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bivht · 3 months

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Astrology Observations

😎Virgo moons are polite and respectful until you cross their boundaries. But people accuse them of being rude even when THEY were the ones put in a super uncomfortable situation

😎Aquarius and sagittarius placements are free-spirited. You tell them to do something and suddenly it’s an obligation rather than a choice and they don’t want to do it anymore lmao

😎Cancer risings and their low-key unhealthy relationship with food :0

😎Taurus is branded as the foodie of the zodiac but I think Sagittarius is the ultimate foodie

😎I like to see the moon sign as who a person is at their core. And the moon sign in your mercury persona chart is very insightful to how you express yourself.

for example:

Aries moon- expresses themselves passionately, perseverant, doesn’t give up easily, likes to keep things tidy, hard working

Taurus moon- sweet and charming way of talking, logical, doesn’t like believe anything without concrete evidence, self care, words of affirmation, has definitive personal boundaries

Gemini moon- domicile (home sign), real sweet talkers, witty, critical thinking skills on point, charmers, know how to talk themselves out of a situation, scatterbrained

Cancer moon- sweet, will remember your birthday, wants to include everyone, confused easily

Leo moon- humorous, dramatic af, will spread love to whoever gives them attention, gives their love to everyone

Virgo moon- domicile, polite, respectful, knows how to remain professional in awkward situations, hates the feeling of being stuffed full?? 7/10 full is sufficient for them, due to this they’re usually slim, “perfect” self expression, neat and tidy, expresses gratitude for every tiny thing, eats slowly, critical thinking on point, extremely private (esp. about relationships)

Libra moon- diplomatic, likes to agree, charming, soft and sweet but also vengeful, avoids confrontation, talks shit behind backs instead of addressing issue directly with person

Scorpio moon- opinionated, probably a coffee addict, death stares at people they dislike, private but not the same as virgo, virgos tell you things but won’t go into detail, scorpios just won’t tell you. so fiercely loyal, their charm is fatal

Sagittarius moon (detriment)- happy, seems like they’re always having fun, don’t take themselves too seriously, charmers, funny facial expressions, stuff themselves full. they DEVOUR food, tendency to overindulge so can be chubby cheeked, struggle to articulate themselves in a professional manner, hates being nagged, lacks critical thinking, they get bored easily so consistency is an ongoing struggle

Capricorn moon- logical, down to earth, realistic, charming, articulate, their smart little jokes, a bit reluctant to try new things but they will, loves feeling in control (more than anyone else), really patient, consistency is key

Aquarius moon- they talk in a very self-important way, very recognisable tone of voice, an intellectual, research whore, likes to share their found knowledge with people, lecture people

Pisces moon (detriment)- ehhem OVERSHARER to the T, silly humour, a bit unreasonable as they don’t follow logic, poor critical thinking skills, either super empathetic or lacks any empathy

😎More of an assumption but Leo+Virgo (and/or taurus)= hating slimy and mushy textures like eggplant, okra, durian

😎Chiron in the 6h can be obsessed with hygiene and cleanliness. My brother has this and he will not eat from the same spoon or drink from the same straw as anyone else, not even his own mother. He’s criticized and scolded by his mother because of this

😎A mother with 10h mercury is scrutinizing their childrens’ speaking abilities and how they interact with people in public

😎Aries mars has a fit looking body

😎People with sun 1h in the mars persona chart can seem really athletic

😎Sometimes individuals with neptune hard aspects (esp. square) are accused of having a mental illness (bullied)

😎Mars square neptune is a really anxious placement. Their panic is so clear on their face. They get really nervous about things more than others. Their intentions are confusing and people find it hard to figure out what your intentions for your actions are

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moongreenlight · 3 months

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Said my piece about stalker!soap but how could I forget stalker ex boyfriend!ghost????????????!

Cw: Creepy crawler behavior. Stalking. Breaking in.

Maybe you should stop listening to true crime podcasts at work.

It feels entirely silly. You’re surely working yourself up over nothing, but some mornings you wake up and have to explain-away the way that your toothbrush is in the wrong spot or that there’s a lunch packed in the fridge that you can’t remember putting together yourself. There’s pictures on your phone that look like your dark bedroom that you’re pretty sure you didn’t take yourself. Maybe you accidentally took it on the way to bed? While you were getting up to use the bathroom?

You talk yourself blue in the face explaining it away well enough that you convince yourself your flat must be haunted. It seems almost logical? Better than any of the alternatives you can come up with if nothing else.

You live with the infrequent tweaks and changes to your surroundings. Lights on you shut off. Doors open you left closed. Your laptop charger going missing when you were certain you left it on the desk.

You almost go so far as to get a motion-activated light to plug into the outlet by your bedroom door, but you convince yourself against it after wandering the aisles of a drugstore with it in your cart long enough for an employee to start following you around. You toss it back on the wrong shelf and buy a packet of sweets you won’t eat in an attempt to not look like you were casing the joint.

But then it picks up. Gets more serious. Windows being opened while you sleep. Strange creaking of floorboards that are too loud to be the building settling. Your bed being made when you get back from an outing you had to rush out the door for. Massive men’s sweaters showing up in your in-unit dryer. The trash being emptied while you were at work. It gets so bad that you stop staying at home because it’s simply too creepy.

It’s the kind of fear that settles in the craggy parts of your brain. Seems silly if you think about it too hard the same way being scared of the dark in your closet after watching a horror movie does. Being scared of a potentially haunted apartment doesn’t really convey the severity of the situation when you try and talk about it with people.

You stay with friends. Couch surf as long as you can until you cannot possibly force people to take you in any longer. And when you’ve exhausted all other options, you find yourself texting Ghost for the first time in months.

Hey.

It’s hours before he responds. Not unusual. And instead of him texting back, you see a phone call block out the video you’re watching on your phone from a very well-lit spot in the living room. Also not unusual.

You pick up, but it takes you a few seconds to choke out words around the sudden lump in your throat.

“Forget how to answer the phone?”

He sounds irritated -again- not unusual.

It’s quiet where he is. Sounds like maybe he’s in a smaller space. His bedroom or his car? Though you couldn’t imagine him out at this hour of the night.

“Sorry. No. I- sorry.”

Shifting from his end. The static of fabric brushing past the microphone. A hefty sigh.

“Sorry.”

“You said.”

“Uh- I don’t really know how to ask you this, it’s- silly. I don’t know. Are you- um- busy?”

“S’half one in the morning.”

“It was a better time when I texted.”

It’s hard not to snark at him.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean no. I’m not busy.”

You’d love nothing more than to hang up on him, but you stayed up the entire two nights before because you couldn’t find anyone to come stay with you and you were getting desperate.

“Could you come over?”

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ot3 · 1 year

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What Is ORV?

The number one question I get asked on this blog, now answered better than ever. Today I am going to formally introduce you to Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

To start off this recommendation: ORV might very well be my favorite thing I've read. Ever. If I could only reread one thing for the rest of my life it'd be this webnovel.

My elevator pitch is this: something with the cosmic-scale goofy video game nonsense and intricate setting comparable to Homestuck in its prime, paired with the deft emotional poignancy and emotionally-driven fights of Mob Psycho 100, topped off with the sort of compassionate and heartwrenching metanarrative of Undertale.

ORV is a love letter to it's own readers. ORV revels in the joy of losing yourself in fiction, even when it's the kind of fiction that tends to be considered lowbrow or worthless. It's something that dances the delicate line between recognizing the difficult nature of using media as escapism without condemning it. I've rarely seen anything else that accomplishes everything it sets out to do in its narrative with such remarkable precision. Frankly if you're reading a tumblr media recommendation post in 2023, I can almost guarantee ORV has the kind of meat you're looking for in a narrative, whatever that may be.

The story follow the antics of protagonist Kim Dokja, a 28 year old office worker on an expiring contract, whose only real joy in life is reading his favorite massively long and massively boring webnovel. One day, the novel’s events - worldwide deathmatches aired for the entertainment of mysterious higher beings called ‘constellations’ - begin playing out in reality in a sort of reverse-isekai. Kim Dokja, the only longterm reader of this webnovel, finds himself uniquely poised to succeed based on the advantages given to him by his knowledge of future events, but the webnovel’s actual protagonist, Yoo Jonghyuk, is a violent monster who will stop at absolutely nothing to complete his goals, no matter the cost to anyone else. Kim Dokja finds himself in a delicate dance of guiding the events of the story to play out more favorably than the version he read while trying to avoid being massacred in the fallout, all while trying to see it through to the story’s end.

Below the cut I'll go into a more in-depth (but non-spoilery) explanation of what exactly makes ORV so unique and worthwhile, and what you're in for if you choose to read it.

Clocking in at 550 chapters, and over 1.3 million words in English, ORV may seem incredibly daunting to dip your toes into, but I assure you it's worth every moment. I would read 1.3 million more words if they had them for me. Here are some things about ORV I consider to be selling points, not necessarily in any particular order:

The tone. Its funny, for starters. It is extremely funny, which is very high up on my media priority list. In ORV, there will be incredibly grim things that make you laugh, and incredibly cringe and silly anime bullshit that will hurt you as heavily as any other media you’ve seen. I always love this kind of tonal whiplash when it's well executed, and ORV probably executes it better than anything else I've seen to date.

It’s got fun and fascinating worldbuilding mechanics. the core concept being ‘reality now operates on the rules of a shitty novel’ means that the worldbuilding doesn’t have to function logically, it functions thematically. It’s explicitly stated in ORV canon that some of the internal rules governing this new reality are objectively really stupid and illogical, but they just have to roll with it because that’s what was in the book, and i think it’s a really enjoyable way to do it. This may at first sound like a copout to excuse bad worldbuilding, but I promise it isn’t. The worldbuilding is actually incredibly deeply thought out, but it doesn’t exist for the sake of rational function, it exists for the sake of furthering orv’s thematic arcs. The rules by which this universe operate do a magnificent job of strengthening the core concepts the authors are exploring.

It plays with the trappings of isekai/litrpg in a really thoughtful way. These are genres I'm not super familiar with, so I can't comment on this point too heavily, but with my limited knowledge ORV feels a lot less of a deconstruction of it's genre and more of a celebration/interrogation of it. Despite that, it's still accessible to readers such as myself who are not super familiar with these genre conventions.

It deals with morality in a really wonderful and nuanced way. there are almost no characters in ORV’s extremely large cast who are just explicitly morally condemnable, and almost every conflict allows you to understand exactly why the antagonists believe they’re in the right by opposing the actions of our protagonists. The central conflicts are never pure right and pure wrong; they’re always about contrasting goals, conflicting worldviews, and different priorities between ends and means. this makes the conflicts all feel so much more dynamic and engaging than those where the only stakes are physical harm.

The characters interpersonal relationships are some of the most interesting I've ever seen. ORV is very slow burn and it takes a long time for a lot of these to come out of the woodwork, by design, but by god once they do they fucking hit. Similar to the plot conflicts, the interpersonal conflicts also almost never occur where there’s one side clearly in the wrong. The characters are almost all genuinely attempting to do their best by each other, and the tension comes from the ways in which human communication is fundamentally imperfect and part of our feelings and intentions get lost in translation. it’s very heartwrenching and heartwarming to see unfold, in equal measure.

Following from that, it’s a narrative that really meaningfully prioritizes non-romantic relationships over romantic ones as the central focus. Orv is about love, but not about romance. Obviously there’s shipbait and the ot3 is real and good and my friend but if you’re looking for deep complex platonic, (found or otherwise) familial, and antagonistic relationships that never get ruined with forced romantic arcs, we got em baby!

The pacing is unlike anything i’ve ever seen before. from a purely technical standpoint, it is genuinely a fascinating case study in how to execute a narrative that is almost constantly escalating without exception. there is very little downtime or breathing room in orv, which is insane for something that clocks in at over a million words, and somehow, it still works. i’ve never felt more like a frog in a pot of slowly boiling water than i did when i was reading orv and i can’t believe they pulled it off. it’s so interesting to read something like that.

It is a tragedy without resorting to cynicism and a very adult narrative that’s really steeped in childlike wonder. I’m a big fan of cartoons made for children. Cartoons made for children are some of my favorite things to watch, but of course children’s media will always be simplified and not very relatable to an adult audience. ORV is very much a serious and heavy adult narrative, and a deeply tragic one at that, but it never delves into torture porn. It’s a very compassionate piece of media overall, that holds a lot of reverence and sympathy for the ‘naive’ optimism of children that gets stripped down over time. if you, like me, feel more like a grown up child than an adult some days, I think it’ll hit for you.

