guided him to a bedroom, expensive silk, velvet and ruby stones adorning the place.

“I can cure your cut,” he said, laying her against the mattress.

“Oh, I know you can,” she replied, exposing the skin of her thigh.

He gulped when his eyes fell on the red flesh. “Are you a succubus?”

“Is that a problem? I’m literally bleeding, I’m not trying to seduce you, but well, if a small portion of exposed skin has that effect on you…” It was going to be easier than expected. Maybe Taeyong being just too pure was a good thing.

“I won’t fall from grace, I just know your nature,” he replied, sitting on the bed next to her. “I can help you, and I will.” He moved the long cloak and pulled the cut fabric of her skin-tight pants away. “It will burn… a lot, our nature goes against each other and it will probably leave a scar, but it will stop the bleeding.”

“Are you going to use Holy Water on me?” She asked, snapping her eyes. That wasn’t something she considered. “That will kill me.”

“It won’t. But no, I won’t use it. Just, trust me.”

Trusting an angel, absurd. They were more invidious than they looked. So good and kindhearted and then if a demon was dying at their feet they would’ve walked past them. But he didn’t. He was the closest to God and he walked all the way there to her bedroom, kind or dumb, he was there. So maybe the rumours were true. He was the purest angel Heaven had ever seen.

And she was going to stain him with sin.

But he was still an angel, and unfortunately for her, angels were amongst the most powerful beings walking in Heaven. Especially Seraphim, probably the only ones more powerful were Archangels.

She nodded, and then closed her eyes, waiting for him to heal her cut. His hands felt soft at the touch but as soon as a blinding light started coming from his fingers she felt a piercing pain run through her.

“It’s over,” he said after a few seconds. “It’s healed.”

She looked over at her thigh, a small wound replaced the cut and no more blood covered her skin. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I should give you a favour back.”

Taeyong shook his head. “No, no, I’ll leave. I can’t stay here.”

She rolled her eyes and then walked off the bed to stand between him and the door. “Scared of me? So, it’s true that angels hate other species so much. Thought you were supposed to be kind to everybody.”

Taeyong coughed and tried to look behind the cape, but it still covered half of her face, crimson red lips the only things he could see. “I don’t hate you, but I don’t sin and don’t associate myself with souls that do it. I’m a Seraphim, my job is to praise God in all His almighty and I shouldn’t be here.”

“Boo, that’s so boring, doing so much for your boss that sends you on earth to save silly humans from the fucked up things they chose to do,” she teased, twirling around a string of her coat.

The angel rolled his eyes. “Don’t use those words. And He’s not my boss, it’s different. Humans need help, finding the light in that world can be hard, and I’m glad I can help.”

“I also help them find the light,” she smirked, tail swinging behind her.

“You help them find sin and fall into temptations.”

“They summon me, I’m their favourite,” she bragged. How much light she had sucked… eternity was by now a sure thing for her. “You and I will outlive everybody here with my soul count.”

“We won’t meet again. I respect you, but I need to go, probably to help the humans you and your kind pushed into sin.”

“You know you can’t save the soul of a sinner that sold their soul to the devil. Not everything is under your control or the one of your boss.”

“My boss recognizes the ones that are truly redeemed of their mistakes and will save them.”

“Yes, and then sends the others down here. How kind.”

Taeyong huffed and glared at her. “I have to go.”

“You can’t leave me like this.”

“I won’t spend a moment more here,” he retorted but his voice was shaking. Was he losing his powers? Was the underworld weakening him?

She rolled her eyes and then walked to the door, body stopping him from walking past it.

“It’s so rude to decline an invitation,” she cooed.

The angel gulped, feeling his body getting weaker around her. He had been around succubi and incubi before, but nobody ever made him feel like this.

“Fine,” he gave up. “But be quick.”

A smile of victory curled her full lips as she got up from the door and reached her hand out for him to take. “Perfect,” she smiled. “There’s something I want you to try.”

Taeyong knew he should’ve gotten up and left. He wasn’t sure to be weakened by these creatures’ powers, but with the devil, you can never be sure enough. Yet, he felt stuck there.

There was something about her that seemed nice. A characteristic that should’ve made him stay on his toes even more.

He didn’t judge them.

Angels and demons have different natures. And perdition is such an easy road to get lost in. So he couldn’t blame them if they fell down that road.

“Are you listening to me?” She asked, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“I, mmh, no, I wasn’t, sorry,” he replied, looking at her, studying her features attentively.

“I was asking about your job,” she said, sitting in front of him and filling his cup with a liquid, he had no idea what it was, it was red, and smelled nice.

Taeyong fought back the urge to roll his eyes again, and only answered, “It’s not a job, it’s something that goes deeper than that.”

“Yeah,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “whatever. You care about filling heaven with poor souls that redeemed themselves, I care about fucking them and becoming immortal, I don’t care about the details,” she stopped, lips lifting in a smirk. “Unless you want to know the details.”

He blushed, choking on the drink.

“The unholy things you do should never be heard by a Seraphim ear.”

She smirked, cocking her head to the side and he had no idea when she shifted closer to him, he only felt her fingers graze his shoulder and jolted.

“Please, don’t drag others into damnation.”

“Damnation,” she huffed with a move of the hand to dismiss the heaviness of the accusation, “why is pleasure a sin in the first place?”

“It’s carnal pleasure. It’s something you don’t need. Superficial. There are many other joys in life, and even after death if you follow the light of God during your trip to earth.”

She wanted to gag, but to have some decency, she didn’t. Yes, their same old tales. The same tales that she heard when she was a teenager in 1779 and was considered a witch because — along with many other reasons — she enjoyed sex. She always found it so infuriating how women didn’t have to enjoy it, but just suffer; a sick, sick concept. So being there, ‘burning’ in the pits of hell and seeking lust to survive wasn’t a punishment for her.

“So, I also guess that your Almighty and most Merciful God sends already built babies on earth,” she pouted, a mocking edge in her voice while her gaze dared him.

Taeyong sighed, taking a deep breath. “That’s not sex, that’s procreation.”

“Yeah, that’s funny,” she laughed loudly, shaking her head before adding, “got a girl pregnant once.”

“You can’t,” he whispered, blushing at her lustful words, his confidence faltering against hers.

“You have no idea of the things I can do,” she smirked. “And by the way, there’s nothing worse than mechanic sex done just to procreate.”

“It’s two people loving each other bringing another light of God on earth but I don’t expect you to understand,” he retorted promptly, shaking his head to wipe away the effect she was having on him.

“I don’t expect you to care either,” she said, and he quirked a brow. “I was murdered by my arranged husband because I didn’t want to give him a child. I was murdered because the rumours running in town saying I was a wicked witch manipulating ladies’ husbands to fuck with me got in my husband’s head. Well, keep in mind I did all that before being forced to marry him. And also keep in mind that those husbands crawled to me. So why should I cry now? Why should I don’t find joy in people calling me just to feel something?”

Taeyong didn’t say a word. He didn’t know. He knew that most incubi and succubi were created by Satan Himself, but he had no idea normal people could turn into one.

“Why was I sent here and not up there?” She asked. “Why did your God turn his back on me and left me here? My husband’s hands stained with blood are not rotting in hell. He begged for forgiveness. He stuck a knife into my chest while I was sleeping and couldn’t even try to defend myself, but he begged, and he pleaded, and he…” she had to stop, this wasn’t where she wanted the conversation to go. Her past was in the past, far back in the timeline, and she still couldn’t let that have a hold on her. But it hurt nonetheless when she thought how unfair it had been.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong whispered, swearing that for a split second, he could see vulnerability in her eyes.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” she said, gulping.

“But why you didn’t ask for forgiveness too? God is generous, He would’ve let you in.”

“I don’t care about going to Heaven, I just wanted him to be here too. I mean, I had my fair amount of fun haunting him at night, but it still wasn’t enough to make him pay for all he did to me. But as I said, I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, the most devoted God’s angel. How does it feel?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” he replied, eyeing the clock, wondering if in Hell time moved slower, standing up to leave.

“Stay,” she said, and he could feel a shift in the air around him, but he had no idea what it was. “Please,” her eyes turned softer. “It gets lonely down here.”

The Seraphim swallowed hard, feeling a vibration in his bones as he locked his eyes into hers. There was something about her that was calling him, but he couldn’t answer. “Can’t you go on earth and have some fun?”

“If they don’t summon me, I rarely can. And I don’t want that kind of fun… not with them at least,” she whispered the last words.

Taeyong sighed, rubbing two fingers on his temples and sitting again, making her smirk. “Don’t you feel guilty?”

“Guilty?”

“When you spend your nights with them and hear their screams of pain and you know you’re taking a bit of light from them, their sweet time coming away with you.”

“Trust me, their screams are of everything but pain,” she replied, sipping on her glass again. “But how could you know, right? I bet you never felt something like that in life.”

“You bring pain and perdition.”

“I bring pleasure and perdition,” she replied, winking and clicking her tongue. “Never wondered why I’m the best?”

Taeyong wanted to answer that it wasn’t his business, he did what he could, but he had no control over the underground, that was the rule if they wanted Heaven and Hell to get along. So even if he heard voices about her, he didn’t dwell on them.

And he knew he shouldn’t have had those thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t so surprised that she was so famous and good at what she did. Her black siren eyes with long lashes that fluttered so nicely every time she blinked. Her full lips lightly curled in a teasing smirk. Her long black hair falling in waves on her shoulders. The burgundy horns that peeked from her head, standing straight before curling just at the tip. And lastly, her long tail, curving so perfectly he couldn’t even find it gross.

“Are you still with me?” She asked. And once again she was standing so close to him, too close to him, her fingers under his chin. When their eyes met, Taeyong felt all his certainty fall to the ground.

This was wrong.

This was so wrong.

This was a sin.

The worst sin he could ever commit.

The biggest pain he could’ve brought to His God.

And yet he closed his eyes and leaned in.

And when their lips met, a bolt resonated through Hell, as the storm started racing outside.

And that made him pull away, falling on the floor, shaking his head, feeling too dizzy.

“I should — I should really leave.”

“It’s raining,” she pointed out, walking toward him, and towering over him.

“I can shield myself from rain, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I think you should stay,” she said before her wings spread from her back, wide and black with crimson red dripping down. “You’re safe here. My wings will shield you.”

