#Kinda going for a GILF look

[azure-daybreak]

Citrine (July '23)

I've wanted to try and take another crack at digital panting and humans after so long and did my current PSO2 character

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[toxicanonymity]

consider this: down on her luck reader who needs cash and tries to sell something at joel’s pawn shop but he lowballs her and she insists she needs more money and he says “there’s something else you could give me” 👀

Pawn Shop

2.3k / sleazy GILF!Joel x fem!reader / masterlist

mood board by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

WARNINGS: I8+ Big girthy age gap (68/20s+) dark / perverted old creep Joel, dubcon nudity. Joel jacks off. Sex dream (oral m & P in V sex) and coming in public. Non-outbreak AU. TW Clowns, Drug/addiction references, transactional. Accidental horror then I kinda rolled with it, possible nightmare fuel?

He sighs, puts down the magnifying glass, and swivels his stool around to face you. "Best I can do is twenty, darlin'." His tired eyes are apologetic, wrinkling under the shade of his brow as he looks up at you.  "And that’s pushin’ it.  Rock's not real, no market for this." 

Your face goes cold. You don't know what else to do. The ring is all you have.  You need $75 for your bus ticket, then you're out of here, going to get a fresh start somewhere new.  You hold your hand out and the chain of the necklace pools into your palm as he lowers it into your hand.  You swallow thickly. It comes out in a broken whisper: "Thanks anyway."  

You walk to the door, dejected, being careful that your backpack doesn't hit any of the junk piled up everywhere on your way out.  You’ve never seen so many ceramic clowns. There’s a market for all those, but not a necklace?  You barely have the energy to push the metal bar of the door.  It’s so bright outside your eyes ache as soon as you touch it.  When the bell on the door jingles, the man says,  "Hold on, sweetheart. C'mere." 

You look back to the register and he's sitting with his arms crossed, thumbing a suspender. You walk halfway back to the counter. "Told ya I don't have anything else," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.  

He squints and looks you up and down, then scratches one side of his silver beard.  "How 'bout that pretty dress?"

You sigh. "I can't, I don't have anything else."  Your eyes fall to his biceps bulging out of his short sleeves.  There’s a faded tattoo you can’t see.  He has the face of a grandfather but the body of a muscular DILF with sun damage.

"Gimme a minute, darlin'."  He puts his hands on his thighs and stands up with a groan.  He quickly adjusts himself then reaches under the cash register, unzips something, and his hand emerges with some bills.  He turns away to thumb through them, pockets them, then hobbles around you to the door, his denim brushing the skirt of your dress.  He turns the sign to "closed" and turns the lock.

"Lunch time," he says with a raise of his eyebrows.  A pit forms in your stomach, but you suppress it. "Come on back, I'll show ya what I got." 

-

You hesitantly follow him to the back of the store. He walks slowly, like he's in pain. His jeans are tight on his ass, and one side of his shirt collar is creased. If you only saw him from the back, you'd peg him for fifty or so, but his face and mannerisms are older.  In the back of the store, there's more junk.  One corner has an old sofa and an armchair.  He sighs and his knees pop as he sits down in the armchair.  He looks at you and nods at the sofa, as if you should know what to do. 

"Fifty for the dress."

Your eyes burn with tears of frustration.  "I don't have anything else to wear." 

"Oh, you'll get it back, darlin'. Don't worry," he says soothingly. 

The blood drains from your face as you realize what this is.  He stands up slowly again with his hands on his thighs and shuffles over to a desk to get a bottle of lotion. A ceramic sad clown in a bowler hat sits atop the desk. On his way back to the chair, he looks you up and down and his voice goes up an octave like he's talking to a pet. "Hey, it's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna touch ya."  He takes down his suspenders and sits back down with a sigh.  He leans back in the chair with one hand on his beard as he watches you think it over.   He spreads his legs and rests his heels on the ground.  Your eyes follow the grooves in the tan soles of his boots as you think. 

Finally, you ask, “Is there anything you need help with? Any work you could give me?” 

He smiles and chuckles to himself, looking down. His smile fades when he looks up again with a darker tone.  “Fifty for the dress, sweetheart.  And ya get it back.”

You take a deep breath. 

He lifts his hips and shoves a hand into his pocket. He peeks at the cash and takes out a fifty-dollar bill to show you.  "If ya don't want it, I'll let ya go." 

You put down your backpack. "All I have to do is take it off?" 