It is extremely cathartic and meaningful. I am not exaggerating at all when I say that reading it gave me the closest thing I have ever felt to any sort of spiritual breakthrough. It helped unfuck my head a ton during some very grim times and i think the perspective it offers on the value of human life and our relationship to storytelling is a really really good one.

And if my word isn't enough, here's some reviews from satisfied customers. With that, I'll leave the rest to you, and hope you one day reach the end of the story.

#media recs #orv

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storiesandthingsofthatnature · 11 months

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Cradle Snatcher (Pt. 1)

Summary: You had told Leon that perhaps after he graduated from the police academy than maybe you would give him the time of day. You two have an age difference but it’s nothing too big. However it still weirds you out. But, with Leon Kennedy, can you really say no?

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Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x fem! reader (afab) Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap), breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly~), cream pie, pre-ejaculation, dom/sub dynamics lemme know if I missed anything! Disclaimer: MDNI!!! 18+ only! A/N: Hi there! So I’m very new to the RE fandom so please be nice to me uwu. Anyway, I’ve been reading a lot of dominant Leon and while that shit is nice I also feel like subby Leon is just as hot~ I hope that I did him justice. Like the title says this is pt. 1 so pt. 2 shall be out soon enough! :D If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms so just lmk! :D I may even make a post about my rules and such, idk. If I get enough of a following :3 Alrighty! Enjoy! :D

You had told Leon that when he had graduated from the police academy then perhaps you would give him the time of day. To be honest, you just felt like a cradle snatcher. Leon was about 5 years younger than you. He was 21 when he graduated and you were 26 and already a lieutenant in RPD. You didn’t want to have a relationship get in the way of work anyway but Leon was hellbent on making you see him as more than a new subordinate.

It all started when you were just the ripe age of 21 yourself. You were called to a high school to talk about RPD and how it may be a nice career choice for the young minds of Racoon high. Leon was one of the bright eyed students that sat right in the middle, his stare never leaving your silhouette as you talked about what could be expected on the job. After class, he had stopped you to ask a few questions. You were happy with his curiosity and answered all of his questions with fervor. You were a budding rookie yourself and anyone who was interested in the same subject that you held dear was a friend automatically.

Somehow he had wrangled your number out of you, saying that he would love to discuss further on possible internships and things of the like. It seemed like he was truly interested in policing and while that was true he was also very interested in you. Coupled with your beauty and passionate standing with justice and helping people, he couldn’t help but want to be sure that he had some way of keeping in contact with you.

However, he didn’t make a move until he was 18 and had just graduated high school. You two had interacted a lot since the first day, Leon following your shadow for “on-the-job” training and even studying on his own when he could. On the eve of his first day at the training academy, he confessed to you about how he felt. He was a blushing mess and he ran over his words a lot but it was probably the cutest confession that you ever had the pleasure of witnessing. It was full of pure innocence and a part of you wanted to ruin it~ But you stayed strong and gently let him down.

Again, you would feel like a cradle snatcher and while there was not that big of an age difference you still felt weird about it considering he had just graduated high school and was barely legal. But he was persistent, wanting to know the reason why. You couldn’t come up with a logical answer other than “You’re younger than me I��d feel weird.” And not wanting to lie to him you told him just that. He then started to ask if it would be because he was less experienced and that made you blush considering what that entailed. With a stutter you mutter a quick,”Maybe after you graduate.” And then quickly ran off to your office.

You really didn’t think that he would actually wait until he graduated to try again. You were sure that he would have found some cute rookie cop girl, to your dismay, and find happiness with them. However, when he invited you over to celebrate his graduation, you should have known something was off when it was just you. But you did not say anything as you two hung out and drank in celebration. Like the good boy he was, he hadn't drunk any alcohol until he was the legal age, you introducing him to new beverages and mixes.

After a few shots, Leon couldn’t help but try again. “Will you go on a date with me, [y/n]?” You choke on your drink, a part of you thinking that you should have seen this coming. But another had hoped that it wouldn’t happen. You cleared your throat of the froth,”Leon…” “I know what you’re going to say. That I’m too young for you but I think that’s absolute bullshit. I also know that it’s probably because I’m not all that experienced-” You sigh. “Leon, it’s not that-” “So let me prove to you that I can please you just as much, if not more, than any other guy you’ve been with. Use me.” You felt yourself go into cardiac arrest. He asked what now?! “Use…You?” Leon inched closer to you, eager to prove himself. “I can be your fuck toy.” He declared and you nearly passed out. “Leon.” His stare was stifling, filled with admiration and intent. “Please?” He asked, his fingers finding purchase on your thighs. “I know I can make you feel so good, just let me try?” He seemed to beg, his forehead coming to rest against yours. You audibly gulp. “Have you even been with anyone, Leon?” He gave a shy smile. “I’ve made out with a few girls but nothing more. Wanted to save myself for you.” He admitted and you have never felt so flattered.

You felt your resolve slipping away. Leon was a very handsome young man. You were sure that a lot of people would love to make him happy. But for some reason he wants you and you couldn’t understand why. “Why me?” You asked, your eyes resting on his lips. You licked your own and Leon’s pupils seemed to dilate at the sight. Leon gave a small laugh. “I could count the ways but I feel like we’d be here for a while and I really want you to fall apart on my tongue right now.” You gently push at him in play,”I’m serious.” He pulled back to look at you. “If I tell you, will you let me?” He was basically asking you if he had a chance and you just couldn’t say no to those beautiful, blue eyes.

You give in. “Fine.” You whisper and the giant smile that etched onto his face makes your heart swell. He was on you like glue, kisses eager and sloppy but you pushed him back gently. “Uh-uh, no reward until you tell me.” You gently laughed but you felt out of breath. His inexperienced kisses were enough to punch the air out of your lungs. Maybe you had it worse than you thought. He felt like whining but he kept it from bubbling out,”Your personality; from how passionate you are about your work to how motherly you are when you are amongst others that you have to look after.” He seemed to say that last bit fondly and that caught you off guard. “Motherly?” You wonder aloud and he nodded. “You handle people so well and in such a gentle way. It’s both nice and hot to see.” Well at least he was honest, you thought to yourself.

“Hot? How so?” You muse and you could tell that he was getting a little impatient. He wanted to touch you but you were going to see how long he could last before he snapped. His blush was heavy,”Do I really have to explain that part?” You hum,”Obviously, rookie. I’m very interested.” He gave a reluctant sigh,”You acting motherly…Makes me wonder how you would act if we had kids..” He admitted softly, you having no idea that this is what your Leon was thinking of you this whole time.

“Oh?” You ask with a glint in your eye. At first you weren’t really for this but now you were starting to get into it. Perhaps you had feelings for Leon that you hadn’t wanted to come to terms with. It’s just having him spill his heart out like this was moving and you couldn’t help the heat forming between your legs from his words. “Does my rookie want to make me a mommy?” You ask with a purr and Leon felt like he was about to explode from the embarrassment. You giggle at his reaction and cup his face in your hands to have him look at you. “Red looks nice on you.” You winked and he wanted to cup his face in his hands and groan.

While the idea of getting pregnant was definitely not a good idea for you right now, the thought of getting knocked up after this little encounter was enough to make you think twice on logistics. Well, if you had to make a “mistake” with anyone you feel like Leon would be the ideal partner. You find your way onto his lap, his expression turning surprised as you settle yourself over him. “[Y-y/n]?” You gently quiet him with a chaste kiss. “While I would love to learn more about how you feel about me, I can’t help but get riled up by that little imagination of yours.” You say and Leon audibly gulps. You place your arms across his shoulders, crossing your forearms behind him as you lean forward to brush your lips against his. “How about it, rookie? Wanna make me a mommy?” You whisper and Leon bucked his hips up against you.

“C…Can I?” His voice sounded hopeful, filled with pureness yet sticky with lust. You giggle and give a few languid kisses to which he shivered from. “As long as you don’t dip on me if you actually do end up getting me pregnant.” His hands found purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he said,”Never.” That was the most confident he had been all night and it made you stutter. “O..Okay. You better keep your word.” You gently joke but at the same time, hope that he truly meant what he said. You lean forward again to capture his lips with yours, Leon returning with fervor. He took your lead and found a place between your hips. He kept his hands against you like you were going to run away and you slid your fingers through his hair to massage his scalp to try and tell him otherwise. He sighed contently into your lips, hips beginning to grind against yours. “S-Sorry.” He whispered, feeling a little embarrassed by his behavior but you give a shake of your head. “No, baby, don’t be. Feel good?” You ask and he gives a fervent nod.

“Such a good boy.” You purr and he groans from your praise, his hips picking up in pace. You let out little moans of your own, wanting Leon to know that he was being so good for you and your sounds alone were enough to nearly make him cum in his pants. He stopped grinding suddenly, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to suppress his orgasm. “No, no no, that won’t do.” You say as you begin to grind down on him. “N-no, I’ll cum too soon.” He groaned and you hummed,”It’s not good to keep back your own pleasure. Besides, don’t you want me to see how good you look when you fall apart?” You say with a sly smile and he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “This was supposed to be the other way around….” He commented and you laughed.

“This is going to be your first time, right? Let me show you the ropes, rookie.” You say and you saw Leon visibly shiver. Suddenly, grinding was not enough for you and you fumble with the front of his jeans. He watches bashfully as you free him from his clothed restraints, his hot cock standing proudly against his shirt. You lick your lips at the sight. “Yes, I think this will do very nicely.” You tease and it was his turn to shove at you. You giggle as you wrap your hand around the base, a nice moan emanating from the back of Leon’s throat. “Hmmmm, let’s see~” You muse as you stroke him lazily, wondering just what you should do for his first time. Suck him off? That was tempting but didn’t he say that he wanted to be used?

“On your back, rookie.” You command and while he was a little confused he followed your instructions, you straddling his lap once more. “What are you-” “You want to be my fuck toy, right? Then be a good boy and lay there while I use your cock for my own pleasure, okay?” You say in a breathy voice and Leon was left in a stupefied state. “Yes, ma’am!” He practically squeaked out as he laid back against the cushions of the couch. You give a smile at him and begin to undo your own jeans. Slipping off both them and your panties in one go, the sight of slick connecting to the fabric made Leon’s hips buck up.

“Look what you did to me, rookie. Such a mess, huh?” You tease once more and Leon whines. “I’ll help clean up, ma’am. P-promise.” You hum in satisfaction and settle yourself over his tip. “Just one rule, okay? No touching - This is only for my pleasure, right?” You ask with a tilt of your head and Leon bit his bottom lip as he nodded. “Good~” And you slowly sank yourself down on him. Your head was thrown back as you were filled just right. God, past partners just couldn’t compare!

Meanwhile, Leon’s eyes had shut completely tight as a silent groan left his mouth. Fingers dug into the cushions below as you suddenly felt a hot gush of something within you. “Ohhh, baby, did you cum?” You wonder aloud and Leon wanted to die. “I-I can keep going! I p-promise-” He didn’t want to disappoint you, not like this and you shushed him with soft kisses. “Shhh, I know, my love. This pussy is just that good, huh?” You bite at his skin and heavy pants left Leon. “Mmmm, ‘s really good.” He managed to say, giving into the pleasure further now that he was sure that he hadn’t upset you.

Feeling a little merciful, you say,”Just let me know if it gets too much.” And you raise yourself once more, falling back down onto Leon as you feel his tip brushing the entrance of your womb. “Mmmm, such a good boy. Letting me use him like this~” You tease as you pick a rhythm that is both stimulating yet controlled. You knew that Leon was feeling oversensitive right now and if not careful you could actually hurt him and you could never do that to him. You were the one in control right now and that meant you had to be responsible. Make him feel valid even though he wants to be used like a toy.

He was very vocal with his pleasure, groans and moans leaving his throat as he tried his best to not grab at your hips. “[Y/N], please-””Aw, what is it baby? What do you need?” You ask in a sweet, saccharine voice. “Wanna t-touch you. Can I?” His fingers scratched at the fabric beneath him, itching to cause you even more pleasure. You hum in thought, hips gyrating instead of bouncing to tease Leon even more. “I dunno. Should I?” You ask with a lilt and Leon couldn’t refrain himself from letting out a frustrated moan. At that little display you tighten your walls and move in a way that makes both of you see stars.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Leon said in a hurry, your ego receiving a nice fluff from the sight underneath you. “Oh, alright.” As soon as you gave the go ahead, one hand found its way to your clit while the other reached underneath your shirt and bra in one go. “Ahhh, so eager~” You say with a small smile, his fingers hungry in their assault to bring you close to your own climax. “W-want to you cum on m-my cock.” Leon looked at you with blown out eyes, the once blue hue being taken over by the void of his pupils. “Yeah? Make me, rookie.” You challenge and he was happy to accept.