“God can’t reach here anyway,” he whispered, and it was more of a personal realization. God was absent from Hell. Hell was submersed in perdition, He wasn’t there. He couldn’t see him, and He couldn’t save him.

And he, Taeyong, his dearest angel, was starting to think about Him less and less.

“Scream it,” she said, lifting his chin again, watching as a drop of tear fell from his eyes. “Beg for Him to save you. Beg for Him to open his arms and forgive you. Say it, loud and clear, and see yourself if He cares about broken souls.”

“He does,” Taeyong replied, but his voice was shaking like a leaf, hanging from a branch on the last day of fall, fighting against the harsh winter that wanted to leave no traces behind of the warm season that had been. “This is just the wrong place.”

“Is it? But if I begged nicely enough, He would’ve let me in, right?” She reminded him of his words, a bitter edge in her tone. “Beg Him to save you.”

And Taeyong thought about it. Thoughts that never would’ve crossed his brain were filling it, fogging his sanity, drowning his morality.

“What if I don’t want to be saved?”

She furrowed, tilting her head to the side.

“You don’t want to be saved?”

He nodded, feeling a weird, new sensation creep into his bones. He was feeling hotter, and he was sure it got nothing to do with being in Hell, his chest was raising up and down faster and his pupils were dilated.

“Well, I don’t mind, I don’t like forcing things out of people, so you would make it all so much easier.”

Taeyong didn’t reply, he felt stuck, ass still against the floor.

She smirked, leaning closer, moving his face side to side with her fingers, studying his expression. How ethereal he looked even right now. “You are terrified. Playing with fire?”

“He won’t find out, right?”

“You should know Him better than me,” she chuckled, “but no. This is not his playground.”

She wanted to add that God finding out should’ve been the last of his worries, that his biggest problem right now was her, but she wanted to see him fall deeper and deeper without thinking about the consequences. It was working. Her aura was working on him, just like it worked on every other people she stained before.

And she never felt more powerful than this.

“I could tell you wanted to feel good,” she whispered, kissing his neck, making his head fall backwards. “A pretty face like you shouldn’t be deprived of pleasure.”

When she sat on his lap, Taeyong’s heart faltered and his hands unconsciously moved to wrap around her waist.

“Oh, angel, learning faster than I expected,” she commented, making her fingers run in his hair and tugging his head back to have more access to his neck. Her teeth grazed the soft white skin, causing him to buck his hips up and let out a soft moan.

“I — I feel weird,” he whispered, eyes squeezing shut and hands tightening around her body.

“You feel good,” she reassured him, sucking the skin on his neck, smirking against it when a louder moan rolled out of his lips. “You like it when I suck here?” She asked, doing it again on the same spot.

“Ye-yes,” he replied, voice airy and weak. “Where are you going?” He asked when she flew away from him, floating in the air. She looked so powerful, and so… captivatingly beautiful. He truly shouldn’t have thought that but it was too late by now and he might’ve as well let himself get lost in her beauty.

She chuckled, finding it so cute how he was already afraid she would leave him behind. “Come with me,” she said. “You deserve to be fucked in a soft bed, not on the floor.”

“My — my wings will blind you.”

She smiled before flying to him and lifting him in her arms, “I’ll carry you then.”

When Taeyong rested against the bed his brain completely shut down. He had no idea if she was using some sick powers over him, or if he truly had slipped down a treacherous path and was enjoying this more than he should’ve. But whatever it was, it didn’t matter.

There was something… something he couldn’t describe with words. It was in the way her lips were kissing every inch of his skin while her slim, soft fingers traced his body to get him out of his immaculate, white clothes, leaving him bare and exposed before he could register.

There was something in the way she was looking at him. Her eyes were intense, but oddly enough, not scary.

“You truly are God’s most beautiful creation,” she whispered, sharp nails trailing his skin, enough to make him hiss but without leaving scars on him. “God’s most precious, and purest creature.”

Hearing His name again made Taeyong realize what he was doing. He was still in time, he could’ve left, he was a Seraphim, he had powers that could’ve destroyed her and turned her into ashes to the ground. But he didn’t want to.

Taeyong didn’t want to leave.

Taeyong didn’t want to leave her.

“What a shame I will stain you with sin,” she whispered, leaning close to him again, kissing his lips roughly, teeth sinking into his soft, plump flesh, hard enough to make a droplet of blood roll down his chin.

She smirked, looking at the first draft of the mess she was going to turn him into. Long tongue rolling out to lick the blood. “Holy,” she noted, his blood tasting like God’s wine more than iron. “But it won’t last for long. You look beautiful in red, maybe I should drain more out of you.”

“No, no, it will kill you.”

“Worried about me?”

He only nodded, trying to keep her focus on her and not on the movements her hips were making against his lap.

She didn’t answer, only another smirk curled up her lips before she was flying on top of him again. Black wings spread open, shielding him and enveloping him with darkness, while her hands moved sensually on her body to get rid of her clothes.

And once she was uncovered, Taeyong’s mouth parted open. His eyes were stuck on her, following her hands that slowly moved from her round hips to her waist before cupping her breasts, and throwing her head back while her fingers circled her hardening nipples.

“I’m the Devil’s best creation, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mindlessly replied, thinking that for how perfect she was, she also could’ve been God’s creation. But when she sat once again on his chest all his thoughts fogged again.

“I can’t wait to ruin you,” she whispered in his ear, hands moving down to touch him in a place he never even imagined grazing. And yet, here he was, laying in the bed of a Succubus, no, worse, of the most powerful Succubus that walked Hell and earth, with her hands wrapped around his cock, making him feel new sensations.

“Why — why do I feel like this?” He barely breathed out, eyes wide open, pupils dilated, chest panting as his lungs struggled for air.

“Why do you feel good?” She asked, the movement of her hand rhythmic and slow, pumping him with no pressure. After all, they had eternity.

“I — I feel hot. Are you burning me? This is our nature, we can’t — we shouldn’t,” he had no time to complain more because her lips shushed him. Another kiss that not only left him speechless but breathless.

“We look so good together, Taeyong,” she whispered, hand moving faster, and his head unconsciously rolled back, while out of his lips only moans came out. No more fights or complaints. “And I will show you how well we fit in each other.”

Taeyong wanted to ask how they could fit when they were so different. Two different poles of two different realities. But all the need for an answer disappeared when her lips started kissing his neck. “Beautiful.” Her voice was sultry, low, and reached him deeply, shaking him to the core, making him smile, loving being called that. Beautiful. Such a human thing to be. In Paradise beauty didn’t matter, it was all about the inside, about the soul. But somehow, he loved being beautiful for her.

He loved being stripped of his higher entity. Of his immaculate being. Of his non-human being. Of his non-flesh being.

“I’m so glad God created you,” she said, looking into his eyes, seeing their purity and composure dim with each passing second. “I’m so happy you exist.”

“Mhh,” he whimpered, closing his eyes, biting his lips when he felt he couldn’t control those filthy sounds to come out from his lips anymore.

“Don’t, angel,” she said, fingers freeing his lower lip from between his teeth. “Only I can bite them, only I can make them bleed.”

So Taeyong let go of himself, face contorting as pleasure seeped into his veins, staining his holy blood.

“That’s right, angel. Don’t think, there are no judgements here. You are safe,” she whispered, lips trailing on his chest, licking his nipples before moving down, wetting his stomach, and reaching the soft layer of hair at the base of his cock. “Safe from anger and cruelty cast upon those who don’t follow Him. You’re safe with me.”

A groan rolled out of his lips when her mouth wrapped around his cock, not expecting her to do that, not expecting it would… feel so good.

“What are — what are you doing?” He mumbled, lifting his neck to meet her eyes, stomach twitching when it happened because nobody ever looked at him that way. Both as if they wanted to destroy him and worshipped him at the same time.

She pulled away with a loud, lewd pop, and then replied, “taking care of you. Making you feel what you deserve to feel.”

“Ye — yes but this… this looks so dirty and…”

“And does it matter?” She stopped him, raising a brow, her hand replacing her warm mouth on his hard cock, moving swiftly up and down. “I’m the one that knows what she’s doing, here. Trust me, and don’t think.”

The Seraphim hummed, letting his body relax against the bed, skin crawling in anticipation as he waited for her to do what she was doing before again. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, it was just weird because he didn’t know what was going on. And ignorance wasn’t something reserved for them.

Her movements were slow but intense, and her hands caressed his thigh as if she was creating him from scratch, and probably she was. He wasn’t going to be the same Taeyong that crossed the doors of Hell after that night.

Her lips, her fingers, and herself were changing him, crafting him into something he wasn’t. And yet, for how delicate she was being, he felt like he wasn’t being stripped away of his holiness.

Right at that moment, he felt like he could be both, damned and holy.

“You taste so good, angel,” she hummed, warm mouth pulling away from him, hand replacing it swiftly, moving up and down with a steady rhythm.

“My angel,” she whispered again, moving her lips on the soft skin of his thighs, kissing and brushing, marking him of a faint memory.

And when her lips were back on him, Taeyong felt religion.

Her tongue like a remedy for all the ages spent loving in devotion to something intangible.

Bringing him to a Heaven that had no absolutes.

Bringing him to a death that brought along a new life.

But that required a sacrifice, and he still wasn’t aware of what it was.

She didn’t tell him, she wasn’t going to be the one telling what the price of it was going to be. He was going to find it out, eventually. But right there, with his hips moving quickly against her to meet her midway, hands scratching the sheets and angelic moans slipping past his lips, it didn’t matter.

Maybe that was the sacrifice.

Maybe they were the sacrifice.

“Please,” Taeyong pleaded, not even knowing for what, shy hands daring to touch her body, wrapping around her hips, feeling himself get even warmer, unexpected shivers of pleasure running all over his body, shaking him from head to toe.

“What – what was that?” He asked, eyes wide, looking at her. He was no stranger to extreme powers and abilities but those of demons weren’t his field and he had no idea what she had just done to him.

A sweet chuckle rolled out of her mouth, “that was your first orgasm. Felt good?”

He blinked repeatedly, swallowing saliva trying to wet his throat, and hummed.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, floating once again. And seeing her stand so big over him, shielding him, even protecting him, made him feel something. Once again, he couldn’t name it, but he liked it. Because all his life nobody ever shielded him or praised him. That was his job, and the faith he felt for Him was blind, was natural, but this? What trick was this? What spell was she casting on him to make him feel so devoted to her, so drawn to those attentions he never, ever, felt the need to receive?

