18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, filming, m. masturbation, rough sex, light asphyxiation.
loser, college!könig returns with his gf that has an onlyfans.
at first he wants nothing to do with it, says that he doesn't need anyone recognizing him but he's more than happy to support you from a distance. meaning— watching your videos on the off chance that you're staying the night at your own dorm and he misses you. he gets the unedited version, gets to see all the little bits and giggles you cut out.
all the times you accidentally moan his name because you just cant help it. he’s always running through your mind.
every time he indulges in your content, he finds his mind racing. wondering if it really would be fun if he joined you on camera, for starters… then his thoughts drift off somewhere darker, falling for the notion that your audience doesn’t even know that he owns every part of you. it makes him grit out curses. prompts him fuck his own fist even harder, going from a lazy push and pull of his strong hips to an angry pace, while imagining that your sobs and hiccups of pleasure are bouncing off of the walls. even though your cunt feels devastatingly better than his hand— there’s no faking that.
shamefully, he lets these thoughts fester. he’s not sure if there will be a boiling point. because after all he lets you do whatever you please. you’re able to make him forget everything with a few sweet kisses, but this. it lingers in his mind even during the most innocent moments, and comes to the forefront during the nastiest. like when he has your face smooshed into one of the couch cushions, nearly suffocating you, but the slight lack of oxygen makes everything feel better. you don’t mind admitting that. you’re clawing at everything and anything you can reach pathetically; the arm of the couch, könig’s beefy forearms as they cage you in.
you babble every time his cock plunges into you. i love you— i love you, koko. it makes him feel insane. high, even. especially when you prop yourself up on your knees beneath him, making it easier for him to fuck you stupid. he chokes on a groan, thinking as carefully as he can about his next few words, “wanna show them how much you love me?”
them? it takes you a painful second, before it all clicks. your cunt squeezes around him at the idea, nearly cumming right then and there before you two can even start recording. you’re nodding furiously and drooling out your pleas, and könig still has enough of his brain left to laugh breathily and prop one of your phones up for the first of many times.
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random but i was just thinking about how my roommate (hes also my best friend of over 10 years so the trust lvl is almost as high as to my sister) managed to ease me into liking a food that i connected with childhood trauma for years -- it makes me think of kaveh def having haithams trust like that as well, like. i just can see it so well how the scribe immediately shoots anyone down who offers him a plate of smth he absolutely dislikes bc he tried it once and it upset him. kaveh tho? kaveh is respectful of haithams dislikes ofc but one day hes munching away at smth he prepared for himself and mindlessly offers haitham some and he tries it without a fuss and you can see him freeze for a second, both of them mildly surprised and even more so when haitham goes "its good"
in short, haitham refuses any foods he doesnt like regarding taste or texture but when kaveh offers him to try hes willing to do so bc he trusts kaveh sm (in most matters) and ends up liking it bc the way kaveh prepares it makes it bearable
(when theyre out for dinner and kaveh offers him some there, haitham refuses again bc he only eats it when kaveh cooks it)
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I really enjoyed your latest fic, sever the blight! But what really fascinates me are those nutrient cubes. What do you hc them being made out of? I remember in the fic someone mentioning them tasting fishy? And thinking about the r&d work that went into developing them is making my brain turn! Just Bruce developing a way to process, cook, and package the cubes, AS WELL AS running shelf life studies on them (I know he would, he's the type to run a 2+ year shelf life study, he would be that thorough). And the thought and care that went into making those cubes might be another way of Bruce showing that he cares for his children (in his weird way). If they get stuck/trapped somewhere for a long period of time, he's going to make sure he has a reliable, (somewhat) healthy, and safe food source for his kids until help comes.
Again, excellent fic!
Ahh thank you for asking about those! I think I wrote them that way half because I've been reading too much Star Wars fic and half because I'm a weightlifter about to go into another cut, so I've been thinking a lot about optimal nutrition.
My (admittedly non-expert) hc for the cubes was that they were made of complete proteins, omega 3's (hence the slightly fishy smell Clark notes) and some essential vitamins, while being as calorically dense and compact as possible. You need protein, calories, and fat for the fat-soluble vitamins, and you need it to be small, essentially.
Bruce's cubes kind of tell us several things about him:
He keeps more than a month's worth of calories in his belt at any time
He keeps those calories in a form that his children or other humans can consume
He knows the exact nutritional value of each cube and has a plan already reviewed to ration them, if needed
He knows how long he himself can go without the cubes before experiencing a go/no go point
He has, like you pointed out, tested these cubes to the point of perfection. They are optimized for both maximum output and minimal use of space.
The fact that the boys are used to the cubes, as Clark notes, means Bruce has fed them the cubes before. Either on missions, as snacks, or something else. Testing, perhaps?
He has, either intentionally or somewhat intentionally, designed the cubes to fulfill multiple nutritional needs. i.e., those of teens, growing children, adults, and adults with metahuman or enhanced abilities.
Bruce has likely experienced a time, or several times, when food has been scarce or when carrying optimal nutrition while fighting has been difficult.
You're exactly right -- there's always going to be a safe, bioavailable source of optimal nutrition for him and/or his kids within his belt at any given time. If he's alive, or they have his belt, they're safe for at least a few weeks.
It's a small cube, and his kids barely blink at it. But there's a whole world of care, service, and love wrapped up in that tiny little fishy protein cube.
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