Even though his touches were that of a novice, it was still Leons’; warm, loving, seeking - it was more than enough to bring you near your orgasm. Your bounces become sloppy and you give your own whine to which Leon couldn’t help but smirk at. “Gonna cum soon.” You warn and Leon starts to meet your thrusts with his. “Mmmm, Me too.” He says with a slur,”Gonna cum in you again. Make you a mommy.” He promises against your skin as those words seemed to be what brought you completely over the edge. You let out a delicious cry of Leon’s name and coupled with the intense clamping down on his cock, Leon couldn’t stop himself from coming a second time. His hands found their way to your hips, pushing you down flush against his pelvis so that he could aim directly into your womb.

“Such a pretty girl. MY pretty girl. Gonna be so full with my kids, fuck-” He started to babble to himself, holding you against his chest as he released inside of you. The feeling of hot cum spilling into you was far more pleasant than you thought it would be. You felt nice and marked, full with Leon and the possibility of having a little one with him. It made your heart swell. You give a small giggle and lean back, looking Leon in the eyes. “Now then, want to try to take the lead for this next one, rookie?”

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re2 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #subby!leon #sub leon kennedy

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jounosparticles · 6 months

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reply to the tags of your reply to my previous ask: PLEASE RANT TO ME ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!!! i want to hear. they rot my brain too and im glad that i found someone who's also suffering the suegiku takeover

OKAYOKAY YAY!!!!! this will be fun >:)

a huge suegiku analysis:

okay in the last ask you mentioned how tetchou stabs jouno for fun and sillies and stuff which happened to make me think a lot about how tetchou acts decently different around jouno than others.

tetchou is typically rather formal in the way he acts in a way? as in he's very straightforward, generally composed and calm in his words, and polite to anyone he's dealing with.

an example of this is when he still treated the cafe owner kindly despite him being an "accessory to terrorism" in jouno's words.

basically, in most situations, he remains very composed. even when he's up to his sillier antics (like when he was watching ants or doing pushups during a meeting). he's direct and straight-faced almost always around most people. he doesn't act that way to be seen as silly, it's just who he is (and i love it).

i would imagine he could act this way for many reasons. it is most likely him being professional, likely as a reference to the irl tetchou who had samurai lineage; making him act with the tone and professionalism of samurai.

despite his professionalism, maybe he has difficulty being expressive around most people, or maybe he doesn't want to be expressive around people by choice.

but this is where he's different around jouno.

firstly, i'll talk about the times he's stabbed jouno. this has happened twice, and both were to de-escalate jouno from his tendancy to mentally torment people.

the wording in these panels implies this is a regular occurrence. which is a little funny to me hehe.

anyway, we see by the way that he acts around others that usually he de-escalates situations by talking first instead of acting. he will turn to violence if he believes it's needed, but typically he talks first. we see this when he confronts kenji verbally before attacking.

yet with jouno he doesn't bother to tell him to stop first, instead opting to jab him. remembering that the hunting dogs have enhanced physical strength, a small stab wound probably isn't a huge deal for them.

because of this i think the stabbings are tetchou partially teasing jouno. him messing around like that isn't something he does with anybody else but he seems to enjoy pissing off his partner.

also. stabbing him directly in the ass? gay as hell. jouno following up by saying "don't poke my ass every single time" implies that his ass specially gets jabbed a lot. hmmmm

anyways

another example of this is when tetchou smirks/chuckles at jouno insisting that he's the greatest hunting dog. the small laugh was most definitely to bother jouno.

mmmm theyre both so pretty.

once again, tetchou pushes aside his composed self and being intentionally silly only really happens towards jouno.

arguably, this can be shown again in the pushups scene.

tetchou acting unbothered and then calling jouno's weight "just right" while he continues to exercise seems like a combination of him trying to (jokingly) annoy jouno as well as his tendency to not acknowledge his own actions as bothersome or odd to others.

anyway to sum up this segment: tetchou is only seen intentionally bothering and teasing jouno and nobody else. he acts much differently towards others but seems to let his professional guard down around only his partner. this shows a great layer of trust and comfort between the two!

oh. but im not done talking about this. not at all.

the other huge display of emotions for tetchou was everything that went down with kenji.

as displayed throughout most of tetchou's appearances, he's incredibly justice-orientated. he has a tendancy to put justice above everything. here's a couple panels showing this:

ooog tetchou is so pretty. i love that left panel so much

using his own logic here, he should have went after bram after having found him. tetchou even admitted that, but there was one other thing more important to him than that. jouno.

starting here, this panel takes place after bram and aya escape. at this point, tetchou had assumed the agency was using bram to control people; meaning it wasn't just kenji he technically had business with at that time.

i will also preface this by saying the book's influence likely had an impact on tetchou attacking kenji before they could finish talking.

however, the book's writing didn't stop tetchou from insisting on finding jouno before taking down the agency. his worry towards jouno's whereabouts made him change his stance on justice as well as deterred him from prioritizing taking down the agency.

now that he's talking to kenji, i'd like to start it by showing that he seemed genuinely grateful and happy when kenji initially offered to help him find jouno.

as well in the anime, his eyes soften when kenji offers to help.

after talking to kenji for a brief moment, he opts to attack instead of continuing. this seems out of character for tetchou; he even apologized to kenji before saying he needs to find jouno as quickly as possible.

the fact that he apologized, combined with how we've seen him treat people in the past shows that this isn't typically what he resorts to.

also, in the anime we can see the gloss his eyes slightly shaking as he says this line, which could display worry, sadness, or anger towards whatever could be happening to his partner.

he seems almost distraught, which is a huge contrast to his typically-composed self.

and, of course; there's the fact that mid-fight tetchou had to tell kenji that jouno is a good person despite what people think.

he looks genuinely sad here, as if he's speaking from his heart. jouno has very-clearly put up a tough exterior that he uses around everyone, but tetchou goes out of his way to defend him even when he absolutely doesn't need to.

he could have stayed silent or just said he wants his coworker back, but he insisted on stating that jouno is a good person.

it's also important to note that nobody else tends to speak kindly of jouno, which puts a lot more depth on their closeness to each other. tetchou sees through jouno's words and actions and knows that he is heavily misunderstood.

and of course, we have tetchou directly saying that he will place jouno above justice despite knowing what the right course of action should have been.

he is putting jouno above the very thing he basis his career as well as his morality on. that's how worried he is. that's how much he cares.

and in this panel, we see he's extremely angry towards kenji's lack of response.

lets compare this to the first time tetchou fought the agency.

in chapter 61, when he was fighting the agency alongside jouno; he kept a more menacing/intimidating look as he attacked. when he was not attacking, he kept calm-looking despite being pissed off. compared to when he was fighting kenji in chapter 100 and looked infuriated. even the different fonts used for the dialogue puts further emphasis on this.

now, i'm going to jump ahead to the end of tetchou and kenji's fight. tetchou recognizes his mistake and asks kenji to kill him.

it's important to note that his reasoning as to why he should have chased justice was because he doesn't think jouno would have condoned his choice.

he specified it again, even opting to call jouno his friend. also note how white his eyes are here, meaning his intent was pure and he genuinely felt awful for misjudging what jouno would have wanted. he cares so much that he was asking to be killed for misunderstanding what was the correct course of action.

and then after kenji insists on helping him find jouno instead, he smiles in relief before the two pass out.

one last small note is that we've only ever seen tetchou smile three times throughout the manga so far, and all of them were mentioned here and involved jouno.

to sum it all up: tetchou, who is typically very composed and justice-orientated, is willing to throw aside his entire stance on justice for jouno. he lets his professional guard down around his friend, allowing them to tease each other and be silly as well, which he doesn't appear to do around others often. this shows that the two have a close bond and genuinely care so much about each other.

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as for jouno, i don't have as much to say however there definitely is a few things i'd like to touch on.

firstly, despite claiming to hate tetchou a lot, jouno still uses a respectful honourific (-san) whenever he refers to him. i'm not a japanese speaker so please feel free to correct me if i'm wrong but there's a good chance jouno would opt to not use an honorific at all if he genuinely detested tetchou as much as he claims.

and when it comes to teasing, jouno does it much more often than tetchou does (however he also messes with more people, it's just a personality difference between the two).

clearly with the way they act around each other, jouno does not actually hate tetchou. i think they like to bother each other by play-bullying.

also, noting on jouno's criminal past, he was given an easy oppurtunity to be thrown into the DoA where he could be incredibly powerful and would likely not face any consequences for his actions had he joined.

we know he declined fukuchi's offer because he found joy in saving innocent people. but i would the influence of the other hunting dogs helped set him into that place of mind. tetchou seems to be the one he works with most, so there's a good chance he takes a lot of inspiration from how tetchou handles justice.

another thing i noticed with jouno is that his displaying of emotions is almost an inverse of how tetchou acts. jouno keeps smiling a lot despite who he's speaking to. in contrast, he can keep a straight face when interacting with tetchou a lot.

of course, that could make it seem as if jouno is unhappy around tetchou, but i would argue it's the opposite.

some people will force a happy expression to appear unassuming or kind (or in a lot of jouno's cases, intimidating). so him allowing himself to maintain a straight face around tetchou could mean that he is comfortable enough around him to not feel the need to express everything. he doesn't need to keep his guard up around tetchou.

jouno almost always keeps a very happy or calm composure around enemies, likely as an intimidation factor. yet he allows himself to express frustration and annoyance around the hunting dogs in general, and most often with tetchou. i'd like to imagine this just shows his security in his partner.

jouno talking to an enemy, for reference ^ i also just really love this page hehe

the last thing i'll mention here is a lot of speculation on my behalf. however i think that jouno seems like the type to push away those close to him. i kind of perceived his supposed hatred towards tetchou to be a combination of joking around as well as possibly a defense mechanism to try and avoid keeping people close?

my main reason in stating that is that he's claimed to not like any of his coworkers yet still opts to not betray them and still works well with them. if he truly hated tetchou, he probably wouldn't allow them to work together. he likely says such things to avoid being liked too much, and these actions proved to work since tetchou acknowledged that everyone sees jouno as cold.

yet through all that tetchou still knew he was good despite the exterior, which makes them well-suited for each other.

anyways: i feel like these two really do treat each other much differently than they treat the other people around them. that puts a lot of emphasis on their bond and closeness in general. they can be silly around each other, they can get through arguments no problem, they make a great team, and clearly care about each other a ton! they mean so much to me <3

i love my sillies :)

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thedevilrisen · 5 months

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can you do a jack hughes imagine after a break up inspired by the song logical???

i love you’re writing

Sure thing angel!

-:-

Master manipulator

God, you're so good at what you do

Three dates and she was a goner.

His charming smile, charismatic, playful tone, gentleman like manner when he picked her up, dropped her off and was with her in public.

Jack Hughes was, in her opinion, destined to be her forever. After three dates turned into daily events, whether it be Netflix and chill, a fancy dinner or just a spontaneous late night drive. Three months in she met his family and when the season approached with an unsavory haste she made the bold move to follow him to Jersey.

Then it started.

And I'd put myself through hell for you

Hear all the rumors lately

That you always denied

Throughout the preseason, you were just naively learning the lay of the land. Jack being his usual charming self helped, he introduced you to the other wags and showed you around the city, he quelled your fears and held you while you cried about missing home.

Scared and quite frankly, alone in this new city you just continued following blindly.

Three weeks into the season, Jack had seemed to settle back into his habits. The good and the bad.

Partying most nights after wins, most you weren’t invited to go with him to. You always obeyed him, if he asked that you stayed home, you did. Even though this meant you spent most nights at home, crying yourself to sleep after scrolling through social media and seeing the various photos of Jack with other girls. Close enough with these girls that the tabloids were speculating about who he was dating.

How silly you were to trust him when he came home, kissed the tears off your cheeks when you confronted him about them and reassured you that you were the only one he wanted.

You mean all the words you said.

I’m sure that girl is really your friend.

“Jacky, talk to me. What’s going on, you barely talk to me anymore!” she had exclaimed in frustration after Jack had again stumbled in reeking of floral perfume and alcohol.

“What are - hic - you talking about, baby! We live together, it’s hard not to talk to each other!” he grinned dopily at her whilst toeing out of his shoes, shrugging off his jacket and stumbling towards her. “Let's go to bed, I’m tired!”