Those thoughts flew away when he couldn’t believe his eyes when her body transformed. “You — you can do that?”

She snickered, coming down again, big cock laying on top of his tummy, right next to his, making him shiver.

“Afraid?” Her hands caressed his hips, circling gently to soothe his anxiety.

“Is that your real form? Are you lying to me?”

“Calm down, angel. Your powers are not the only cool things that deserve to exist, right?” He hummed, not totally convinced, not about her abilities, but about how this could work. “And I am me, it’s just a cool trick to have whomever I want, however, I want.”

“And what… what are you going to do with it?”

She laughed lowly, shaking her head at his innocence. “What do you think I’ll do with it?”

His head fell back when her fingers tapped against his rim.

“I will never do anything to hurt you,” she whispered, giving a tug to her cock to collect precum on her fingers before they were once again pressed against him. “But I need you to relax. Will you relax for me? Will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes,” he replied with no hesitation. A low grunt ripped past his throat when she pushed inside. “W-weird.”

“No, no,” she reassured, looking for his hand to hold it in hers. “It’s new. It’s the pleasure you’ve been deprived of all your life. Something that had been taken from you but you deserve this. You deserve every touch. Every kiss. Everything I will give you.”

And Taeyong believed. He couldn’t tell lie in her words. Because they sounded so true. And they rolled so nicely from her tongue. And her voice was the most celestial sound he had ever heard even if it was the furthest thing from the lauds he would sing to God.

And God, where was He now? Not in his mind. Not in his wings that were pulsing to come out in their glory, to shine and worship something that was the creation of Lucifer.

“I need you,” he cried out, having no idea where this need was coming from. But he knew that her fingers weren’t enough anymore. He knew that he needed to feel her all over him.

“Say it again,” she ordered, getting lost in the contorted expression on his face. She had fucked countless of damned souls, but this, this was incomparable. Having an angel, seraphim, looking like a mess under her was a feeling nothing else could come close to. The rush of power she was feeling had no equal.

“I need you, please. I need to feel — mmph — everything you have to give me.”

“Careful, now, you might get burned,” she laughed, pulling her fingers out, hand wrapping around her cock to lube it more before the thick tip pushed against his hole, making his eyes snap open.

“It’s too big, it will never fit,” he said, voice worried and full of fear, his fingers clenching tighter around hers to find a support he knew wouldn’t have been enough anyway to prepare him for what was coming.

But she smiled, moving the hand that was wrapped at the base of her cock to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. “I’ll make it fit.”

He was about to complain, tell her that there was no way. He wasn’t made for it.

And Taeyong was right.

He wasn’t made for it.

But he was made for her.

And when her thick dick slid into his hole with ease, he could only stare at her with open eyes and mouth, a bit for the astonishment of it, and also because it felt good. It felt good and he never imagined it could feel this good.

“Told you,” she winked before she kissed him, a long, passionate kiss, while her hand reached the back of his thigh and pulled it against his chest, caressing him slowly. “God might have created you for Himself, but I’m going to craft you just for me.”

No answer formed in his brain because when she dragged out and then pushed in again his eyes fell shut, his head rolled back and his hips rolled up to seek for more.

And she gave it to him, “I will ruin you, I will sink so deep inside of you that nothing and nobody else will fill your brain,” she whispered before she sat straight and started moving her hips at a steady, intense rythm. Her body pressed against his hips as their skins met with loud sounds, resonating in the room. Hips moving skillfully back and forth against him, pushing his smaller frame deep into the soft mattress.

A broken groan escaped from his lips when her sharp nails grazed his skin, leaving red trails on his thighs, chest, and neck as the pressure made blood come up on the surface. She wanted to sink them in his flesh so bad, to see him bleed, and drink his blood, and cut herself too, to mix with each other, truly staining him with something that he couldn’t wash off.

But she didn’t. It would’ve been too much. It would’ve been a pain Taeyong didn’t deserve to feel. And she didn’t want to hurt him, but Him.

“He was so stupid for making you so beautiful, how can he — Hell — expect nobody would want you? You should be grateful I was the one taking you, ruining you, other demons or even humans wouldn’t have been so gentle with you.”

Taeyong’s eyes squeezed closed as his hips moved to meet her halfway, chasing down the pleasure. It was addicting, but he believed it wouldn’t have been as addictive if it didn’t come from her. At this point he didn’t even care if she was using some of her powers to make it feel better, as long as it felt this way, as long as it was with her, he would’ve taken everything.

And when his hips started meeting her halfway, she threw her head back, nails unconsciously sinking further into his skin, drawing out some droplets of blood, but the bliss was spreading trough his body with so much strength, blinding his senses, that Taeyong didn’t feel pain at all.

“Feels good.” The angel’s eyes blinked away a lonely tear, locking into her black pools, her eyes were like voids, deep and scary, he was sure that if he could walk in them, he’d get lost. There was no light. There was no salvation. There was sin. So much sin. In the way her eyes were digging deep into his —once— pure soul. In the way her lips were leaving marks behind. In the way her hands were grazing his skin. In her words, praises and mocks, rolling from her tongue like a mantra, like a hymn.

And Taeyong was lost in them.

He was lost in her.

In every wrong turn, deep down with the tide of perdition he swore he was never going to let himself get drowned into.

Demons were fascinating, but far away from him, far away from poor human’s that were struggling to find the right path to eternal salvation.

And now, the poor soul that needed saving was him. Pressed under a succubus’s body, or better, The succubus’s body, rocking her dick deep inside him, pushing his body into the mattress with so much strength he was sure the lines of himself were going to stay there for years to come.

And he was letting her.

Taeyong wasn’t even thinking of complaining or fighting the feeling back. He wasn’t crying because he knew she was staining him with red. He was crying because she wasn’t staining him enough. Was it a trick? Was it power? Was it a need he had buried deep inside his soul that had to resurface sooner or later? He had no idea.

He had no idea.

“You’re so beautiful, Taeyong,” she whispered, caressing his burning, wet cheek. His blood staining his pearly white skin. “I’m so blessed to have you here.” Her eyes were teary, and Taeyong didn’t get why. He was sure this was simply a rather sick fantasy, something she had to check off her bucket list. Eternity is long, and it gets boring. But right there, as her hips faltered, and her wings sheltered him more, and a damned tear rolled down and met his on his face, he wondered if maybe there was more. If under that strong, confident shell, she was hiding some insecurities. If after all, she was human still somewhere in her soul.

And he wondered if it was the same for him. If after all, after all the years spent on earth, his humans’ weakness didn’t seep into his bones and led him there.

Maybe truly nobody was perfect, except the Lord. Not even His creations. Not even His Children.

Of one thing, he was sure. He wasn’t worthy anymore, of His love, of His grace, of His protection.

But the worst part of it all, wasn’t that.

He didn’t want it anymore.

“I need you,” the seraphim cried, this time being the one scratching the other, nails doing nothing compared to hers.

“I will fill you with me, I will stain every single inch of you with sin. You will feel me for days.”

Taeyong had fallen from grace.

Crumbling apart in her arms as she filled him with her cum, touching him, grazing him, burning his skin up with invisible flames.

Taeyong had fallen from grace.

Begging, squirming, screaming her name, chanting it in the same way he chanted His name.

Taeyong had fallen from grace.

When nothing but her crossed his mind. When he moved from the bed to kiss her, to hold her close, to feel their skins burn together.

Taeyong had fallen from grace.

When his three pairs of wings spread open from behind his back, blinding white light shining through the whole place before disappearing, washed away by the storm that was still raging outside.

“They’re not blinding me,” she pointed out when she opened her eyes and saw them, beautiful and golden, beating as he kept them up, floating away from the bed. Chest panting, coming down from the afterglow and the surprise of how their natures could combine.

“I’m not blinding you,” he replied, kissing her again, holding her hips tighter.

Their wings started beating together, darkness mixing with light, creating a current that was keeping them afloat as they were still tangled with each other. Fitting perfectly.

Made for each other.

“You’re not blinding me,” she repeated, lips against his, as her heart crushed in her chest, a twinge so hard that it shook her breath away. The pain starting to get to her brain, and before she could let that fragile, vulnerable, human-like part take over her, she pulled out, making him whine at the emptiness and the cold as she flew a few meters away from him.

Only for a split second, she thought of stopping, fearing that this was going to leave them both burned and scarred, more than she anticipated when she started playing this game. But when her eyes flickered on his again, shining of a light only he had, begging her silently, she realized it was too late, they were too far down into this to withdraw now.

Taeyong was about to ask why she was hesitating, but his thoughts stopped when she twirled again in the air and her body went back to its original form.

“I want to feel you now,” she whispered, flying on top of him again, their wings beating against each other, the feathers brushing and tingling. “I want you to be inside of me.”

“I don’t know how to do it,” the angel replied, gulping as he stared at her; he felt like something shifted, but he couldn’t grasp it.

“You only have to follow my lead, angel. I’ll show you the way,” she said, sinking on his, once again, hard cock. “I will always show you the way if you let me.”

And he would’ve. Maybe not always. Maybe once this spell exploded, he would’ve cried all his tears and damned himself for what he was letting happen, killing himself for how blasphemous he was acting in the land of the enemy while he was supposed to be serving his One and Only God.

Later, maybe.

Not now, not now for sure.

This felt different, her hips grinding on him, lifting up and down, hands laying flat on his chest, strands of hair framing her beautiful face. The light coming out of her was dark, gloomy, a mix of silver and black and red, but he still found it enchanting. He found it hauntingly beautiful how their lights would mix together, his gold, and her silver. Sin and holy coming together to create this.

A mess of fleshes that technically fleshes weren’t. A mess of bones, and veins, and skin, getting along as if they were something they were not; humans.

That was why sex was forbidden in Heaven. Because it was so human, even if it was done for His right reasons, he was still dirty, vulnerable… raw. It scratched the wildest and deepest and darkest desires. Sex made creatures human. And in Heaven, there was nothing worst than being human.

But if that meant being human, Taeyong couldn’t complain. He loved that vulnerability, he loved that feeling, that intimacy. He loved feeling that they were becoming one with every single thrust on him.

He now got why humans suffered so much for love, why they did crazy things for it, crossed traced lines, and chased treacherous paths. Because love makes you crazy. Carnal. Romantic. Familiar. Religious. Love makes people crazy. It turns them blind and devoted.