"And lemme look at ya for a lil bit," he adds.  He folds the bill vertically and holds it between his middle and forefinger on the arm of the chair and palms himself with his other hand. It makes your stomach turn.  But it's fast money, and you're so tired, you just need to get on the bus and sleep.

"Okay," you agree quietly and feel a little piece of yourself float away. 

"Good girl," he says.  

-

You rip the bandaid off, pulling the dress over your head right away. You hold it in front of your body timidly. At least you still have your shoes and underwear on. 

"I'll hold onto that," he says as he lifts his hips to unbutton his tight jeans.  You stand frozen as he unzips then reaches into his pants.  He takes a deep breath as he takes his cock out.  You’ve never seen an old one, and you’re curious, but you don’t look.  He extends his free hand for your dress.

You stand as far away as possible and lean forward, extending your arm and practically tossing the dress to him. You avoid looking, but it’s hard not to see it in the corner of your vision.  You quickly go back to the couch and sit down.  

He drapes the dress over the arm of the chair and pumps some lotion into his hand. Then he wraps his hand around his cock and his fist begins to go up and down, moving a distance that tells you he's well endowed. 

You cover yourself with your arms, cower, and look away. 

"Don't be shy, darlin'. Only make it take longer."  

You put your hands down by your sides.  He strokes himself slowly and watches you. "Sure are pretty," he mutters. "sorry you're down on your luck."   You look away. "Nuh-uh " he says.  "You look right here."  Your eyes begin to water.  You look past him, to the sad clown on the desk. You're never, ever coming back to this town again. 

When he closes his eyes for a moment, you steal a glance and curse the pang between your legs when your eyes fixate on the thick pillar in his weathered, veiny hand.  He sees you see him.  He looks down at his cock then at you and a wicked look spreads across his eyes.  "Yeah, that's right," he murmurs. "Like what you see?"  He nods slowly as he pumps himself.  He adds more lotion. 

The slurping sound makes you sick. Sick enough to snap. You're never coming back, why are you doing this? You feel yourself floating back together.  

You offer a small nod of admission, stare at his cock, and wet your lips.  Because you know that's what he wants.  

“You can have it if ya want,” he says.  You act tempted but shy.  "That’s okay, sweetie.  Just take off the rest and this'll go faster." You don’t take anything else off. “Another fifty for the rest.”  He pauses his hand, holding his hard cock at attention as he gets out another bill from his pocket.  Arousal stirs between your legs, looking at his stiff member jutting into the air, ready to be mounted.  But no, not with this sleaze. 

-

You “pretend” to be turned on.  "How much faster?"  You ask. He accelerates his stroke  considerably to demonstrate, then slows it way down. He wets his lips with the darkest look on his face, and now that you're looking at his cock unabashed, butterflies swarm in your lower belly. 

"Ok," you say, and stand up.   You walk toward him slowly, taking down the straps of your bra, eyeing the bills in his hand.  "How much is in your pocket?" His eyes rove you hungrily. You stand in front of him and ask, “How much if I just do it myself?" You put your hands on his jeans and squat down.  He's pumping himself at a snail's pace now. 

"Hold it for me," he says as he digs in his pocket. “Lemme see.” 

"Not for free," you tell him. 

He chuckles and hands you the two fifties. You yank your dress out from under his elbow and make a break for the front of the store.

"Hold on now, darlin'," he protests over his shoulder.  You're putting your dress on as you scurry away, leaving your bag. The chair groans as he slowly stands up.  You bump into a clown and it crashes off its table to the ground, shattering. You reach over the counter and under the cash register.  His silhouette hobbles down the hall, suspenders swinging at his hips, as you grab the pouch of cash. 

"You don't wanna do that," he says flatly, footsteps getting closer.  You glance back and he's got his pants still undone, grabbing a shotgun off the wall. You tip over a display shelf behind you on your way to the door.  You fumble at the lock, then push it open and it jingles as you spill onto the sidewalk, blinded by the sun and  stumbling with nerves, part of your dress hung up on your panties. 

You fall on your knees and as you're getting up, he emerges from the store with his gun raised.  Thankfully, there are other people on the sidewalk who stop and stare at him with his pants and suspenders hanging down exposing his silver pubic hair, biceps bulging as he points a shotgun at you. He notices the stares and lowers the gun as you run away crying, pulling down your dress.  