“Alright Jack.” she sighed disappointedly accepting his over the top embrace as he pulled her clumsily down the hallway to their shared bedroom.

“Hey Jack, could we talk about something really quickly please.” she called out into the hallway from the door frame of the bedroom.

“Yeah sure, but make it quick. I’m going to Nico’s for drinks and I need to leave soon.” he spoke distractedly looking at his phone as he walked down the hallway and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

“Ok, uh. It’s about more photos that have surfaced of you… with other girls.” you spoke quietly but after the look that crossed Jack’s aggravated face your rushed, “I know you wouldn’t do anything! I just get scared.”

She had every right to be.

“She’s just a friend Y/N! You have no right to be scared! Are you really that insecure!”

'Cause loving you is loving every

Argument you held over my head

Brought up the girls you could have instead

“Y/N I swear to God! If you talk to me about one more picture of me with girls I might be dating! I might just!” Jack screamed

“You might just what Jack?” You yelled back “what might you do!”

“I might just go to some of those girls! They’re perfect Y/N, they would bug me about this plus, they have very nice bodies!” He yelled, and under his breath I swear I heard him mumble “better that you.”

And now you got me thinking

Two plus two equals five

And I'm the love of your life

'Cause if rain don't pour and sun don't shine

Then changing you is possible

“Y/N, you can’t keep coming to my place like this after you and Jack have a fight saying you can fix him.” Your friend chastised, soothingly rubbing your hand and you sobbed in her arms on her entryway floor.

“But I can!” You sobbed “I can-plea-let me!”

“Honey, for your own sake.” She whispered resting her head on yours.

‘Goodbye Jack,’ you mumbled to the apartment you once called home. ‘I hope your happy.’

A single tear rolled down your check as you dropped the note.

No, love is never logical.

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merakiui · 4 months

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I love stepson!Floyd so much. Your ideas and headcanons are so good. 😭😭😭

Here's a headcanon about the other slippery eel, stepson!Jade, that I wanted to share with you: for the time that you've known him, Jade has drugged you 3 times.

The first time was because he genuinely wanted to get rid of you.

His dislike for you, though well-hidden, was just as strong as Floyd's. He wanted you gone. Instead of Floyd's violent tantrums and hateful words, however, he turned to quiet yet drastic measures: poisoning your quotidian beverage. A schemer from childhood, he even had the perfect timing. He committed the crime a few hours before your girl's night out, so it would seem as though someone at the party did it to you. His father would even scold you and tell you it's time you stopped partying; you have a family now, after all!

Jade offered kind wishes and gentle smiles the whole time you were on bedrest, but there was something about the way he looked down at you from beside your bed that genuinely terrified you. The look in his eye vanished just as quickly as it came, and you knew, and Jade knew that you knew, that he was the one behind your ailment.

It remained a silent secret between you. How could you accuse your husband's sweet, quiet child of such a heinous act? No one would believe it was him. Floyd? Maybe. Afterall, Floyd was the one who screamed at you and said he wished you would just die just two days ago. But Jade? No way. He'd never do something like that. It's Jade.

The second time was out of pure curiosity.

Between him and Floyd, Jade was the one to warm up to you first. Much sooner than his brother, in fact. During their fights, he was quick to remind Floyd that he spent more time with you, knew you better, loved you longer, loved you more.

He started calling you Mama shortly after the first dose of poison he fed you. The sole purpose of that was to give you a fright; he loved the way you twitched when he would ask, “Don't you think Papa is taking a while to get home, Mama?” He could see the gears turning inside of your head as you tried to read his words, as you tried to decipher their true meaning. He wondered how long it would take before you snapped and called him a creepy little bastard or something. You never did. In fact, you seemed to double down on your kindness towards him and Floyd. Perhaps it was the realization that you never would that made him interested in you, and with time, said interest could only develop into a twisted, ugly type of love.

It was that interest and curiosity that made him wonder if you would be stupid enough to let him drug you again. He was not covert about his intentions in the slightest. He had been quietly following you around the house for about two weeks (especially when you were in the kitchen) before the day that he offered to cook for you and Floyd. He had so many "valid and logical" reasons. “Papa won't be coming home tonight, so it's just the three of us.” “You've been working hard all day; you should rest.” “Let me do something nice to make up for it.”

He settled on something simple: sandwiches. His and Floyd's were vastly different from yours, however. He sat and watched as you stared at the dish he had lovingly placed in front of you. Would this push you over the edge? Would you toss it out, yelling at him and calling him weird?

You ate it. You ate it, thanked him, and went straight to bed, knowing that your vision would blur and your dinner would come back up very soon.

Halfway through the night, Jade crawled into your bed to feed you medication and water, calling you stupidly cute and cutely stupid. In the years to come, Jade would realise that stupid wasn't the word that he wanted. Had he the sense that he has now, he would have settled on “intentionally foolish.” You knew what he was doing, and accepted it, not out of a silly fear of losing your husband, but because he was your creepy child, your family whom you chose to love and trust, just the way he is.

The third time was an event for which Jade has felt not a shred of remorse.

Jade is all grown up now. Jade loved you first, but it was Floyd whose love first diverted from acceptable, platonic, familial love. In fact, until their early twenties, Jade frequently teased Floyd about his little crush on you. Now though, as a grown man, he sees that Floyd was onto something. He now wishes that he had joined his brother in getting his hands on you.

The strangest thing about the visit is that Jade came alone. Floyd often comes without Jade, but you can't remember the last time Jade visited home without Floyd racing him to get through your door first. You don't worry yourself with what he did to shake his brother for the day.

You don't know that Jade has been there since this morning, quietly switching between rooms and moving in and out of the house. Or maybe you do, and choose to pretend that you don't when you open the front door and let your son all but crush you. He's huge, much larger than his father, and his strength matches his Floyd's.

Like you do with Floyd on an almost biweekly basis, you try to reason with Jade. For a brief moment, you think you've gotten through to him. He's always been so level-headed and logical. But then he offers to fetch you some of the soup you've had simmering on the stove for the past few hours. "It’s been cooking for a while, and you haven't had lunch yet, have you?" He watches you eat, and you know, and he knows that you know, but you eat anyway. The next thing you know, he's pretty much forcing you onto the couch, insisting that you, “get some rest, Mama, I'll tidy the house for you.”

As expected, you're soon sleepily calling out for Jade, your loyal, reliable, logical, level-headed Jade, who you've chosen to trust and love, just the way he is.

AAAAAA OMG THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!! OTL the silent resignation and gradual acceptance that he's weird, but he's still your (step)son... falling into the motherly role because when you chose to marry Mr. Leech you were signing up to love his sons as well. Even if you're not related by blood, there's still this familial attachment you feel for them no matter how cruel they treated you when they were children. orz orz waaaa it's so yummy. Jade trying to kill you in the most cruelly calculated way ever. T_T and then going on to use the same method twice more, only it's not coming from a place of malice but now curiosity. Him wanting to see how far he can push you, and when it becomes clear that you're not going to budge because you care about him he uses this to his advantage.

Jade keeping you under the soothing thumb of drugs just so he can take care of you regardless of whether or not you want that. And you just let it happen because that's who he is. He's always been that strange, creepy child with his morbid interests and odd behaviors. You're just so used to it, and it doesn't truly bother you anymore. Maybe it never did. Between Floyd's capricious temperament and Jade's devilish scheming, there's no room for disapproval. That's just who the both of them are, and they're immensely stubborn. It's pointless to deny them of what they want when they'll inevitably get it sooner or later. You know this and so do they, but it doesn't stop you from trying.

And in your weak, loopy, drug-induced state, home alone with no one to call for but him, Jade has his mama all to himself. :)

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: drugging #meraki faves #SO FAVE IMMENSE FAVE THE MOST FAVE #he's so creepy T_T i love him

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And if I say that I have a very unhinged feeling that Mike's Benny's Burger t-shirt comment has more to do with Will than it seems ...?

ST makes us associate certain things with certain characters. Our very first memory of El back in S1 is of her reaching Benny's Burger, automatically making us associate Eleven with Benny and his diner. This is the very first time we meet her, so as the audience, we will always, ALWAYS associate Benny's Diner with her, and we're MEANT to. And the very first time we see Benny in relation to Eleven, he is taking out the trash. In S4, one of the last things we see Eleven do is take out the trash.

The Duffers seem to like doing things that at first glance appear like clever, silly little callbacks, but if we attribute these to just random and meaningless callbacks, there would be no point in analyzing this show, really.

Now, here is the thing. One of the strongest, most memorable moments of the show is Joyce using the Christmas Lights to communicate with Will. Christmas Lights are the SIGN that Will sent Joyce to let her know he was alive, and she FOLLOWED that gut feeling, and she was RIGHT. If both Mike and Joyce had thought about Will's disappearance in a 'logical' and 'rational' way, Will would've probably died in the Upside Down. Christmas, specifically, is continuously associated with Will starting in S1 and going into S4.

I can't find the screenshot at the moment, but there's also a moment Nancy says 'When Will was in the Upside Down, the lights came to life ...' once again, associating Will with Christmas Lights and life.

We see Benny's Burgers again this season, which we hadn't since S1. Now here's the thing. When we see Benny's Burgers again in S4 ... there are Christmas Lights EVERYWHERE. It is SPRING, there's no reason to have Christmas Lights up at this time of the year. Christmas is nowhere near in sight yet, and it's been four months since Christmas.

So in S4, they WANT us to associate Benny's diner with Christmas Lights AND I also have something to say about this 'We ❤️ you tigers' thing. We already know that there are tigers everywhere this season, and we even see them in Will's room. I'd like to bring your attention to this ...

'And of course, of course, I have to give a special shout-out to the best and the prettiest fans of all time, the Tiger Cheer Squad.'

You can say that this was in reference to Milkvan. With Mike cheering El on and whatnot. But here's the thing, Mike's speech was mainly 'Me, Me, Me.' 'I love you, I can't live without you' etc.

And yet, who was Mike actually on a TEAM with? Who did he ASK to be on a team with?

Mike literally asked Will to be his teammate and I will NEVER get over how LOADED with symbolism, depth, and metaphor this scene is. Because by the time this happened ...

Will and Mike had agreed to be a TEAM. And here, Will is quite literally saying 'WE ❤️ YOU TIGERS', cheering his team on. Not just 'me', but 'all of us', you're our LEADER. To Will, Mike is the equivalent of Jason, and to Mike, Will is the equivalent of Chrissy. I anticipate we'll see a reverse in S5, with Mike cheering Will on now, and Will guiding the party, or perhaps, finally, a combination of them both cheering each other on and guiding the party to victory, S5 is the season they claim that championship trophy.

Now, I'm not comparing Jason and Chrissy to Byler but if we want to talk duality, boy is this loaded. Because they do have certain similarities that require a way more nuanced analysis that I can't fit into this post, but I'll be talking about it later.

We all know that it was Will's speech to Mike that inspired Mike's own 'love confession' ... but have we ever considered ... that the reason why the Benny's Burger's comment was necessary, as odd as it felt, and these S4 Christmas Lights associations are because ... Mike had a previous memory/association with Will related to Benny's Burgers when he met El?

The reason why I am starting to suspect this is because Mike and Joyce's S1 and S4 arcs are similar. Going above and beyond to helping their love interest, who is 'stuck' in a place they cannot physically reach alone. Joyce even received a literal message.

WE LITERALLY SEE MIKE'S EYES IMMEDIATELY PAN DOWN TO ELEVENS SHIRT ... As if he was looking for context. Who is this??? It is IMPOSSIBLE that there was love at first sight going on here because the circumstances are just so ... dire. The boys were out looking for their missing friend, in the dark, under the rain. Low visibility, etc. It was just not the right circumstances at all.

And the Duffers did NOT have to choose this exact moment as the 'Moment'. They did this deliberately to throw the audience off. And it worked. So let me propose something slightly delusional, but that yet again, probably makes more sense (at least to me following the show's context clues and crumbs) than something as shallow as 'love at first sight'.

Do we not think it might be possible that Michael 'maybe all of this is happening for a reason' Wheeler, saw that Benny's Burger t-shirt and immediately thought ... Will, or the universe, or something was sending him a message? Somehow, this person was connected to Will? That this person was the KEY to finding him? Do we not think he might've made that realization earlier, and on top of that him being a kind child took her home to help her? As she was not speaking much, maybe he thought he'd been stupid for thinking of her as some sort of sign, only to have his first gut instinct proven RIGHT when she CONFIRMED knowing Will?