And that was what Taeyong was right now, blind and devoted.

Blinded by her.

Devoted to her.

So his head rolled back again, harmonious moans coming out of his mouth as his hands wrapped around her thighs. He could feel her inside twitch around his lenght, wetness dripping down, surely creating a pool of white on the bed underneath them. And his hips moved again, it was as if he knew exactly what to do, mimicking her.

“You’re doing so good, angel,” she moaned, biting her lips, head falling forward because she had no intention of missing a second of the vision he was. She knew she wasn’t going to have him again, God forbid if they were even going to cross in the middle ground again. So she impressed the image of him in her mind, white hair framing his perfectly sculpted face, some sticking to his skin, some falling around him, golden halo glowing over it, eyes half lidded, and pink lips parted to let out the most beautiful moans she had ever heard.

“Keep singing for me,” she ordered. “Sing for me like you sing for your Lord.”

And Taeyong did. Moans came out of his mouths like the prayers and canticles he would sing high up in the Sky to his one and only Lord. To his God. The One that created him. The One that gave him life. The One that made him his subject. And now Taeyong was ripping all the trust apart, the faith, the loyalty. Taeyong was singing for his God, but his God now wasn’t the same one that created him, gave him life and made him slave.

He was singing for a God that set him free of his limits, of his fears, of the firm rules he had set himself to follow strictly everyday without even thinking of questioning them.

She was his God now. She was worth of worshipping, and blind believing, and mindless following.

So he kept chanting her name, praising it, singing it with joy and tears flooding from his eyes as he stared into her eyes, heart beating loudly in his chest as she made him feel lighter than he ever felt.

And she felt a peculiar feeling, mixed between feeling as light as him and also feeling heavy.

She had watched Taeyong from afar. Studied him for ages because he seemed so different from everybody. She couldn’t blame God for picking him as his favorite even when He shouldn’t have done it.

She had been jealous of Taeyong. And she wasn’t even sure why. She didn’t want his life, she didn’t want to be washed over by the blinding lights of Heaven. But then one day it hit her. She wasn’t jealous of Taeyong, she was jealous of God. Because God had him, every day, every night, singing for him, praying for him, worshipping him.

She had fallen for him.

She had fallen for an angel and she couldn’t understand how that could’ve happened.

And now that she was there, filled by him, as he sang to her, prayed to her, worshipped her, she realized she couldn’t care why it happened, because this felt better than all the other sex she ever had, in her life and her death.

And when tears stained her face, Taeyong brought his hand up, wiping the liquid away and encouraging her to lean in, and kissed her, healing the pain.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, lips meeting hers again. “Heaven doesn’t like to see tears.”

She chuckled, sniffling before sinking into the crook of his neck. She wanted to answer that they were in Hell, and Hell loved seeing cries and hearing screams, that Hell loved pain and broken souls, but she liked to pretend that for a second, in that small patch of Hell, there was a small patch of Paradise.

A limbo. A holy ground. A safe place where they could exist and don’t feel the weight of their existence.

Because eternity might seem like a good thing but it’s a tragedy.

It’s long, and exhausting, and after all, it’s lonely.

And always takes away from you what you want the most.

“Beg for me,” she screamed, hips moving faster on him and fingers intertwining with his. “Beg for me as you will beg for forgiveness. Beg so loud that your God might hear you and shame you. Beg to show him whose your God truly is.”

Taeyong cried harder, harshly stripped away of everything he had been believing in for decades, ages, millenniums. His whole existence falling apart into her hands and he had no thought in his mind that wanted to retort her words. No matter how painful they were, how deep they cut, opening his chest in two and ripping his heart out of his ribcage, making it bleed with lust and disgrace.

“Please, don’t stop,” he begged, blinking the tears away. “Don’t stop. It feels too good. I— I,” he stopped, heart clenching as if his true nature knew how wrong his next words were. “I love this. I love you.”

The purest angel, crafted by God, to be immaculate and pure, made human by a succubus.

Feeling an emotion that wasn’t made for him to feel, in particular to feel for a Satan’s creations.

The purest angel that ever crossed Heaven and earth had fallen in a trap he couldn’t get out from.

He had fallen in her.

“You… you don’t think that,” she cried, hips faltering as those words made her mad. She wasn’t new to hearing people scream it when they were close to the high, surely a defensive reaction to try to beg for forgiveness as the thought of what they put themselves into meant. But this… this fake love was painful and it left her breathless. It hurt. It was God revenge for her crimes.

“I do,” he blurted. “I need you. I never… never felt better than this. Never felt more real.”

“Say you want me,” she said, cupping his chin. “Say you want me. Say it until Heaven falls and Hell crumbles. Say it until God will get mad and punish us for our crimes. Say it until His anger will strike upon us.”

“I want you. I only want you. I would spend eternity getting lost in the creeks of your body,” he sang, leaning closer to her, kissing her. “I’d spend eternity to show the beautiful creature you are. The monster you are not.”

“You can’t change who I am,” she breathed out, pleasure making it hard to talk or think, pain making it hard to talk or think. But as usual, she was trying to drown that feeling with sex, doing what she was the best at.

“I don’t want to change you,” he wept. “I will never want to change you.”

His head rolled back when he felt her tighten around him, cum dripping down, creating a mess between their bodies.

“Beli-believe me.”

“I do,” she moaned, wings spreading and stopping their movements to keep them afloat for a moment. “You’re the only one I’ve ever believed in my entire life." Taeyong didn’t know, he couldn’t know how secretly devoted she was to him. He didn’t know that if she could choose her religion, she would’ve picked him. Him over everything. She would’ve turned human again as a punishment if only that meant she could have him.

“Oh, God…” he moaned when her hips got faster and he felt the same sensation of before run in his bones.

“Call him all you want,” she whispered, “you know he won’t answer.”

“I know,” Taeyong replied, tears streaking his cheek. “I’m not calling him, I’m calling you.”

And as the last drop that falls and makes water erupt down, his words brought them to their high. Bodies freezing against each other as the wave of pleasure ran through them and their moans mixed before muffling as their lips met in a desperate kiss.

When the feeling dimmed, they were panting chest to chest. Wings flapping slower as they started flying down, and finally felt the soft mattress again.

“Stay,” she whispered, voice shaking, hands caressing his chest. “Only for a while, long enough I can fool myself this can be real.”

“This is real,” Taeyong replied. Surprised that guilt didn’t assault him yet. Caressing her hair and touching the horns.

“This is wrong.”

He chuckled, burying his head against her hair for a moment. “This is a fall from grace.” A lonely tear marked his cheek, falling on the sheets. “A fall from grace.”

She hummed and then a bittersweet but satisfied, smile crept on her lips as she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

She couldn’t have him, but God didn’t have him either.

Taeyong was marked, stained, and ripped at the edges. He wasn’t the same anymore.

God had deprived her of her happy ending, so she stole his dearest angel.

Taeyong had fallen from grace.

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[How exploring the Ineffable Husbands' dynamic in Good Omens can help us figure out what the show/book is all about, Part 3.1/?]

Also called: This human has, apparently, too much time on her hands and will be trying to Effable the Ineffable for [...] hours.

Hiya, Angels! 👋

Hope you're all doing well!

First of all, if you randomly came across this analysis, I guess you would expect me to entice you to read the first two parts beforehand... And you would be absolutely right.

"Obviosleh."

And since I'm nice [and because I fully understand the importance of saving people as much effort as possible to catch a larger audience - Duh 😇], here are the links for Part 1 and Part 2 🥰 so that everyone is on the same page as we dive into Part 3.

As I previously announced, we'll dissect our favorite pair's next two encounters today which are S1 3004 BC (Noa's Arch, The Flood) and S2 2500 BC (Job's ca-

[future me rereading this before dropping - Yep, nope, not happening just yet]

By doing that, I will try my best to prove to you the main point of my analysis I've revealed at the end of Part 2.

Repeat after me: Good Omens is a philosophical essay disguised as comedic/satyric/romantic fiction.

[Yeah... here she is, already giving orders strong recommendations... I'm so Metatroning you right now.]

[And, since I'm at my best when I'm Metatroning people, this is the moment I'm gonna take to strongly recommend you to ingest the human matter of your choosing - Num num num.]

*In Crowley's voice* OOookaay, let's start!

3004 BC (Mesopotamia - Noa's Arch, The Flood)

In S1, Right before this encounter happens, the scene starts by making us, the audience, witness Aziraphale very badly lying to God about the flaming sword, an event that I already mentioned in part 2 because of the contrast it was considering he did tell the truth to a newly Demonized Crawley in comparison.

BUT [Yay, first "but" of Part 3! Are you having fun?], I really want to talk about this bit some more because that remains one of the scenes that, to this day, bugs me THE MOST in Good Omens as a whole.

To sum things up, you're telling me that GOD:

BOTHERED to pop in to ask one of their Angels a question.

That the said Angel seemed suuuuper anxious about from the start: looking everywhere aimlessly, almost asking them WHAT A DAMN SWORD EVEN WAS... basically giving away EVERY TELLTALE SIGN, both in their voice, mannerisms, and the simple fact that they were literally back to the wall, that they were about to LIE, proceeded to give God the UNanswerest answer EVER:

"Oh, must have, uh, must have put it down here somewhere."

And God just... just... LEFT THAT LYING ANGEL ALONE?! Just as quickly as they arrived?! No arguments, no further questions, no reckoning, just... NOTHING. HAPPENED?!

HUH?

WOT?!

WHO?!

WHO THE F DOES THAT?!

WHO DOES THAT?! That is a real question! WHO?!

IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY. SENSE!

THE F-

I mea-

I'll never recover from it.

Oof. Okay, I'm fini-

I NEED an answer in Season 3! This is all I ask! I don't need the world to be saved, I don't need Alpha Centauri, man, I don't even need Aziracrow to reuni- [okay, no, can't say that, even if I like being dramatic, I take that back, this is all I want and all I've ever wanted, please, I just need to see Aziraphale in a white dress and Crowley demanding him to remove his 200 yo jacket on top of it because it "absolutely ruins it", please!] I. NEED. ANSWERS.

*clears her throat* Yeah. So. I'm perfectly fine with this scene. Moving on!

Aziraphale and Crawley meet in Mesopotamia during the year 3004 BC.

