I’m Not Looking For Absolution,

Waiter!! Waiter !! More men in lingerie !!

They should make maid cafes for people with priest kinks

Monster fucker this, monster fucker that. What if I want a monster RELATIONSHIP huh?! Monster HAND HOLDING, monster INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS, monster COMFORTABLE SILENCE??

thinking about having my body worshipped by by a priest, cooing in my ear as he fucks me, telling me how divine I am, how god must truly have made me in his image because he’s never seen anything as holy and godlike as me before

I haven't been here in a minute, quickly amending that. Thinking about Fritz slipping into speaking German during moments of heavier emotional weight. I feel like we already see that in moments of stress in Emesis Blue, but I want to dig deeper into that for a second and just flat out look into the potential horny aspect of it.

There is a part of me that thinks about Fritz crooning praises and prayers of worship in German in some instances where he's close to his release, so caught in the overwhelming rush of pleasure that floods him, and PLEASE. PLEASE.

God i know medic and fritz slipping into german when close to release is such a common headcanon but it doesn't make it any less hotter

i hear the voices of angels and gods and they tell me that dry humping and making out is the only way of salvation. so. i guess we better get on that

my favourite tumblr phenomenon

ALSO. Me again. I sent the “I need to ride Fritz Ludwig” ask too but I failed to mention that what sparked that want in the first place was (quietly, I only really noticed this instance after my second rewatch) when we see him wake up at his desk; something about the lighting, the thought of, in another sort of scenario, either you riding him in his chair haloed by the moonlight, or you sitting on top of his desk while he kneels before you and takes you in his mouth.

The BIGGEST thing that sparked the realization was on my first rewatch when I got to the elevator scene. I both am and am not sorry, but genuinely there’s something to the thought of riding him in the elevator that always gets me, the dim flickering light shrouding you.

okay i havent thought of the elevator scene that way but honestly the way he was posing in it...

why did he have to look hot when in distress-

I love the imagery of a man who’s been freshly ravished. His shirt half-buttoned and his clothes in disarray. His neck speckled with lipstick stains. His hair a bedridden mess from fingers and pillows. His legs shaking as he stumbles from the bedroom, flushed in the face.