He did feel love at that moment, and it was because he saw El as a literal light in the darkness and thought it was some sort of sign that either Will was sending or a sign that this person was the key to finding him.

I have heard some Bylers talk about how this comment:

Means that Mike feels his life started when he found El, because he felt like it ended when he lost Will. And that might have some merit.

Mike's monologue to Eleven may just very well be an amalgamation of the mess that is Mike Wheeler's feelings for both El and Will. He loves them both, but he loves El as someone he aspires to be, while he loves Will as someone he aspires to be with.

I'm skipping over a lot of details as other Bylers have spoken about them before (such as Hopper saying 'what if after all of this time I have been looking for Will I have been chasing after some other kid?' being context we could apply to Mike as well) because I think this whole association of Will and Benny's Burger that Mike has of Will is something that could very realistically come up sometime in S5.

It takes ONE simple line of dialogue linking Will to Benny's Burgers for every single domino to fall into place.

And being honest, if I follow my Joyce spidey senses, I get a strong feeling that the duffers have already given us that context, and it is hidden somewhere within the show already.

#byler #byler analysis #byler theory #byler evidence #byler proof #byler endgame

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ystrike1 · 11 months

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Tracing the flower funeral - By Komura (9/10)

Control is framed as a fetish here. "The master is actually the butler" is kind of overplayed at this point, and it's a little silly. How can an employee get away with abusing their unwilling employer? This story writes around that. The "butler" is a powerful man who just so happens to have a fetish for servitude, and he has a favorite lady.

Lady Yurimiya is a wealthy heiress runaway. She had no life back at home. She is a very minor member of a very major family. Nobody in the upper crust is interested in marrying her or befriending her, but she had to follow all of the strict rules anyway. It was a very pointless and boring life.

Mr. Souichi Nakiri, her "butler", is looking for her. This story gets weirder with every page. Souichi used Lady Yurimiya like a doll, and nobody stopped him. That's...really horrible, but why was he allowed to terrorize the poor woman. Lady Yurimiya can't be treated roughly by a mere employee. That would reflect badly on her family.

Something isn't adding up...

Lady Yurimiya is not an idiot. She ran away to get a job and live in reality. She dyed her hair. She made friends. She loves her new life.

She tries to reason with Souichi.

Souichi doesn't care about her logic. He liked taking care of her. Managing her every move turned him on. He misses controlling her, and he wants her to go back to her old life.

She resists.

Really hard actually.

Lady Yurimiya puts up a decent fight.

Souichi traps her. The situation worsens. The Yurimiya family wants to marry her off to a lesser family, to get rid of her. She will be given to a man who will never love her. She will be the "bride that isn't quite pure enough" for the rest of her days, if she ever gets dragged home.

If she doesn't accept "help" from Souichi someone else will come take her.

Souichi stays over.

Lady Yurimiya tries to set boundaries, but Souichi disrespects her at every turn. His Lasy Yurimiya is a reserved raven haired beauty. He refuses to accept the blond and bubbly girl she has become.

The Nakiri family is actually more influential than the Yurimiya family. There's...alot to unpack here. Souichi is "serving" Lady Yurimiya voluntarily. Running away from home was never going to work...because a family even more influential than the Yurimiya Clan has laid claim on her.

The situation with Souichi isn't really explained. He might not be the Nakiri family heir, but he's high up. High up enough to spend his life role playing as an abusive butler.

He also knows Lady Yurimiya is afraid of him, and he doesn’t care. It reassures him. Fear makes people easier to control, after all.

His insults are brutal.

He tears apart her appearance.

Her job.

Her dreams.

She only needs to be a doll wife for him.

If she refuses her future husband will be a thousand times worse, and a million times more neglectful, than him.

He humiliates her in public.

He hands in her resignation slip for her, in front of one of her close work friends.

He cuts her important ties for her, before they leave.

He makes her look like a snob too, so her friends won't try to contact her.

He thrives on her misery and her happiness. Either one is good enough for him. He's obsessed with her. Her smile doesn't matter, as long as he has her. Souichi is an extremely selfish, spoiled and capable yandere. He seems like the kind of guy nobody says no too. Maybe you've met somebody like him. The classic spoiled kid that can't take no for an answer.

That's him, but he's a scary adult so it's extra freaky.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #smut #Tracing the flower funeral

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violet-1atte · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Five: Sweat - Jisung/Hyunjin

Tags: Sweat kink, gross!Jisung, bjs, getting caught, way too much sweat its really kind of gross

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Jisung couldn’t stop staring.

Hyunjin was wearing a tank top for the concert tonight, one that hugged his chest and waist and put his newly muscled arms on display. He had to keep himself from drooling as he watched his hyung perform his hardest, with sweat dripping down his face and collecting on his chest, making it shiny. Jisung was overcome with the urge to lick it off of him.

After the concert was over and they were all backstage, resting for a bit and getting changed before they headed out. Hyunjin had sat back on one of the couches and the sight of him nearly made Jisung whimper. Spread thighs, head tossed back over the back of the couch, long, sweat-soaked hair clinging to his face, droplets of sweat still running down the column of his neck. Jisung might grow hard just looking at him.

Apparently his staring was obvious, because while it didn’t seem like Hyunjin noticed, Minho did. He came up behind Jisung, clapped a hand onto his shoulder, and smirked. “Close your mouth, Sungie. You’ll catch flies.” Jisung immediately snapped his mouth shut and Minho cackled. “Oh. And you might wanna take care of that.” He raised an eyebrow at him and then looked down. Jisung followed his gaze and gasped, throwing his hands over his crotch. Shit, he was already getting hard.

“Fuck off!” Jisung whined while Minho walked away laughing.

He cursed under his breath. The only way to the bathroom was walking past the couch where Hyunjin was sitting. Not good.

He kept his hands over his crotch and carefully shuffled past the couch, trying not to draw any attention to himself as he did. Of course holding his hands in front of himself probably wasn’t helping anything but he had no other choice. It was either that or allow the others–Hyunjin specifically–to see the fact that his dick was straining against his pants.

He’d nearly made it past the couch without Hyunjin looking up but then of course he had to stumble over his own feet. Hyunjin lifted his head slightly and made eye contact with him through hooded eyes and Jisung gulped. The way he looked at him didn’t make matters any better. “Yah, Jisung-ah. You alright? Don’t be so clumsy, silly,” he chastised and Jisung felt hot embarrassment twist in his stomach.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” Jisung mumbled, ducking his head. “Just wasn’t watching where I was going.” He let out an embarrassed laugh and then dashed off towards the bathroom.

He let out a heavy sigh as reached the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and bit his lip. Logically, he should just wait for it to go down. He should think about something gross or weird, get rid of the post-concert horniness and stop thinking about Hyunjin, and Hyunjin’s lips, and Hyunjin’s skin shiny with sweat and his shirt soaked with it.

The problem was, Jisung wasn’t very good at thinking logically.

After about two seconds of attempting to think of anything other than Hyunjin, he gave up and undid his pants and pushed them down his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his already achingly hard dick. He let out a shuddering breath and wrapped his hand around it. He could just get off really quick and then go back and join the others like nothing happened. Yeah. That would work.

He bit his bottom lip to muffle his sounds as he began to slide his hand up and down his shaft. The slide was dry but the heat of his hand still felt good, and the images of Hyunjin were still fresh in his mind. His stomach was already tightening, warning him of approaching release. He inhaled slowly as he thumbed over his leaking tip and swallowed back a moan. Just a little longer, just a little more–

And then the door swung open.

Jisung’s eyes snapped to the door to see Hyunjin standing there, eyes wide and mouth open. He barely had time to register his presence enough to pull up his pants and Hyunjin’s brain seemed to work faster than his as he realized he was staring and yelped out a, “Shit! Sorry Jisung! I didn’t know!” Then he slammed the door shut.

Jisung gulped and his face burned. He thought he’d locked the door but he supposed in his haste he’d forgotten.

Any logical person would have tucked themselves away, splashed some cold water on their face, and gone out and bowed to the floor in shame and apologized to their bandmate for what they witnessed.

The problem was, Jisung wasn’t a logical person.

“Um, Hyunjin?” he called meekly. He hadn’t heard footsteps, which meant either Hyunjin had walked really quietly…or he was still there.

“Yeah?” came Hyunjin’s muffled voice from behind the door. Jisung wet his lips and gulped. His mouth felt dry.

“You uh–you don’t have to leave. If you don’t want,” he said, almost too quiet to pick up. But he heard Hyunjin inhale deeply on the other side of the door.

He waited and his heart began to pound faster. Fuck he shouldn’t have said anything. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me, you can just ignore–”

The door opened again and Hyunjin looked into his eyes, something wild in his gaze. “Are you actually being serious right now, Jisung-ah?” he asked. His voice sounded strained.

Jisung gulped and found himself nodding dumbly. “Y-yeah, but it’s okay you can just pretend I didn’t say anything. That’s so weird I know, you can forget it,” he said with a wry laugh.

Hyunjin didn’t look away and his gaze only hardened. “No.”

“Huh?” Jisung blinked at him.

“No, I’m not going to forget,” he said, his voice lowering. He took one long step forward and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Jisung’s stomach flipped and his breath hitched in his throat as Hyunjin stalked closer until they were inches apart. “W-why–”

“Cause I want to be here, Sung-ah.”

“You–wait–mm!” Hyunjin suddenly invaded Jisung’s senses and his lips were on his and his hands were on his waist. Jisung took a moment to process what was happening, but when he did he eagerly kissed back. He tossed his arms around Hyunjin as he pushed him back against the wall. His shirt was still soaked from sweat and it dampened Jisung’s skin. He whined brokenly against Hyunjin’s mouth and curled his hands into his shirt. The sweat squeezed out between his fingertips. And maybe it was disgusting, but Jisung fucking loved it.

Hyunjin ran his tongue across the seam of Jisung’s lips and Jisung opened for him, allowing him to lick into his mouth. Hyunjin’s grip on his waist tightened and he pushed his thigh between Jisung’s legs. Jisung moaned into his mouth and rolled his hips. “Sh-shit, Jinnie, hyung,” he whimpered, tightening his arms around Hyunjin.

“Jisung…” Hyunjin mumbled against his lips. Jisung panted lightly and rolled his hips forward again and kissed Hyunjin deeper as an even louder moan tried to make its way up his throat. Hyunjin rubbed up his side and pulled away for a moment, which had Jisung whining. “I saw you staring at me. During the concert. And after. I wasn’t sure what it meant but…now I see.”

Jisung whimpered and he clenched his fists. “You just–you looked so hot. Your stupid tank top and the stupid new muscles you have and you being–all sweaty from dancing. How do you look so pretty like that?” he asked in an almost offended tone. “No one else does. Like–gosh I just wanna…I want to lick you.” If his head weren’t clouded with horniness then maybe he would have a filter, but he didn’t.

Hyunjin laughed and raised his eyebrows. “Sweat, huh Jisung-ah? Should’ve known you’d be a kinky bastard,” he said, shaking his head.

“Hey!” Jisung pouted and Hyunjin lifted his hand to cup his round cheek. He brushed his thumb over his lips.

“But that’s okay. I think it’s sexy.” He grinned, the type of grin he got on stage when he was really feeling the choreography. “I haven’t gotten the chance to wash up or change yet so…why don’t I indulge you?”

Jisung nodded his head vigorously and bit his lip. “Fuck, please.”

Hyunjin smirked. He stepped back from him until his back was against the sink. He pulled his tank top over his head, revealing planes of shiny, sticky, honeyed skin. Jisung’s mouth watered as his eyes raked over his torso, taking everything in. He saw Hyunjin shirtless since they lived in the same dorm, and it was often enough for his own sanity to be brought into question. But he’d never seen him in this context, skin still shiny with sweat and tinted pink from the heat and exertion of dancing so much.

“H-hyunjin,” Jisung breathed, his fists clenching at his sides. Hyunjin tilted his head.

“Well? What are you waiting for, Sungie?” he asked. His tone was slightly condescending and it made Jisung’s knees weak. “Clean me up. And take this. Do what you want with it.” He tossed Jisung his sweaty shirt and he caught it. His cheeks burned deep red and kept the shirt clenched in one of his fists, shivering at the dampness against his fingers. He inched forward until he was nearly pressed against Hyunjin and he rested his hands against his hips. From this distance he could smell the expensive rose perfume he used mixed with the salty scent of musk and sweat. Fuck. Jisung wanted to drink it.