Crawley is the first to notice and to greet Aziraphale VERY enthusiastically. Which is, first of all, cute, but also an indicator that they haven't seen each other in a very long time, more precisely, since Eden (a thousand years prior to be exact). We know that because the first thing Crawley says after his "Hello, Aziraphale!" is the direct continuation of their conversation back in Eden:

"So, giving the mortals a flaming sword. How did that work out for you?"

Aziraphale answers what will never cease to bug me:

"The Almighty has never actually mentioned it again."

Which still peaks my interest because it could mean two things, and pretty different things at that:

One, God and Aziraphale never directly interacted again and nobody from the Main Office ever asked him about the flaming sword at all, which made Aziraphale believe that God never asked them anything about it.

Two, God and Aziraphale DID directly interact again but the flaming sword subject has never been brought up once more.

Given the way this sentence is constructed and the emphasis on "actually mentioned it again," I'm more inclined to believe in the second option, which would be a very interesting thing to pounder:

Aziraphale might have a "privileged" relationship with God considering they probably interacted somewhat directly and more than once.

I'll go back to it later because we need to keep that in mind for the Job's case encounter.

Crawley says that it is "probably a good thing" until his attention is drawn to what is happening around them.

Then, they will debate the subject of the day, which is pretty much the same thing as before but formulated differently and condensed:

What is the point of Good and Bad? Do these concepts even have a meaning or not?

The main difference between the two previous encounters compared to this one is that this time, Aziraphale and Crawley are both active in the debate and do find common grounds here and there. It is shown cinematographically: they share the screen.

Aziraphale explains to Crawley that God got "a bit tetchy" and wants to drown the human race (well, at least the Middle Eastern humans) and Crawley takes that announcement astonishingly, which still aligns with his creator-at-heart persona.

"All of them?"

Insists Crawley.

Aziraphale first tries to mitigate what appears to Crawley as an extreme reaction by stating that Noah, his family, and their spouses will be spared but you can see that he, himself, doesn't really believe in what he tries to say.

"But they're drowning everybody else?"

Crawley really, really cannot comprehend what is happening.

"Not the kids. You can't kill kids."

This reminds us of their very first meeting because Crawley, here, judges God and tries to put himself in their place. Again.

Aziraphale answers with a worried nod: both because he is scared (his Fear of God cannot be anything but present at that moment) and because... he agrees.

And THEN, Crawley says that:

"Well, that's more the kind of thing you'd expect my lot to do."

Now that Aziraphale is more inclined to be part of the debate, Crawley tends to be more forthright about his opinion:

If God can do what Satan and his demons do, what is the point of separating the two? Are they, really, that different?

And, more so:

Is God a Good being anyway?

If Good or Bad exists, of course. [Oh, yes, I know I'm annoying. 100% aware. 😁]

To Aziraphale, it is clearly the case, and that is why he tries, again, to mitigate God's actions:

"The Almighty's going to put up a new thing, called a rainbow. As a promise not to drown everyone again."

A rainbow, huh? How interesting...

A rainbow is basically a demonstration of the union between Water and Fire. God and Satan. Good and Bad. Blah blah blah.

Almost as if...

Nahhh...

Almost as if they both needed to exist at all times!

Also, Aziraphale almost sounds like he is interpreting the rainbow as God's excuse for having a tantrum.

Which Crawley responds with a very sarcastic:

"How kind."

That's when Aziraphale cannot bring himself to follow Crawley's opinion any further (even if it is clearly shown he DOES agree, he is just SCARED to be).

After telling Crawley that he cannot judge God, that's when the "Ineffable" word is brought up again. This time, by Crawley. Because he already knows what Ineffable means to Aziraphale:

I am not important, or mighty enough to judge God and I am not supposed to. I am supposed to do what I am told, no questions asked.

Does it sound repetitive? Yeah, because it is 😅 That is Good Omen's main theme, after all.

This story is, as I mentioned before, a satire. Of religion, but also, of the concept of hierarchy, and the danger of ideologies as a whole. "Ineffable" is an ideology. "Ineffable" literally means "so emotionally overwhelming and powerful that you cannot translate into words"...

But Good Omens wants to bring you to ask yourself: cannot or don't want to?

Aziraphale is a character who doesn't want to think by himself because he is scared of a higher power (hierarchy). But he cannot just... stop thinking. Oppositely to Crowley, who kind of always, naturally had that ability.

Therefore, that makes it difficult for the both of them to understand each other [Oh yes, we'll talk about that further when we finally talk about that S2 finale that left us traumatized. According to my rhythm and how my Muse is an erratic bench, I'd say this conversation will occur in about a year or two.] Just as it is difficult for any of us to understand the people who think dramatically differently than us. Good Omens is an invitation to debate with people who do not share our views. That is how we stay open-minded and prompt to change.

Basically, folks: don't blindly stay in the boxes you're in.

Hierarchy is heavily criticized too, because it is a big cause - if not the main one - of people staying put in their respective boxes. Religion is a box among many others, hence the fact I prefer to say that GO mocks ideologies as a whole.

But hierarchy can be different things, and, more so, can use many different tones towards its subordinates: hierarchy can be nice, and affectionate (family, for instance - or not, definitely not always). Hierarchy can also be threatening, physically or mentally, or both (dictatorship, for instance).

Basically: hierarchy can either come from love or fear.

Or... well, both. That's how you get... propaganda? That is the most blatant example that came to my mind. We tend to associate love with good. We also tend to forget how often love has been used as a weapon.

Good and bad are...

[You know the end of the sentence, now, do you? If not, it means I haven't harassed you enough, so let me remind you]

Good and Bad are always mixed up. If they exist.

Anyway, I feel like I'm starting to digress.

.... Actually? I'm not done with that segment just yet.

[You right now.]

Hierarchy can also come from... habits. History. Some hierarchies that we are under today are still there because of how long they have been installed, but not really because they are that relevant anymore. I am not going to bring examples here because I do not want to offend anybody and because you are more than capable of interpreting this statement in a way that speaks to you.

We'll talk about this more when we'll reach the... Jim/Gabriel subject. [In about a year and a half.]

ANYWAY. Moving on to a lighter reflection:

Romantically speaking, Aziraphale remembers that encounter because Crawley displayed strong empathy and concern during that whole meeting.

He asked Aziraphale how he was after the flaming sword incident,

He could not comprehend how killing kids was okay,

He bothered to alert Noah about the escaping unicorn.

[Also, maybe, because damn - Also, it might come as a surprise to you who have seen me fangirling over Crowley for the last 3 parts but my favorite is actually Aziraphale 🤣]

After this conversation, The Flood starts and neither of them is protecting the other from it. Because of habits (after a thousand years spent on earth, they know this will not hurt any of them), but also as a way to tell us, the audience: they have started to realize they were in this together.

[Insert the "We're all in this together" Disney's High School Musical song right here... Yeah! I'm a Millennial, how could you possibly have guessed?!]

They are Equals.

Another really important topic in Good Omens, by the way, but it is time to dive into one of my favorite encounters between Aziraphale and Crowley and-

Huhhhh. I feel like analyzing two meetings including a whole episode in only one part might feel too heavy (to me, at least). So... I guess see you next time? 😅

Bye, Angels!

[No, no, I'm not saying you are "sssuckersss" okay? Just wanted a Crowley gif.]

Need help to find the rest of this analysis? I've got you covered! Follow me, Angel 😇

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#Ineffable Husbands #Good Omens analysis #Good Omens #Good Omens S1 #Good Omens S2 #Aziraphale in love #Good Omens theory #Aziraphale #Crowley #Aziracrow #Effable the Ineffable #Philosophy #Good Omens is a philosophical essay disguised as comedic/satyric/romantic Fiction and I am here to prove it #What is Good what is Bad does it actually exists anyway #This analysis turns to 40% actual GO analysis VS 60% me digressing #I'm not sure I am mad about it though #Maybe you are? Idk #Can't wait to analyze the Job episode even if that alone will take over a month

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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Oral Freedom

We will get back to dom! idol in another Ateez post after this (i actually have several as that’s my personal preferred position) but honestly idk that this has any particular dynamics. Sorta maybe??? Either way welcome back to my drabble/imagines/focus series “To All The Dicks I’ve Sucked Before” aka #TATDISB

Pairing: I.N (Jeongin) x reader Genre: Smut, basically PWOP. WC: ~1.1k

As per usual, this does not represent IN/Jeongin, it is a work of fiction. All specific warnings are below the cut. I’ve tried my best to make this as gender neutral as possible but as always i am learning. I’m a cis-woman so i default to this naturally but try my best to leave pronouns at the door.

By clicking the read more you are aware and agree to the above and reading 18+ content.

TW: Free Use, somnophilia, perv!jeongin who tries to act innocent, mostly build up, implied consent (not detailed is a conversation about boundaries but it’s referenced)

The red cord wrapped around your wrist was your idea. Small and unassuming, easily written off as a reminder bracelet or small token from a friend. Easily hidden from outsiders not privy to your agreement.

The agreement was also your suggestion despite Jeongin. He knew he had a higher libido than most and he hated it. It wasn’t fair how even the smallest things would leave his hormones raging and blood rushing to his groin. The way you’d rub your face against the pillow as you woke up, your smell especially if you hadn’t showered yet, once even popping a boner from you stroking the knuckle of his thumb as you held hands. You really didn’t mind it, you just liked being wanted.

Free use.

You’d wear some small signal to him that he could indulge in whatever he pleased (within your rules) during the time when the item was worn. Without asking. That was important. His constant need to jerk off left him anxious to ask for your consent. Of course he’d never ever do anything without talking to you first but what was too frequent or too forceful or too...horny? The questions would swirl around his mind until he’d get so stressed out he’d get hard and have to run off to the bathroom to take care of it anyway. And you’d noticed this. It was difficult to hide the fact that you noticed it. Trying to cover his frequent dashes into other rooms with jokes about how he should go to a proctologist to get looked at or an allergist to get tested. No matter how many times you assured him that you found him sexy, handsome, attractive and that you wanted him to fuck you, it didn’t seem to sway his nerves.

You’d seen it mentioned a few times and it seemed like the answer to your prayers. No more asking, just a quiet reassurance that your body was fair game to his fantasies. It would be a relief to both of you.