The worst part is your primal brain finds this image of him to be one of the hottest things you've ever seen.  You stuff the pouch in the band of your bra under your arm and it gathers your sweat as you walk to the bus station. 

-

At the station, you open the pouch. It's quite a stack of bills and also a few loose pills. Oxy which is the last thing you need, but god, after that experience.  You count the money, close to $1,600, and you feel a rush.  It’s more than enough to replace everything you lost. You walk to the pharmacy across the street to buy some water, a snack, and some wet wipes to wipe down with because you feel filthy. 

Once you're on the Greyhound bus, you settle into the big, gray velvety seat with an eighties-looking rainbow design on it.  You still feel disgusting, especially because you can't shake the image of him in your head or the feeling between your legs.   A DILF sits next to you but you're too ashamed to let yourself look at him.  You discreetly take one of the pills from the pouch and doze off.

-

You're back in the pawn store, sitting on the sofa completely nude. He's shirtless with gray and white chest hair and a little tummy, but he's not too wrinkled. He’s wearing red suspenders. There’s a faint trace of faded makeup or tattoos stemming down from his eyes - narrow triangles, pointed downward. Somehow he makes it look sexy. 

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he says gruffly as he moves his hand up and down his cock. You spread your legs wide and touch yourself. 

"Fuck me," he exhales. "Gotta have ya, darlin'," he sighs in resignation.  He stands up with no difficulty, crosses the room cockily with his big dick in in his hand, and puts his hand on the wall behind the sofa. He looks down at you darkly, looming over you, stiff cock less than two feet from your face as he strokes it.  You scoot forward and suck his tip between your lips. He puts his other hand on the wall and thrusts his huge cock slowly into your mouth, bracing himself with both hands.  

You suck him hard, salivating around his delicious cock as his hips push him into your mouth. He grunts and moans and says "yeah, just like that," fucking himself with your mouth.  His soft, deep voice stirs a feral desire within you.  "Just like that, baby.”  You take him out of your mouth and he watches from above, stroking himself as you stretch out on the sofa. "You want this cock, sweetie?" You nod. He brings a hand down to the back of the sofa then cages you to the cushions with his body. "You want it in your pussy?" 

He reaches between your legs and lightly taps your cunt a few times, wetting his lips, then rubs your slick around it. You grab his dick and gently tug him closer. You wrap your legs around him and he slams his big cock into you, stuffing you completely full of him. "Yeah," he sighs. He retreats slowly then slams into you hard.  "Take it, sweetie."  You moan and he grunts. 

He repeats the action again and again, and it feels better and better.  His belly grinds into your clit and you watch his biceps flex. He pounds you and grinds into you and finally you burst.   

You wake up moaning on the Greyhound bus and the DILF next to you looks away, blushing. 

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[partycatty]

anything with Lord Raiden.... please.... GILF fuckers need something 😞

lord raiden > you unwind me

raiden can't seem to control himself... only when you're around.

warnings: idk it's kinda mushy ig, possibly ooc raiden. i played 8-12 and yet for some reason he's one of the hardest characters to recreate on paper.

notes: not stopping til we can power all of chicago.

[ masterlist ]

• you can't say you didn't notice how touchy he was, i mean, it was considerably obvious considering the distance he kept from the others.

• hands behind his back, posture straight, eyes down and concealed by the width of his hat. he was an enigma, yet you somehow made him twitch like no other.

• he was visibly unsettled around you, falling quiet with tight lips or even stuttering over his words momentarily before forgetting his mortal crowd.

• "if we were to attack from the northern border—" raiden's thick arm stretched past you, just barely brushing against your arm but his towering form sending warmth down your back.

• "excellent observation," his hand would fall to your shoulder, squeezing tight. you've had to pull away before his nails dig in on several occasions.

• "your form is off," the telltale indication of flirting in most men, his large hands on your hips as he corrects your mistakes in the thickest silence you've ever been in. jesus, does he even breathe?

• the smoky air of netherrealm flooded your senses, making you lose your momentum in the siege. raiden would often check on you from a distance as he obliterated demons and the like, but when he noticed a flying creature honing in on your position, he quickly teleported to your side and pulled you in close, teleporting you elsewhere on the battlefield. your body was significantly more... mortal than his. and with his incredible form, you were no more than chest height. the rest of the battle was a hot blur.

• you have also been a victim of electrocutions on multiple occasions, to the point where you almost had to host an intervention. he was so on edge around you, for a reason you couldn't pinpoint.