For once he was glad Hyunjin was taller than him because it made it easier for him to dip his head down and lick a long stripe up Hyunjin’s neck. The taste of salt hit his tongue and he groaned. His cock ached. The fact that this should have been at least somewhat gross only made it hotter. Jisung felt dirty as he lapped the sweat off Hyunjin’s neck and collarbones like a dog drinking water. Hyunjin’s breath quickened as he ran his tongue along the tendon on the side of his neck and up, up, until he was licking the side of his face, where new beads of sweat were appearing from the heat of the bathroom. “Y-yeah, that’s good, good Jisung,” Hyunjin said quietly. Jisung whimpered and his hips jerked forward.

“Taste good, so good,” Jisung moaned, giving a kitten lick to his cheek before he dipped his head and bent his knees slightly so he could be face to face with Hyunjin’s chest. He licked his own lips before flattening his tongue between Hyunjin’s pecs. He dragged his tongue up between them and collected the drops of liquid that ran down the crevice. Hyunjin shuddered and gripped the edge of the sink behind him.

“Ah, Jisung–” he moaned, and the sound went straight to Jisung’s cock, which was hard and weeping between his legs. His pants were still down from where he’d never pulled them up so his neediness was on display for both of them.

“Should clean you up after every concert,” Jisung mumbled against his warm skin. He could get addicted to this, as weird as it was.

He licked up every drop of sweat he could find, gulping it down like it was sweet alcohol. He wished he’d gotten Hyunjin sooner, moments after their concert where he was still completely drenched in it, looking like he’d just walked out of a shower rather than an intense workout. Thankfully, the bathroom was hot, and their combined body heat was enough to have Hyunjin’s skin glistening in the artificial light of the bathroom.

Hyunjin let out sweet, breathy moans as Jisung ran his tongue all over his chest and moved down to his abs. A whimper caught in his throat as he flicked his tongue along the line between his abs. A few months ago he’d merely had a flat stomach, now he had actual abs. They rippled and flexed as Jisung licked and sucked at his skin, tasting him like a man dying of thirst.

He was getting closer to Hyunjin’s crotch and the heady smell of sweat was becoming stronger. It was gross and Jisung was desperate for more. By this point, he was on his knees and his hands were clutching Hyunjin’s thighs. The shirt Hyunjin had tossed off was still clutched in his hand.

As his tongue lolled out again to take a taste of the v-line of Hyunjin’s waist leading into his pants, an idea popped into his head. The thought had him gasping. “Jinnie, can I–can I use your shirt–can I get off with your shirt?” he asked.

Hyunjin groaned and his grip on the sink turned white-knuckled. “Shit–yeah Jisung, wow,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal.

Jisung put the damp tank-top over his dick and let out a choked moan. He began to buck his hips forward and bit his lip to hold back the loud whines he was making. Hyunjin looked down at him through lidded eyes and a drop of sweat dripped down from his chin onto Jisung’s face. Oh, fuck.

Jisung began to mouth at Hyunjin’s abs again, now unable to tell whether the dampness on his skin was from the sweat or his own saliva. He rutted into his shirt as he ran his tongue along the strip of skin right above Hyunjin’s waistband. The friction of the fabric combined with the dampness and the knowledge that this was Hyunjin’s shirt and it was soaked with his sweat sent shocks of pleasure up Jisung’s spine and through his stomach. His skin was on fire and he knew he must have been a sight to Hyunjin above him.

“Jisung, fuck. Want you to suck me off,” Hyunjin groaned, his hips bucking a little when Jisung nipped at his skin.

Jisung moaned and nodded his head rapidly. He tucked the shirt between his thighs so that he didn’t have to hold it any longer but could still rut against it, and then he began undoing Hyunjin’s pants. He was so glad his fingers decided to work for him because he was able to do it fairly quickly and had his pants pulled down in one quick motion.

He immediately wrapped his lips around the head of Hyunjin’s hard cock and groaned at the salty, musky taste that filled his mouth. Hyunjin swore as he flattened his tongue along the underside of his shaft and began to bob his head up and down. The skin of his inner thighs and his cock was moist and it made heat curl inside Jisung’s stomach. He was getting close embarrassingly fast.

“Sh-shit, Sung,” Hyunjin moaned, his voice becoming high and whiny. It spurred Jisung on to take his cock further in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste. “Yoo-your mouth–fuck, I’m so–”

A knock sounded at the door and Jisung’s eyes widened. He quickly scrambled back and wiped his mouth while Hyunjin worked to tug up his pants.

“Hyunjin, you in there?” came Chan’s muffled voice.

Jisung held his breath and Hyunjin cleared his throat. “Uh yeah. I’ll be out in a second,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice from sounding strained.

“Okay, we were just getting ready to leave.”

“Got it.”

“Oh…have you seen Jisung at all? We haven’t been able to find him,” he said. Jisung and Hyunjin made eye contact for a second before Hyunjin looked at the door again.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if I do though, hyung,” he responded.

“Alright! We’re heading out in ten minutes. See you in a minute.”

They listened for Chan’s footsteps to move away and then both let out a sigh of relief. “That was close,” Jisung mumbled.

They both got as dressed as they could, Hyunjin opting to just stay shirtless and grab another shirt after he left. They stuffed his shirt in the trash. They could always get another one like it.

Before Hyunjin left the bathroom, both of them having decided it would be the least suspicious if he left first, he wrapped his hand around the back of Jisung’s neck and his lips brushed against his ear. “We’ll finish this when we get back…and maybe just for you…I’ll ask our driver to turn up the heat in the car.”

Jisung shivered and nodded dumbly. Oh, fuck.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sweat #jisung smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #blowjov #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #fanfiction #jisung fic #hyunjin fic #hyunsung #hyunjin x jisung

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elektramustdie · 5 months

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

warnings - unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy) very slight choking, spanking, angst ??

“| work hard to make enough money to keep us here, and I hate every fucking minute of it, | fucking hate it! But | do it for you, and you always act so fucking ungrateful" frank screamed, pointing his finger in your face.

Another fight had started between you two, the same one that never seemed to end. You and Frank had moved from your city go-getter lifestyle to one in the suburbs, trading the subway and bright lights for a cute little house and picket fence.

You hated being a housewife, you hated the stupid neighbours who couldn't keep their noses to themselves, and you hated your little court where every house was a carbon copy of the other.

Going from your fast-paced life to this was the last thing you ever wanted. You worked remotely which provided you with the luxury of working wherever you wanted, so when Frank got offered a job promotion to lead the next expansion for his company it made sense to make the move.

But you weren't happy, and neither was Frank. He came home every day angry, or tired, or disappointed. Never happy.

You moved for a job he ended up hating, all because the money sounded good and you thought it would make your lifestyle better. But it did the opposite and you just wanted to move back to the city and get back to your lively, fun life. Your happy life with your husband. Hence the fight, the one where he acts like you're ungrateful because you complained that he was always angry.

He walked through the door and slammed it shut, not even saying a single word to you before disappearing into his office to do god knows what then coming out only to ask you what was for dinner. Like you didn't work as hard as he did.

“Ungrateful!? You are fucking unbelievable. | never wanted to move in the first place, but I did it because you wanted the promotion. And now it's backfired and it's suddenly my fault? You come home angry every fucking day and it's my fault!? What sort of bullshit logic is that" you yelled back. "Don't fucking act like you didn't want the money” he sneered, stepping closer so you were nearly toe to toe "The second you saw that shiny new payslip, and the little convertible | bought you, you were frothing like you do over my cock"

"Oh fuck you, Frank! Money means shit when you come home angry then act like an asshole and we both know it. I'd sell my fucking carina heartbeat if it meant I got my husband back. So don't you dare tell me this is about the money, this is about you proving to yourself that you didn't fuck up. Because Mr'I'm always right’ can never be wro-"

You couldn't finish your words, because your breath was taken away when his hand darted out and wrapped around your neck, his mouth smashing against yours in a brutal kiss. You grabbed his wrist instinctually, the other hand fisting his dress shirt as you kissed back hungrily. "are you gonna shut up and let me fuck it out, or would you rather keep screaming at each other" he pulled away harshly, his breath hard and the anger burning through him evident by his clenched jaw and flared nostrils. You didn't want to respond, because all that would come out were angry words, more screaming. So you just pulled him back by his shirt instead, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck. Frank gripped onto the small of your back, pulling you flush into him so he could move his hands lower to the hem of your dress. He walked you backwards, and you followed blindly, stumbling until your bum hit the edge of the dining room table. He roughly tugged up your dress over your hips, lifting you onto the table before practically ripping your underwear off. Everything was rough, angry, heated.

You frantically undid the buckle of his belt, tugging open his zipper and pushing his pants along with his boxers down. There was no time to remove clothing properly, his shirt stayed on, as did your dress because you just needed each other too bad. He tugged your head back with a firm grip near your roots, guiding himself to your entrance before entering in one hard thrust. You let out a cry, digging your fingers into his shoulders at the intrusion.“I hate fighting like this" he grunted, attaching his lips to your neck as he squeezed your hip for leverage. His thrusts were borderline savage, anger evident in every movement as he drove into you. He was hitting every spot perfectly, his mouth attacking all your sensitive areas in a way that had you crying out with every touch. It felt so good, words couldn't explain how amazing it felt to be reconnected with your husband again.

"So do I" you whined, unable to hold your moans back. Frank forced your hands off his back and onto the table edge so he could slip your thin straps down your shoulders, letting the dress fall just enough to expose your bouncing breasts. His hands returned to their places, one at the back of your neck and the other sliding down to your clit, rubbing in circles the way he knew you loved. He attached his mouth to your breasts, kissing and sucking everywhere to mark you up. You were his, and marking your pretty skin with his mouth showed that to anyone that saw. He wasn't going to lose you, and he wouldn't be the reason you decided to up and leave one day. He loved you too much for that.

“Can feel you squeezing me, you're close aren't you baby? Always cum so quick around my cock" he panted, feeling your thighs tense on either side of your hips. You let out a little moan of encouragement, too caught up in the borderline painful thrusts and his delicate touches on your clit building up your orgasm to form words.

“Cum for me, let me feel it" he demanded, nipping at your neck before kissing a line up and bringing his lips to yours. You exploded soon after, letting out a cry as waves of pleasure erupted through your body, your hips shaking and seizing as he never stopped his thrusts or his touch on your clit. It almost became too much, but Frank knew your body like his own and slowed his movements before you even asked him to. You hadn't even calmed from your high before you were lifted again, carried through the house with his cock still filling you to the brim and brought to your bed. “Take your dress off" Frank demanded, dropping you onto the bed and beginning to undo his shirt buttons.

“Take it off yourself" you challenged, leaning back on your hands and looking at him with defiance. Your dress had moved back in place when he took you to your bedroom, collected around your hips and hiding everything he wanted to see. You were sick of him telling you what to do and how to feel. You needed to push back, ina way that wouldn't result in another argument. Getting him to unleash his dominant role and punish you for not listening to him sounded like the perfect way. Your anger wasn't gone yet and having him spank your ass would've helped release a lot of that. "Now isn't the time to test my patience" he warned, slipping his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. "Take it off"

“Fuck. You" you over pronounced each word, smiling sweetly at him. His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing over your body in a slow sinful manner. Before you knew it he grabbed onto your ankles and pulled your body flat, turning you over and gripping your hips to drag you back so you were on your knees close to the edge of the bed with your upper body against the duvet. He thrust into you in one go, eliciting another loud cry when he began spanking each of your cheeks. He had an impossibly tight grip on your hip, enough to create bruises that you'd feel for days. His smacks landed one after the other, alternating on each side as he kept a hard pace the entire time.

“I hate when you don't listen, but you do it on purpose don't you? Just want me to bruise you up isn't that right?" he rasped, wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging back so you were forced to follow, your back bumping against his chest.

"Yes, gives me something else to feel" you panted, your words having more weight behind them than you meant. Your body buzzed when he quickly pulled your dress off then hugged you close to him with an arm around your waist.

“What are you feeling right now huh? This not enough?" he asked against your ear, pressing over your stomach where his cock was bulging out. The angle was so steep, so deep and full you felt like crying, You felt like crying in another way too. Anger had a quick way of turning into something more… broken. Even with Frank's cock feeling incredible inside you, the skin-to-skin contact between you two feeling like it had healed so many wounds… it wasn't enough.

“ feel like i hate you and I'm trying not to” your eyes squeezed closed as you felt his movements stall, the high of what was meant to be hot angry sex disappearing quickly.