It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon that you’d spent lazing around in your pjs, an oversized shirt and microshorts, hair pulled back away from your face. Jeongin sat on the opposite en of the couch, attempting to play a new video game release. Instead he found himself watching you. Squirm, thighs rubbing and tensing together with a small whine with your face buried into the pillow. “Sounds like fun,” he thought, smiling to himself. It also didn’t escape his dick, twitching slightly in his PJ pants. He tried to refocus on his Switch, maybe it would be a funny story to tell you later. The balls of your feet pressed into his thigh as you turned yourself, distracting him again, rolling onto your belly with one knee propped up near your hip. Shorts falling open he could just see the growing wetness pooling at your crotch.

Jeongin gulped, adam's apple bobbing forcefully. Cock twitching again against his thigh, tent obvious in his pants, he tries to balance the handheld in one hand, propping the opposite side against his knee while his free hand palmed the leaking head of his erection. He swears to himself that he can get through it without jerking off. He really doesn’t want to have to make a dash to the bathroom. If you just settle down really the boner will eventually go away if he can just focus-

Jeongin thinks someone be it god or fate, must be playing a cruel joke on him. Flipping yourself onto your back with a loud moan your hand comes up to your chest, fingers splaying over a hardened nipple just poking through your soft cotton shirt. Transfixed on your fingertips his cock gives him another forceful pulse.

And that’s when he sees the little red strand tied to your wrist, pushed up your forearm in the violence of your tossing and turning but there nonetheless.

He shudders. Your lips look beautiful in the early afternoon light. When had you even thought to put that little signal on? His game lays discarded on the ground next to the couch as his fingers dip below his elastic waistband to fist his aching member. Throbbing with his heartbeat he can’t believe how hard he is already. Don’t waste this opportunity, this moment that the start aligned, he chides himself.

Carefully he slides off the couch and pads up towards where your torso lays, barely able to control his excited breaths. His entire body tremors pulling his pants down just enough, cock jutting outwards from his pelvis, hovering over your sleeping form. Jeongin bites his lower lip, nearly tormenting himself watching the tip float so close yet so far from your loosened jaw. One hand stroking himself he grazes the thumb of his free hand gently over your lower lip, seeing how wide he can coax you. He slides his digit in easily, your entire body pliant to his touch, mouth wet and warm and waiting to be filled. Squeezing the base of his cock he prays he doesn’t cum right then.

Placing a hand on the back of the couch to stabilize he holds his breath as he places his length just barely grazing your plump lips, a groan catching in his throat.

You moan and wiggle, mouth briefly closing into a small kiss before hinging back open. Jeogin sharply pulls away in shock, heart beating wildly in his chest, ready to bolt as though he’d done something wrong.

Of course he’d done nothing wrong, you were wearing your signal. It was fine for him to do this. It was fine for him to take advantage of your soft sleeping body. You wanted him to take advantage of your vulnerable state. Little did he know the pain of unfulfilled orgasms you were experiencing, unable to escape your erotic dreams.

Composing himself he resumed his position, slowly sliding the underside of his shaft against your lips, teasing himself. Angry red turning nearly purple with engorgement his brain finally shuts off, giving over to his animal needs. Granting himself permission to fully enjoy the gift you wore on your wrist. Lining himself up with your mouth he coaxes the head in just enough to fuck himself against the inside of your cheek. Moaning, watching your cheek bulge out and suck in as he thrusts, he doesn’t care anymore that you stir under him, eyes hazy with sleep. He chases his high with wild abandon.

“Just be a good slut and take it, okay? Take it for me.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #i.n smut #jeongin smut #jeogin skz smut #in smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #jeongin hard thoughts #TATDISB #.queue

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moonlightequin1 · 7 months

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♡ Welcome to my Tumblr Page ♡

‼️ BYF (Before you follow):

- My account is NOT a spoiler free zone! I will reblog and post things that are up-to-date with the main story which means I will not refrain from posting/reblogging Book 7 spoilers!

- I am a huge Ramshackle, Heartshackle, Diasomnia, and Crowley enthusiast, so I won't really be interacting with accounts hate on them. Don't worry, I will respect your opinions about these characters. We all have our preferences.

- I am mainly yuu/prefect multishipper and twst OCxCanon shipper! So if that's not what you are into, then it's best to avoid my page.

- I am NOT comfortable with Malleus X Lilia or Silver X Lilia content. So if you ship one of those ships (or perhaps both), please don't interact with me! I am not comfortable seeing these dynamics in any romantic sense at all.

👀 Information about me:

♡ my pronouns are she/her (but I don't mind they/them)

♡ I'm a HUGE TWST theorist! Most of my posts and reblogs will probably be mainly on the theory side of TWST!

♡ I am also an artist and OC content creator, but I usually post about my OCs on Twitter.

♡ interests/fandoms: Twisted Wonderland (main), Disney, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Nier Automata, Vocaloid, Gundam Wing, Cafe Enchante, Our Life: Beginning & Always, Our Life: Now & Forever, Ghibli, horror games, dating sims, otome games, interactive fiction, romantasy books, etc!

♡ Favourite TWST pairings: Adeuyuu, Silyuu, Malleyuu, Rolloyuu, Sebeyuu, Rookyuu, Vilyuu, Azuyuu, most Yuu pairings in general, Lilinor, LiliNorVan

♡ My favourite TWST theories/HCs: Trey and Sebek are cousins (HC/THEORY), Crowley is Levan (THEORY), Rook is twisted and based on Robin Hood (THEORY)

♡ Personal Tags: #just ray ~ reblog (for reblogs), #just ray ~ rambles (for ramblings), #just ray ~ art (for my artworks), #just ray ~ ocs (for my OCs), #just ray ~ theory pit (for theories), #just ray ~ edits (for edits)

Twisted Wonderland Theory/Analysis Masterlist (mostly from Twitter):

🌹 Heartslabyul

Deuce is the exception in the Prologue (Crowley, Ace, and Grim are also odd)

🦁 Savanaclaw

Someone died in the Afterglow Savannah kingdom...?

Leona's sleeping talent may possibly be used in Book 7

Leona and Idia's plausible importance/involvement in Book 7

🌊 Octavinelle

Azul has Tiana motifs

🐍 Scarabia

Kalim's Ceremonial Robes

👑 Pomefiore

Rook is a Beastman

Rook and Rapunzel (Crack Theory)

Dire Crowley's theme is nearly in sync with Pomefiore's Overblot OST

Meleanor's Lullaby and Pomefiore's dorm OST having the same ending notes

💀 Ignihyde

The Isles of Grief basis is Atlantis

Leona and Idia's plausible importance/involvement in Book 7

🐉 Diasomnia

Silver and Crowley

Briar Valley Tangled Festival...?

Sebek and Trey are relatives....

Lilia's necklace merch having possible symbolisms...?

Grim and Sebek's similarities/connection

Thread on Silver and Yuu's similarities and parallels

Grim, Malleus, and the Neverbeast

Malleus and Crowley parallels

Malleus and Crowley parallels (again)

Meleanor's Lullaby and Pomefiore's dorm OST having the same ending notes

🏚️ Ramshackle

The possible reason Mickey is forgotten or not recognized in Twisted Wonderland AND Ramshackle's dorm spirit... (PT.1)

What we know about Grim's lore (THREAD)

Grim and Sebek's similarities/connection

Thread on Silver and Yuu's similarities and parallels

Grim, Malleus, and the Neverbeast

Grim and Pete the Cat

Grim's connection to the Dwarfs

Yuu (the Prefect) is dead in their original world

Grim and the Chimera

Yuu and The Black Cauldron

Deuce is the exception in the Prologue (Crowley, Ace, and Grim are also odd)

🐦‍⬛🗝️ NRC

Crowley, the Dark Mirror, and the Briar Valley soldiers

Crowley and the 8th coffin (theory notes)

Dire Crowley is unkind...?

Did Crowley lose a companion...?

The NRC Faculty might play a bigger role than we think but Crewel is the odd one out

Malleus and Crowley Parallels

Dire Crowley's theme is nearly in sync with Pomefiore's Overblot OST

Deuce is the exception in the Prologue (Crowley, Ace, and Grim are also odd)

The Magic Mirror

How the Darkness and Blot work together & other considerations (A re-evaluation of my previous theories)

⭐ RSA

RSA and NRC's rivalry is secretly the Silver Owls VS Briar Valleys...?

Do RSA students see in black and white?

🪞 TWISTED WONDERLAND

What if the Heroes were punished to become the Villains as an act of revenge?

#just ray ~ intro #twisted wonderland masterlist #twst theories

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ozuzo · 1 month

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Why do you enjoy DirkJake as a ship?? 🧡💚

(I could do an entire dissertation, but I'll keep it reasonable... Or try to!)

So why do I enjoy dirkjake? Possibly because there are a trillion plausible ways their dynamic could work and each one is messier than the last, which sincerely brings me joy to think about!

Like your average dirkjake fan I like the childhood friends to lovers to exes to possibly lovers (?) to enemies (???) pipeline (I'm not immune to the divorce propaganda), but their duality when it comes to comedy and tragedy really does it for me. I enjoy their machinations, the absurd 4D chess courting they get up to, and most of all I enjoy the ugly and bitter bits that come with them being undersocialized teenagers—then young adults—struggling with their identity in the literal end of the world. Their struggle feels very 2000s and very real despite the fantasy aspect and that's something I long for in fiction!

On that same note, the "inevitability" of the pairing is also a big factor for me. Some may say that if Dirk hadn't pushed it, dirkjake wouldn't have happened at all and I can sort of see how Jake needed a "nudge" (or more like several) to get there, but personally I like the idea of them learning to love each other when the scope of their world widens and them being together stops being a necessity and starts being an active choice.

... What else? Being the characterization-obsessed ass I am, I love their contrasting aesthetics and personalities... Not to mention the narrative obsession they have for one another. Like, seriously, how do you even begin explaining Brain Ghost Dirk? The implications are Downright Insane™!!!

And it's so interesting that most of what we know about their relationship canonically isn't even legit, bona fide dirkjake... What a fantasy, what a trip!

So yeah, I'd pick messy queer representation over "proper" representation any day and Dirk and Jake are far from picture-perfect! Their relationship has the potential to be very silly, very tragic or—as is often the case—both... and honestly? That's enough to keep me here!

#ozuzo talks #dirkjake #rant #???#Feels kind of scattered but dirkjake!!!

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prumanoenjoyer · 22 days

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Doing this thing because I got blorbos on my mind

A - Current OTPs/OT3s etc.

It may not come as a surprise but I am absolutely rotting on PruMano at all times and have been doing so for basically a year now. It's beginning to melt into my personality and nothing can be done about it. Whenever I'm released from the iron grip of PruMano rotting I enjoy GerIta and FrUk like the normie that I am. The BTT are definitely getting together for threesomes when they're all single and I like them as well.

B - Pairing I initially didn't consider

This might shock you after reading the first bit but. PruMano. See I'm not new to this circus, I first watched Hetalia in 2015 but focused mostly on the Nordic 5 with SuFin and DenNor. This was before PruAus 9/11 (Hima suddenly announcing they're cousins) so I think I was on the PruAus rot.

Other than that I got a friend who I dragged into this hellhole (you know who you are) who has infected me with Frain and TurFra. I have some Thoughts about TurPru but uhh. let's leave that for now.

C - Ships I never liked and never will like

All the ones where there is an unbalanced power dynamic (age gaps, having interacted when one was a child and the other way older etc, former colonies and oppressive states, having a relationship that implies being related etc). I am a seasoned hater of these and I do my best to block anyone who as much as reblogs it. I do not care if it's "just fiction" you guys are weird and not in a good way xoxo

D - Ships I just can't get myself to like

Due to the aforementioned PruMano rot I just don't feel seriously interested in any other pairings I fear. Nothing against PruCan or LietPru for example, I am just so rotted on PruMano that it doesn't make me feel anything lol

E - My crack contributions

I may just be the only person who has even considered TurPru and I have done it in the most unbearable fujoshi way possible </3

Other than that I'm helping out with spreading unrequited GerFra, Frain and TurFra which I do also enjoy on the side.

F - Longest I've been in a fandom

I wanna say this one?? Not actively so, I jumped ship to other things such as Love Live and JJBA in early 2019ish (Love Live even earlier in 2017), but even during my longer breaks from Hetalia I've always ended up rewatching it at some point or posting about it.

G - First OTP

For Hetalia it's definitely been GerIta from day one. Do I even need to say anything? To me they're canon.

H - Favorite way of consuming fandom stuff

It's mostly anime series and TV shows I'd say, I do sometimes read but am a bit too busy to properly sit down and do so.

I - Has Tumblr made me dislike fandoms

I think it would take less time to list the fandoms Tumblr HASN'T made me dislike tbh. I try to keep a tight knit circle for my own sanity and rarely interact with the fandom part of stuff apart from my own and my friend's contributions. Highly recommended btw.

J - Fandoms I didn't notice until Tumblr

To be honest I'm not really browsing Tumblr at all. I like to upload here because the image quality is way better than on Instagram. I suppose I highly associate some fandoms with this site (Undertale for example)?

K - Say something nice about someone

You should all go like and subscribe to fruktual on Instagram for more FrUk and Frainposting

L - Say something nice about a mid character

Lithuania I'm sure you are way more interesting than I give you credit for and I care about you the most out of the Baltic Trio (which I honestly forget exists at times)

M - Something nice about a ship I don't like

I'd honestly rather pull a tooth out than say a single word of praise for things such as UsUk or Spamano 🤢🤢🤢🤢 And that's on periodt!

N - Things I wish to see more of in the fandom

More PruMano please please please please please pl

O - Song that reminds me of a ship

Til There Was You by The Beatles makes me think of GerIta, as well as Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

As for PruMano it would be Tales Of Great Ulysses by Cream because I had that on repeat writing my Ancient Rome PruMano AU lol

P - New AU

I'm working on/will be working on a Frankenstein PruMano AU where Gilbert is a much more empathic Victor Frankenstein and Lovino is too traumatized from dying and being resurrected to be out killing people. Look forward to that...

Q - Ship I've abandoned and why

PruAus because Hima came in with a warhammer and bludgeoned it to the cousinzone R.I.P </3

R - Pairing I think no one else ships

Again with TurPru, I seriously wonder whether it's been considered at all. Most likely not.

S - Personal headcanon

Okay more or less true I guess if you bother to read the source material but Gilbert is just a silly loser guy. Like, he's a total himbo. I love him and need to gnaw on him.

T - Headcanons I'll die defending

That Gilbert and Lovino who share a passion for chivalry and knights would definitely go visit museums and LARPing events such as medieval weeks and whatnot. Just warms my cold little heart <3

U - 5 faves from 5 different fandoms

Oh boy. Forgive me for what I'm about to share.

(Hetalia) Gilbert Beilschmidt

(JJBA) Dio Brando

(Madoka) Kyouko Sakura

(Love Live) Yoshiko Tsushima

(Gakkou Gurashi or School Live) Kurumi Ebisuzawa

V - 3 OTPs from different fandoms

(Hetalia) PruMano (shocker, I know)

(Madoka) HomuMado

(Love Live) YohaRiko

W - 5 ships ft 5 kinks for said ship

So obviously gonna skip over the ones featuring minors.

PruMano - Verbal degradation, sadism, masochism, somewhat fear aspect, leaving marks

I do also just think they love each other and have normal sex and that's fine too, but I did write a fanfic where the abovementioned happens

X - My top 5 babygirls

1. Gilbert, I bully him a lot but don't you ever seriously say something mean about him because I will be so sad </3

2. Lovino, he's a flawed man and some of you are MEAN to him for having it rough

3. Rome, some people who haven't read source material claim there's some favoritism going on, he does visit Lovino as well okay? The allegations are canonically false!

4. Ludwig, I think most of us agree he's a good person but for the rare few who claim he's "verbally abusive". Go outside and touch grass no he isn't. GerIta has always been them antagonizing one another, the battlefield is even or perhaps even in Feliciano's favor. Ludwig will never be able to escape the nightmare and I don't think Feli wants him to. They're bound together forever and love it.

5. Roderich, gets slack for various Chibitalia related things, does not deserve it at all, it's all whining and he and Feli are on good terms in modern times. Relax.

Y - Fandoms in-law

My current close friends are into Baldurs Gate 3, Watch Dogs, Dishonored, Evillous Chronicles (Vocaloid), Utena and more. But these are the primary blorbo shows in-law.

Z - Rambling time

Okay if you've gotten this far down I admire your attention span lol thanks. I don't really have all that much to say that is concrete and comprehensible but I am thinking of PruMano and of warm days by the Mediterranean Sea and skies later lit in vivid shades of red and orange as the hot sun sets and the cities come to life. I am also thinking about them cuddling, which I do quite a lot.

Anyway that was all for me bye

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butmakeitgayblog · 1 month

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Sorry, I really thought about typing out the whole name but then I was like “Nahhhhh… they’ll get it.” 😬 I wrote a piece of fiction for March 3rd this year that I liked, but I think I’d have trouble with a longer story but honestly your encouragement might be enough to get me to try! Another fic idea I had was a sort of Anya Likes Clarke But Clarke Is Too Busy Trying To Get Her People Out Of Mount Weather To Notice triangle, where Anya lives and gets to introduce Clarke to Lexa and both grounders are 100% smitten with Clarke, cause let’s be honest, I think if it was given time to develop, it might’ve happened. The angst that would play out when Lexa chooses to betray Clarke would just be.. mmmmph *chefs kiss*. Anya torn between her duty to her commander and former seken, and between the sky girl that had quickly made a crash landing into the deepest parts of her heart. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% Clexa trash, and only Clexa trash, but I do like seeing the could-be relationships for Clarke played out. Like Princess Mechanic, or Octavia x Clarke (I don’t know if there’s a specific name for that), or Anya x Clarke. Hell, I even saw a short one shot once for an Echo x Clarke and that was interesting as hell to read.

Not to ramble too much but on this idea there’s another great one where Lexa is trapped in the mountain and gets rescued by Clarke instead of Anya. Doesn’t make the most sense, seeing as Mount Weather would not be dumb enough or have such a lack of info that they wouldn’t know who they had, but you need suspension of disbelief with all these things, okay? That one is just more one shot material but it gives us a chance to develop things between the two rather quickly, as it shows Lexa right away that Clarke is loving and amazing and that Skaikru is different from the maunon.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN YOUR INBOX. I have like a whole folder full of fic ideas in my notes that I don’t think I could pursue even if I spent nothing but the rest of my life going at it 😂

First of all, don't ever apologize for going off in my inbox. It's fine bby it's what it's there for!

Second,

Ok i sat with this for a few days because I really wanted to roll it over in my mind, and I have to just be honest. I am not the target demographic for this fic 😅

Now I'm definitely not shitting on your idea or even the want for this pairing or dynamic! So don't take it as that! I guarantee there are people who would eat this fic tf up ok

But for me personally, I just... I can't get down man. I can't. Because here's the thing, I have a hard time seeing Anya (specifically canon Anya) as anything other than a motherly/sisterly/mentor figure to Lexa. To the point I even wrote about it in my own canon fic that's coming. It's just something that's deeply embedded in my brain - Anya and Lexa are more like family than anything. More specifically, Anya is a kind of maternal figure, if not a hard-nosed older sister type situation.

So for me something like this causes a lot of narrative problems because I have a hard time finding a way to plausibly have it that Anya would ever knowingly go after someone Lexa was interested in. Lexa already had soooo few people in her life that were just there to support her and who she was allowed to love - which I think she did love Anya, her reaction to finding out Anya had been killed was devastation when you filter it through the hardened mask of Heda. So I have a hard time reconciling the idea of having one of those few people compete against her for a love interest. I have a hard time believing Anya wouldn't have seen immediately that Lexa was developing feelings. And when she did see that, I don't see her then ever entertaining the idea of possibly getting in between Lexa and this girl who had captured Lexa's attention.