"What?" his voice was defeated, a complete 180 from his previous commanding tone. You couldn't reply, not when he slid out of you, or when he turned you around to face him. You kept your eyes closed the whole time, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "Baby, look at me, please" he begged, cupping your face. You put your hands over his and opened your eyes slowly, seeing his broken expression making you want to close them again and go hide. "You don't mean it do you, you don't really hate me?" he asked, pleading for it not to be true.

“I do… | hate who you've become, who this job has turned you-me into… We never fought, never yelled and now that's all we're doing" you sighed, "I love you, but I can't help but hate you at the same time. I just-! wish we could go back" tears welled up in your eyes and you looked up at the ceiling trying to get rid of them.

"Oh no, please don't cry. Fuck, please baby, just look back at me" he pleaded, wiping his thumbs under your eyes to catch the tears spilling down your face. You let out a quivering breath before looking back at him, your eyesight blurred from tears. "We can fix this, /can fix this. 'll do better, | promise" he assured you, kissing you gently in a promise.

"How Frank ? Acting less angry, or upset won't fix the fact that you're unhappy. | want you to be happy" you sighed, your heart breaking at the thought of Frank playing pretend for you when he was suffering on the inside. You wanted something that made you both happy.

“And | want you to be happy… | thought this move would do that, but maybe | was wrong…” he admitted. Frank didn't care about himself, he would've worked a job he despised every day for the rest of his life if it meant you were happy and taken care of. He never thought that he was bringing his anger home with him, too clouded by the money and what it had given you two materially to realise that he wasn't being a good husband. You weren't ungrateful, you were tired. Tired of him.

“So what do we do?" you asked, knowing what you wanted to do, but not sure if Frank wanted the same thing. We move back to the city, and I find a job that makes me happy and helps me be a better husband… for you" he smiled, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “You'd do that?"

"I would move heaven and earth for you baby, I'm so fucking in love

with you it's ridiculous" he smiled, making you smile in return. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close so you could kiss him, unable to hide your smile against his mouth. "t… love…you" you spoke between kisses, deepening it when you felt Frank wrap his arms around your waist in return. Your kisses held so many words, so much love, so many apologies and regret, so much Just. It turned passionate fast, Frank groaning into your mouth and guiding you to lay on your back with your head on the pillows. His hands caressed your body as he hovered over you, running his hand down the curve of your waist to your hips then back up, palming your breast before grabbing his cock to guide himself to your entrance.

“I love you so much, darling. My beautiful, beautiful wife" he professed, kissing you sweetly as he nudged inside you, taking his time to slowly push until his balls touched the curve of your ass. He was making sure you felt all of it, felt every vein, every inch of him slowly filling you up.

“I love you" you whined as he started moving, hiking your thigh up your hip as he delivered slow but hard thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rocked into you, keeping your bodies as close together as possible. You loved kissing him, being close to him. Sex didn't fix everything, and your discussion would definitely have to be more thorough than Frank's promise, but it helped a whole lot to bring you back together. Your bodies moving as one, rocking in sync, hips meeting each other with gasped moans and whimpers, 'I love you's' falling like a mantra out, of your mouths. It was lovemaking at its finest, a symbol of your marital promises to each other, your unbounded love. His fingers met your clit, rubbing in soft pets that brought you delicious pleasure. He wanted the two of you to finish in sync, the ultimate promise of moving forward as a couple and making things better, together.

" Faster, p-please you breathed, your back arching up when he followed your plead almost instantly, his hips snapping against yours with greater speed that was immediately drawing your orgasm faster.

“Want to cum together, please baby hold on for me… squeezing me so. fucking perfect" he panted, his forehead dropping to the crook of your neck as he pressed haphazard kisses to your skin.

“I'm close" you moaned, head dropping back and eyes squeezing shut as you tried to reign in your orgasm. You were on the edge, and holding back was agonizing.

"I know, fuck-I know. 'm close too baby, just hold on" he begged, joining your mouths again in a sloppy kiss as he rocked alittle faster to chase his own orgasm. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, rubbing against, yours in a way that had him groaning. He loved the taste of you, of all of you.

“C'mon baby, oh god 'm coming, 'm coming" he spoke against your mouth, keeping a steady pace on your clit as he stilled inside you, his hips shaking as he came. You could feel his orgasm fill you as you let your own go, moaning out in relief as the tension left your body, pleasure spreading from your core outwards. You called out his name, clawing at his back and desperately seeking out his mouth as he drew you through it with gentle caresses of your sensitive bud.

" i love you, | love you, | love you" you repeated against his lips, his body slumping over yours as you both panted in each other's mouths. He repeated the sentiment, giving you a peck before rolling off you and bringing you into his chest, still needed to feel close to you before he had to get up and grab something to clean the two of you up.

"I'm sorry for our fight, | never should've said those things… | didn't mean it" Frank whispered, cupping your face to face his and rubbing his thumb under your eye, remembering the tears that welled up there. The serene feeling in the room felt too sacred to disturb by talking louder.

“I'm sorry too" you apologised in a similar tone, "We will need to talk about it properly, | hope you know that" you spoke again after a few minutes of looking each other, saying so many things just by the looks

you were exchanging.

"1 know… just let me hold you for now"

#smut fic #my chemical romance #frank iero #frank iero x reader #mcr #emo

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comphetkoncass · 6 months

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timkon nightmare fic

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The escape is pointless. Tim has already killed six, left twelve injured, and left a positive identification marker at the scene. The Iceberg Lounge is, was, filled with Gotham’s worst. And now, they are nothing but dead.

He’s past weighing the importance of their lives. This will make things better in the long term, he knows. Even if Tim gets caught, he’s revoked six people’s right to kill, and hopefully the others' injuries make it impossible to hurt others.

But he suddenly feels eyes on him, and fear floods the space between his ears.

His footsteps feel clumsier, more urgent. Panicked as he realizes that some of the cops are onto him. Turning heads towards him, one by one, from their stations.

It's too late. Tim's going to be caught. And when he is, he's done for.

But he's killed six people tonight — why is he more afraid of getting caught than of what he’s done?

The gun sits heavy in his hands. Batman would be disappointed with his priorities, he thinks — until he feels the weight of the cowl and it all makes sense.

He’s Batman.

He's Batman, and he's just shot six people, and injured twelve others.

Batman closes his eyes and braces for the crushing fear as it overtakes him.

And it's Tim who blinks them open.

He feels a headrush, despite not sitting up. Tim's eyes snap open to darkness, and an impossible dark weight pinning him to the bed. He can’t breathe, which is a very silly perception, since he’s half aware that he's breathing too much.

“Easy there, Rob,” Kon says, soft and careful. "I've got you, it was just a dream."

It was, Tim realizes. It was a dream. But his body doesn't seem to recognize that there is no danger. It's still running on edge as though he's still on an escape mission; as though he's still seconds away from being caught and held accountable for a crime he's never committed in the real world but was so sure he'd just carried out.

Yet- Even if he's never done it in the real world, he's come close more than once.

And he doesn't know if he would have felt guiltier then than he does now. Does he feel bad? Does it outweigh the crushing fear of being caught?

"Tim? Breathe, come on. Your pulse is still insane, you've got to calm down."

Tim doesn’t answer. He recognizes the panic attack for what it is. Distantly, he decides he can't make Kon walk him through calming down. It's absurd. It's just a nightmare. It must be four in the morning; Kon should be sleeping, not helping walk him back from the brink of a morality crisis.

Tim sucks in a sharp breath and holds it for as long as he can. His lungs ache asks his vision turns dark at the edges from the rapid shift from hyperventilating to holding his breath — but he’ll be okay.

There's still a heavy weight on his chest though. Pinning his arms and legs. It doesn't cause any real panic, though, even though it should. That's when Tim realizes, late, that it's just Kon. Kon, sitting fully and properly on top of him. Hands and knees, pinning him not with extreme strength or TTK, but with all two hundred odd pounds of Kryptonian security blanket.

It feels extremely nice.

Tim must have been thrashing, for Kon to get on top of him.

"It was just a dream, beautiful," Kon says softly. "You're breathing better, you actually alright this time?"

Tim already knew it was a dream before this. He believed Kon when he first said it. It's just that now, minutes later, with his breathing leveled out and his eyes adjusting to the darkness, reality is much easier to discern. And now that he's properly awake, the dream is fading. There are pieces that he already can't parse through, can't logic his way into remembering when the dream, for all its intense emotion, doesn't follow logic. He can't have just been in the Iceberg Lounge, for one. It's been out of operation for months.

The longer Kon sits on top of him, the more Tim’s perception — both literal and figurative — levels out. The world is still dark and grainy despite his best efforts, nothing but black and white. Even Kon's bright blue pajamas are nothing but grey right now. But the world is clearer the longer he looks. It helps, Tim thinks, that Kon is all he can really see. Once his eyes adjust, Tim can make out the soft edges of Kon's face; the set of his shoulders, the way his pajamas have slipped mostly off of one despite his bulk. The longer Tim looks, the more details he can see, but even then it's only enough to see him against the dark of the night. Tim can see nothing beyond Kon and his messy curls and intense, worried eyes.

“You awake this time?" Kon asks, brows furrowing deeper. "Are you okay now?”

Tim finally releases his breath in a shuddering gasp. “Get off me.”

Kon does, albeit reluctantly. "Sorry. Did pinning you actually just make it worse?"

Tim shakes his head. It helped, he thinks. He already misses Kon's warmth once he's up. But he needs to move to feel real again, no matter how nice Kon's weight had felt on top of him.

Kon is quick to throw the extra blanket on the side table over Tim. Wordlessly, Tim sits up and wraps it around his shoulders, breathing deeply. Slowly. Measured.

It's easier than before. The panic has passed, even if Tim still feels the hard edges of the nightmare in his mind's eye. Details he's certain of, clear as a mission report, even as the rest of the nightmare fade.

The gun in his hands, six people dead and twelve injured. Fleeing the Iceberg Lounge. And the fear of facing consequences for vigilante justice. For murder.

How is he still more afraid of getting caught than of himself?

Tim presses a balled up fist to his forehead. He’d rather die than become that. Rather die than be his evil-future self. Is this how it starts? Losing compassion and his sense of right and wrong until he’s afraid of others bringing him to justice?

“I see you’re being very normal about this. Not taking that nightmare extremely personally, not at all,” Kon says under his breath. He reaches for Tim’s shoulder. Tim doesn’t fight; doesn’t react much at all. “I’m gonna sit behind you.”

Tim doesn’t answer. Not even as Kon maneuvers himself around him, strong thighs wedging him in place, strong arms wrapped around his middle. Tim sinks down against his back. Kon’s TTK barrier is down, Tim thinks, surprised. He’s not as invulnerable like this.

Any other day, Tim would pinch him. Tease him for being soft and vulnerable and pliant, take advantage of getting to feel human skin yield under his fingertips instead of the harder, invulnerable sheen that usually shields him. If they were in training, he'd nerve strike him for letting his guard down.

Today he just enjoys its warmth and its give. Enjoys what it means, too; that Kon doesn’t see Tim as a threat. Somehow, it's a greater comfort than anything else Kon could do for him.

Kon props himself between Tim and the headboard then, and Tim sags against him. Kon doesn't say a word. Instead, he just rests one hand on top of Tim's chest. His palm splays big and open against his heart. Feeling for himself the steady beat beneath his skin.

They sit like that for several minutes. Until Tim's heart has fully calmed. Until it's back to a steady 80BPM.

Then, Tim closes his eyes. Lets the darkness comfort him, remind him that it's stupid late and they should both be back to sleep and put all of this behind them so they can wake up less exhausted tomorrow.

Tim opens his mouth to say thank you, to say let's go back to bed, to say I won't fight it when you hold me tonight.

What comes out is, instead, "Gun Batman."

Kon makes a soft, sympathetic noise and kisses the back of Tim's head, slowly trailing to under his ear. His hand stays over Tim's heart. "That fucking sucks."

"I killed people," Tim says. "And I wasn't even- I didn't even feel guilty. I was just scared of getting caught."

Kon shifts to rest his chin on his shoulder.

"It- I must be so fucked up to not even... to have done that and not even care that I killed. I didn't even- I didn't feel guilty for murdering six people, for a killing spree."

"In your dream," Kon says, voice a little muffled from having his chin tucked against Tim's shoulder. "You didn't feel guilty in your dream. You certainly sound pretty guilty now, beautiful."

Tim sighs, slow and deep. He feels Kon's hand move with his exhale. "...Yeah," he says. "Okay."