I just don't think Anya would ever do that. Not only because of her respect for Lexa as Heda, but her respect and love for Lexa as Lexa

Also, and this is a big ALSO in the whole thing for me, going along with the idea of Anya being a motherly/sisterly/mentor figure, I just don't see Anya seeing Clarke as attractive or a viable lover interest. I mean she practically raised Lexa right? That's basically fanon lore at this point. And the thing is.... Clarke is younger than Lexa. By a few years

I just, I can't imagine Anya seeing someone younger than Lexa and not being like, "Ok well that is a fucking fetus. Who gave a toddler a handgun. 🤨"

#anon #*anya pointing to clarke when she walks into Lexa's tent* whose goddamn white baby is that?#clexa #anya kom trikru

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pockysquirrel · 2 months

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You have in fact been saved from having to think about our beloved nemesis Inoue because I just remembered something older:

Hongo/Ichimonji, OG and Shin versions, compare and contrast? (And any other versions you happen to have encountered)

(Also totally agree Kaguragi-shipping contains unexplored possibilities, as much as I love his backstabbing games with Racles. Himeno, Rita and Jeramie would all be very strong dynamics)

(I'm glad you're doing this ask thing because it's fun chatting to you, disabled replies etc (which to be clear--very sensible in this hell world) would normally mean bombarding you with more asks would be the only way of directly replying haha)

OH MAN I AM FAILING AT TUMBLR

I read this and couldn't figure out why you couldn't reply...the problem was, evidently, we weren't mutuals. Do I know why? Nope. 🤦 Anyway, fixed that and adjusted my settings, because I do like replies, just not from randos.

ANYWAY!

All forms of Hongo/Ichimonji are valid and good! It makes sense and I am compelled by it! I am QUITE compelled by it. But you asked for more analysis and I can't do that while actively drooling, so let's mop up and proceed.

The KR71 version of the pairing, true originators of love in the 1970s, are one of those ships (and these are among my favorite kinds) that gives you a lot to think about in relatively little content. It's not often you get both Riders in the same place at the same time, but when you do, it instantly feels like a big deal. Obviously because it signals that the stakes are rising in the story, but also because, IMO, of the chemistry they have with each other. I point out the coin flip scene in the Sakurajima arc as an obvious example, but there are more.

Then I found out they have a canonical telepathic bond and basically catapulted into full fandom mode. There really are few things more intimate than the ability to touch minds.

And speaking of the types of weird intimacy you can only find in genre fiction, I must of course mention the manga, and one page thereof that has lived rent-free in my brain since the day I read it. The characterization is different here - for Ichimonji in particular - and it affects how they relate to each other in a way I don't care for as much. But come on. These guys got to share a body! Their minds joined together, all of their senses experienced as one! And that's incredibly sexy! (I wrote fic about that. And it takes A Lot for me to be into something enough to surpass my hangups and write smut.)

Which brings me to Shin, and the literal flailing meltdown I had in the movie theater when I saw my favorite manga page replicated in exact detail. These poor guys. They both wear their emotional wounds much more openly than their 71 counterparts, but they are also much more visibly healed by each other. This version I think offers the best example of how much of a relief it can be to find someone who shares your experiences, your pain, and to realize you aren't alone.

I love Shin KR dearly, wouldn't change a thing, so this is much more me lamenting the constraints of a feature film format than it is an actual complaint. I wish we had more time to see the Double Riders getting to know each other. But hey, that leaves plenty of room for fic, and I am more than good with that.

I've seen First/Next twice now and my brain still tries to pretend those movies don't exist most of the time. We'll leave it at that.

#ship it #ship it good #this is a lot of words #probably one of those topics i could have written an actual term paper on if i were still in my 20s #but im not so you'll have to settle for brainspew #seriously thank you for asking me this #kamen rider #kamen rider 1971 #shin kamen rider #do these guys have a ship tag?#fuck it we ball

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How about relationship headcanons/ideas? How would they treat one another? What if one gets sick? What if a 3-sum idea comes up, how would they react? Would they have an open or closed relationship? That kind of stuff! (you can also throw in headcanons for both individually if you have the space, I'm curious ^^)

OH THIS IS SO FUN-

Let's do it.

Relationship HCs:

- How do they treat one another?

They're best friends, always have been. Nothing much changes on that dynamic. I think Kon likes to tease indefinitely, and Bart likes to act innocent when he knows he's not. They banter as friends, and play video games at 3 AM too. I also personally think Kon has a softer spot for Bart himself, whereas with others it's his cocky/slick and cool jock persona. Same for Bart, as Bart himself is *not very nice* in the Impulse comics.

- What happens if one gets sick?

Speaking to the fact that Kryptonians can't get human illnesses, allergies, and ailments, let's say Bart gets sick. He's down with strep throat. Kon goes balls to the walls, he speed googles how to cure strep throat whilst panicking because he does not know how to deal with human sickness, and Bart is just in bed like, "what." Kon would absolutely make every remedy possible, and he'd take him to the doctors like Bart's dying or something. Once Bart tells him that no, he's not dying, Kon calms down a little.

- Threesomes?

This goes into my personal individual HCs for them, but I don't think either of them would be shocked. In fact I think that personally, they wouldn't turn it down at most notions. Kon's got the hormones of a teenage boy, and Bart can keep up with it. They both have crushes outside of eachother that they'd be fine with fucking in one another's company as well.

- Open or closed relationship?

I guess this one can depend on what dynamic I'm finding with them. Because Kon is very loyal as a person, as is Bart. So if they were in agreement of monogamy, then that's it. I think they'd keep that promise. If they weren't? I damn well know Kon would be the kind to fuck around, but Bart would still be his main person. His main partner and lover. Same for Bart to Kon, he'd have relationships outside of theirs, but his and Kon's is his main priority. They both feel like the kinds of the people that can't be tied down, and that would reflect in their relationship and relation to sex and things.

- Three-Way pairs?

TimBartKon. They're all very close and kind to my heart. <3

- Who Tops?

I'd say Kon tops more often, but they switch on occasions. Sometimes Bart needs to let off some steam in, other ways. ;)

Random other Relationship HCs

- They gossip about other people with eachothwr and they are BITCHES about it because they're both brash as hell.

- The 90s slang in their convos is WILD.

- Their dancing together is half insane because they use their powers a lot of the time. And it's just limbs all over.

- They have NO shame about anything, ever. No filters for sex, none for obscene jokes, nothing. Not even in public.

- They start food fights with eachother and they are METICULOUS.

- They compare eachother to fictional characters all the time.

- They share the most cryptically funny taste in memes. Regularly Whip n Nae Nae at eachother around the room.

- Kon took Bart's V-card. :)

- Size Kink

- Bart calls Kon squishy all the time.

- They share one brain cell when doing stupid things

- Kon treats Bart as his fashion doll because otherwise Bart will dress like Adam Sandler

- They have Water Guns if ever in a shared living space, and constantly spray eachother with them

- Bart constantly wants uppies

Individual HCs:

Kon (NSFW ahead)

- Sexual Deviance is in his NATURE. Literally lost his virginity at the age of, what? 15? 16? Basically after he was born and got with Knockout. He is a boy in every aspect but sex when he was first introduced in his comics.

- To add to that, he is an open book of sex, but my HC reasons for that are depraved and disturbing (talk Lex Luthor and being, "inappropriate" to minors, dm for more info on THAT)

- I'd like to say he often has hook ups with, many different crowds. Like the road trip arc with the party animals and orgies/hookups of various sizes of people. He's into some freaky shit.

- Canonically has a thing for his cousins, so I insist upon it.

- Regularly also bangs aliens!

- Hates hot chocolate for no reason in particular.

- Has slept with most of his teammates and/or villians (if not them all)

- Likes mint chocolate chip

- Smells of vaguely fruity and floral cologne, but also luxurious and leathery all at once

- Never leaves without his sunglasses

- OBSESSED with playboy. Has bunny earrings and a full bunny suit in storage. Wears their merchandise constantly.

- Listens to the wackiest amalgamation of music of different genres

- Has his tounge pierced from years in hawaii.

- Frequently visited sex clubs in Hawaii (whilst still figuring his shit out)

- Chews gum almost constantly (usually pink, blows bubbles so much its annoying)

- Had sex with most members of the batfamily.

- Has a magic cross piercing. ;)

- The strongest member of the super family (fight me)

- Says he's a slut for everything (arrowhead water, KFC, sushi, Mac n Cheese, lobster tails, redbull, sun chips, etc.)

- Absolutely has a pair of crust pants but they're white

- Loves furbies

- Fidgets with anything in sight.

- Actually insanely smart (LEX LUTHOR GENES)

- Bedazzled himself once

- Has definitely eaten tide pods like gushers (won't kill him, right?)

- Likes restraints. ;)

- "Self pleasure is love, self pleasure is life"

- Sometimes Intersex (SOMETIMES I HC HIM AS INTERSEX (KRYPTONIAN BIOLOGY), SOMETIMES I HC HIM AS CIS)

- Is definitely a partial country boy after living with the Kents.

- Spends too much time on Rule 34

- Would throw a building at the right person with no hesitation

- Body claim is Ross Lynch

- Doesn't sleep much

- Has a Lexcorp branding on his lower back

- Hoards sex toys like the plagues are coming (he has so fucking many)

- Pansexual

- Etc. (I have more I just can't remember them rn-)

Bart

- Dies a little inside every time someone calls him crazy

- Has a high sex drive because Speedster Things

- Stamina is through the roof

- Talks so fast sometimes that the words are blurred together

- "tIMDIDYOUHEARMEILOVEPEACETEA-"

- Is not a very patient person

- Brat to the highest degree

- Drools in his sleep

- His music taste is the most cursed shit in humanity's history

- Has a hard time communicating because he grew up in VR

- Comes up with the FUNNIEST insults possible

- Demisexual

- Unsure of gender identity

- Vibrates when overstimulated (Often)

- Gives every person he knows a nickname

- Likes spicy food

- Regularly travels to Japan for convenient store snacks in specific

- Breaks out into musical theatre at random

- Also fucked most of his teammates

- More attracted to masc presenting then fem presenting

- Floofy ass hair for days

- Technology genius (everyone says he's not until they see it)

- Eats (licks) sea salt licks

- Has PICA

- Uploads cryptic photos to the group chat at 3 AM

- Bottoms more than he tops

- Socially inept

- FRECKLES EVERYWHERE

- A very good artist (fight. me.)

- Not a fan of history

- Once tried to get Tim to ride his red board connected to him by rope whilst he sped across central city

- Gets MAD when people don't say hi to Dox (thy dog named Dox)

- Once introduced Cassandra Cain to heelys and had to hear the batfam complain about it for months

- Comes quickly after becoming aroused (a teenager SPEEDSTER? CMON YALL)

- Says the weirdest philosophical theory at random with friends and then acts like nothing happened

- LOUD. BOYS A SCREAMER IN BED.

- Plays the ukulele

- ETC. (ITS 2 AM PLEASE)

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