"You'd feel guilty as shit if it happened out in the real world." Kon says it so confidently. So sure.

"I don't know. There's always the chance that I... if I actually killed someone, that I wouldn't..."

"We're not going there tonight," Kon says softly. "And you are freaked out that you didn't feel guilty. That's guilt by proxy already, from the real you. So you don't need to worry about it."

Tim squeezes his eyes shut tighter. "Doesn't count."

"Does to me." Kon gives him a soft squeeze with his other arm. "I know you. You wouldn't do that. You're making a better future, like we talked about."

Breathing comes easier, Tim finds now. In, out. Deep as he can. He feels grounded and safe here in Kon's arms. Not that he should have to feel safe, when his dream was about going on a killing spree. And yet, Tim is certain that as long as he is here, that's something he won't have to worry about. He'd never need to do that; he has Kon to keep him grounded in reality.

"Okay," Tim finally breathes out. "I believe you."

"I've got you," Kon says, and drops a kiss onto his bare shoulder. "Always, Rob."

It's exactly what Tim needed. His body feels absolutely boneless again. Exhaustion catches up to him, and he just wants to go back to sleep. He can't possibly feel this calm already. But Kon's steady heartbeat behind him, more obvious the longer he holds him... the easy trust he feels... that's real.

"I'm ready to try and go back to sleep now," Tim says.

Kon smiles against his shoulder, then smacks a friendlier, sleepier kiss to his cheek. "You're getting cuddled tonight."

"What, I don't get to jetpack?"

Sleep softens the rough edges of Kon's chuckle. "Not tonight."

Then, Kon coaxes them into cuddling, with Tim's back to Kon's front, spooned and held securely in his arms. As always, there is nowhere safer than being held by a Kryptonian.

Moments like these, it's impossible not to feel small. But it's a good kind of small, Tim thinks. Being held as though he could do no wrong. As though he's someone worth protecting, rather than someone who could cause devastation beyond belief.

Tim closes his eyes, reminds himself that he's loved enough to keep himself from going down a darker timeline.

The future will come at dawn, with light and promises. Choices he'll make that will shape him into the hero he desperately tries to be.

For now, it's so dark that Tim can't see a damn thing, and he has no idea what the right choice is, if there are even any he needs to be making. And the most important part is that he doesn't need to.

In these twilight hours before dawn, Tim is exactly where he should be. In strong arms that belong to someone who loves him. Who knows he'd never slip too fast, too far, for Kon to catch him and pull him back up.

Tim closes his eyes, and sleeps.

#timkon #cdw writes #little thing i wrote after waking up from a nightmare the other night haha

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flonautilus · 23 days

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Thinking about the way vox positions his brand and his own image -- his company stands for perfection, for innovation, for trustworthiness and progress; how hard he probably works to maintain a respectable image while wangling Val's whims. This is a man who, in a hell that respects pure brute power over anything else, created an empire based in consumer trust and playing on the human instinct to follow the herd, don't fall behind, keep up.

We know that alastor made a name for himself by almost deliberately playing a provocateur, upturning the status quo, framing himself as an unpredictable threat, and it's fairly consistent in behaviour patterns as well -- Alastor relishes in disturbing other people's sense of comfort; he turns to fear and intimidation as his first weapon.

Both of them use reputation as a tool but in completely opposite ways, and even in their personal relationships as well (another interesting point -- Alastor is much more genuine with people he does consider friends, like Mimzy and Rosie, but Vox never seems to fully let down his persona even with Velvette and Valentino? He has that big fake smile on with Velvette in ep2, and with Val he drops the smile but still plays the charming, reasonable, logical business partner -- at least until Valentino gets under his skin by mentioning Alastor. There's technically ep8 but I'm almost certain that's an exceptional case?) And both of them know very well how to play to their audiences

Well there isn't really a conclusion here but I find it really funny that in one season we're sorta already seen both of them break their own image to an extent? Vox obviously showing a total lack of composure on live tv, but also, Alastor's loss to Adam. Like I've seen some people say it's not a big deal because Adam is so strong, but the problem is that Alastor's reputation relied on the mystery of his power ("no one knows where he came from; he just started toppling overlords one day, and not small ones either"), and losing to Adam puts a definite upper limit to his power.

Basically he went from unknowable eldritch monster to like, powerful overlord sinner, but still a sinner.

Thoughts about recent leaks under the cut

You know what else is interesting? Vox's biggest asset is not his personal power (though it's almost certainly not small either) but rather the trust the people of hell invests in his brand. It makes me think that actually the primary conflict of season 2 will not be a physical battle (Adam) but a battle over the narrative. And who's the people of hell going to trust more, the overlord that's been providing them with technology and protection(?) for decades, or the princess of hell who's not here visible in public eye for ages, and heaven, who's been trying to kill them since who knows when? (obviously charlie stopped the exterminations which is a big plus on her record but that wasn't exactly a show of redemptive power was it? The strength to resist and unite yes but also the power of having hell's big daddy on your side)

And okay I'm not super sure still what vox is planning to do with hypnotizing the whole of hell, but I wager rather than any aggressive action (not his style) it'll have to do with convincing people that they really are irredeemable, that hell is the status quo and come on, do you really think those angels believe in redemption? Do you really think you can be redeemed after everything you've done? Pentious was an exception; he wasn't all that bad to begin with, and you don't think the princess' silly hotel can actually help you, do you?

And y'know what putting it this way it's suddenly clear to me why the vees are designed that way (because obviously they were planned to be one of the main villains way ahead of time) -- they represent respectively mass entertainment/social media/porn and drugs, all possible means of addiction and soft control and getting people to basically surrender to their own vices (more than hell already does of course) (gambling is another addictive means and I'm hopeful but sceptical that they'll explore it through husk)

But anyway. The Vees have much to lose if redemption succeeds (technically all the overlords do but eh). It's why I'm sorta hopeful that S2 and maybe S3 will feature a much more in-depth discussion of the topic of redemption? Who can be redeemed, what does redemption involve (beyond literally sacrificing yourself?), are there any limits to redemption?

Though putting it this way makes me think none of the vees aren't going to meet good endings ahshdd or at least they'll have to fall very very far to even get a chance at it bc why tf would you even consider redemption if so much of your power depends on people just giving into hopelessness and dependency? Not that any of them would ever want to be redeemed but...idk. and really that's a huge conflict in the show right? Charlie doesn't fundamentally understand why some people wouldn't want to be redeemed not just bc of addiction or other reasons, but the ones who benefit from the status quo (Alastor, vees, the overlords to some extent or another). And heck like Rosie and cannibal town helped stop the extermination but how much do they actually care for redemption vs getting a chance to eat angel meat? The show makes it pretty clear it's the latter. Charlie struggles to understand even Angel and it's why it's husk who gets through to him, cuz they can understand each other (but it doesn't mean Charlie's efforts are insignificant, they created the space for redemption in the first place)

And that's I think the central conflict of the show? That heaven (at least the side represented by Emilie) and Charlie believes everyone will to some extent want to be redeemed, it's just the lack of opportunities; Adam and lute and sera's side, who disdain and fear that if provided any opportunity, hell will always rise up and overturn heaven (ngl heaven and hell in Hazbin always reminded me of gated communities?); the vees who want hell under their control and in extension to convince that redemption is too far out of reach to bother; and maybe like Lilith too who I sorta suspect doesn't actually care for redemption as much as overturning heaven's authority? (But all we know of her is like a few minutes/seconds so like...)

Final thoughts but I was admittedly disappointed in the presentation of episode 6; for redemption to be worthwhile you need to show why heaven is so good, not just why hell really sucks, and imo the welcome to heaven song isn't really that convincing? It's a clever mirror to like a happy day in hell, but you can't just tell me everyone is happy every day in heaven and call it a day, like what's life actually like in heaven, rlly it just looks like a metropolitan city but in pastels?? Do people in heaven ever have personal conflicts; how are those settled; what does social life look like; happiness isn't just the lack of like addiction, poverty, pain, etc tho that goes a long way.

#inane ramblings #hazbin hotel #vox #alastor #might delete and rewrite later #it's a mess but i just wanna throw it out first #also inspired by like that really good post about alastors and voxs portrayal of power

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diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

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@hinnymicrofic May Day 18: Retirement

“Jamie, shhhh.” Teddy hissed.

“Al’s sitting on my hand! Don’t tell me to shush!” Jamie complained.

“Sorry!” Al got up hurriedly.

“Al! Get down! They’ll see us!” Teddy reprimanded. “Merlin, why can’t you two be like Lily? She isn’t murdering any chance of finding out what your parents are keeping secret.”

The scowling three boys and very smug little girl turned to the scene they were trying – very badly – to spy on.

Harry and Ginny Potter were talking to each other very intently, heads bent together. All four children burned to know what the conversation was about.

“I think Mummy’s saying something about flying carpets,” Al said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Pooh!” James scorned. “Why would they talk about flying carpets just because you like them silly-billy-Ally?”

Al went red. Teddy said something sharply to James, who grudgingly muttered an apology. The next moment, groans and exclamations of disgust erupted.

“They’re kissing!” Teddy sighed.

“Do we have to watch this?” Jamie whined.

“I think it’s sweet,” Lily said serenely. At further expressions of incredulity and displeasure, she gave them such a withering look that all three of her brothers shut up. “One day, I want a love like that.”

“We’ve been here ages and we still haven’t heard anything,” James began to complain after only a few seconds, because he was the very antithesis of silence.

“Well, we’re not wasting all the effort we put into making this—” Teddy waved a hand at the candle-lit table, “Date thing happen. We need to know what they’re hiding from us.”

“Just because they’re always whispering doesn’t mean it’s a secret,” Al said logically, in an effort to get back in the house where it was much more comfortable. “They’ll tell us soon. Probably.”

“I’m not taking ‘probably’,” James said, apparently on the other side now. “We have to know. We have a right to know!”

“Seems like your right to know has to be unavoidably delayed,” Lily’s high voice came, stumbling over a few words. “Cause mum and dad are going inside now.”

“WHAT?” Came the shriek of the distracted boys and they looked to see that, indeed, their parents were heading back to the house, hand-in-hand and laughing.

“Noooooo!” James collapsed to the ground in a very dramatic display.

Al howled. “Jamie! You’re on my legs! Get OFF!”

“I give up,” Teddy said, mournfully looking to the heavens. “I give up on everything.”

Inside the house, Harry commented “I think they’ve given up,” to his wife.

Ginny laughed. “About time. I thought the boys at least would riot and leave when we started kissing.”

“As much as their attempts at espionage are entertaining,” Harry said, turning away from the window to smile softly at the sight of Ginny fidgeting with the flower crown he’d just made her. “We should tell them soon. Too much fuss for a little retirement, don’t you think?”

“A little retirement,” Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the one leaving your career of thirteen years, Potter.”

“Point taken,” Harry laughed.

“Besides, didn’t you enjoy their efforts at setting up a date for us so they could try to eavesdrop? And fail miserably, may I add.”

“Yeah, I feel sorry for them. Hermione said they came to her and Ron begging for all those candles and the dinner and the flowers. So much effort just to fail.” He shook his head, though he couldn’t stop smiling.

“They are getting more desperate,” Ginny conceded. “I’m surprised Lily and Al haven’t been able to convince their brothers to be more reasonable.”

“Getting overruled, I think,” Harry replied. “The other two are a lot older.”

“Fine, we should tell them. I just don’t know how they’re going to take that I’m no longer going to be the star chaser for the Harpies. They love following the team and getting seats to matches.” She sighed worriedly. “Hopefully they’ll buy the ‘reached peak athlete age’ excuse.”

“Hopefully. We don’t want to explain quidditch politics and what it did to you to them,” he agreed.

Ginny sighed again, looking out the window to their children who seemed to be still throwing their little tantrum. “Is it wrong that I’m a little relieved? I love quidditch, but I hated the League politics and the need to win.”

Harry pressed a kiss to her head. “Of course it isn’t wrong. You can find a more peaceful career, relax a bit before that. Especially after how you left.”

“Says the auror,” she teased. “So. Tell the kids tomorrow? They don’t seem to be coming inside any time soon.”

Harry kissed her, and found a matching grin to his. “Tomorrow. Till then. . .” He scooped her up in his arms and she laughed. “I have a few ideas of what we can do. Use this little date they so nicely set up for us, maybe.”

#hinny #married hinny #hinny fluff #potter family #hinny microfic #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny fic #teddy lupin #james sirius potter #albus potter #lily luna potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley

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