• "lord raiden," you welcomed yourself into the room with a bow, holding a metallic item he requested you retrieve. "i have the—" as he reaches out to grab whatever it was, the current from his fingertips reaches what felt like your entire nervous system and you jolted, yelping at the sudden shock.

• you'd walk into the surveillance room, hoping for an update on the spy cameras assembled at the black dragon's hideout. while it wasn't even raiden's priority, you observe that he stuck around anyway. you were dressed more down than unusual, relishing in the cool air on a hot summer day with a tank top with your work pants. when raiden locks eyes with you, the surveillance monitors go haywire, eventually blue screening. everyone knows who to blame.

• you can't really say you're opposed to it, either. he was a large man that was good with his hands, well-spoken, mature, what wasn't to like? he was the perfect eye candy during debriefings, though you knew better than to act on your little crush.

• "not sure what sparky's issue is over there," johnny murmured, pointing a thumb in raiden's direction. you both glance over, realizing raiden was quite literally doing nothing but standing there pretending to be useful. "he's short circuited more times than i can count in the last week alone. do you know how many monitors we've had to replace?"

• "it's hard being a protector of an entire realm," you attempt to justify his behavior. "you should talk to him."

• "yeah, because the god of thunder needs a therapist," johnny sarcastically chuckled, crossing his arms. "you give it a shot. he likes you."

• "he likes all of us," you defend yourself. "that's kind of his job." johnny shoots you a knowing look before turning to find cassie. you decide to take the moment of rare silence in the special forces to approach raiden with casual intent.

• "lord raiden," you smile politely, lowering your head for a moment. "on behalf of the special forces, i'd like to have a word with you." he gives you a hum of agreement, yet he's the one that grabs your arm and pulls you aside, out of earshot of others. he locks the door behind him as you two stand in the hallway.

• "er..." you feel yourself beginning to sweat, the seven foot tall man stares blankly at you, jaw clenched and arms crossed as he awaits your words. "i... we... have noticed a significant number of incidents pertaining to you or your powers. we were just wondering if everything is alright, and if you need anything, we—"

• "that is more than enough," raiden holds a hand out at you, and you swallow thickly as he uses your full name. a thunder god is not someone to be in trouble with. he pauses for a long time, eyes darting between yours. his lips part as he struggles to articulate his thoughts. "though i must admit i agree with your observations. i have been... unwound as of late."

• "unwound?" you repeat, perplexed at his wording. "is there something wrong, lord raiden?"

• he hums for a moment, lowering his head. "you will have to forgive me." your heart flutters at his usage of you, rather than the SF.

• "i do," your voice lowers into a more gentle tone and you feel the human urge to place a comforting hand on his arm. when you try, though, you feel your hairs raise up the closer you get. "sorry." as you pull away, a flush to your cheeks, raiden grabs your hand and squeezes it a little too tightly. that funny feeling disappears, and is replaced by a new one.

• "i have been earthrealm's protector for billions of years," he starts after a long pause. "i have seen the horrors afflicted by corrupted gods, i have taken part in the bloodiest battles of mankind. i have gained it all, and lost it all."

• you're stone still, wondering where he's going with this sudden burst.

• "but nothing... nothing," he squeezes even harder. "has torn me apart, piece by piece, more than one... little mortal." the glow of his eyes feels like it burns into yours as your cheeks heat up.

• "i feel as if i have known for since the dawn of time," he confesses, his face eerily still. "you'll have to forgive my bluntness. this is not my strong suit."

• "what isn't?" you had a feeling, but you needed to hear it to be sure.

• "...feelings, i suppose," he averts his gaze, clearly turmoiled by this realization. "it's you. you unwind me."

• "...me?" you reply incredulously. sure, you liked him, but what the hell do you do when a thunder god confesses to you? "you like me?"

• "if that is how you choose to word it, then yes."

• "oh." your eyes focus on his hand enveloping yours so easily. it's a few moments before he tugs ever so slightly, and the static feeling returns to your skin.

• "forgive me," he insists again, a wave of shame overtaking him. "i suppose it was a ridiculous ask of you to return those feelings. i would advise for you to for—"

• "i like you, too," you mutter, never once envisioning the time where you'd have to say such a thing. "i just didn't... expect it from you."

• raiden never smiles, as kind of a man as he is. you had maybe seen it once or twice, but it never quite reached his eyes. this time, however, he was glowing more so than usual as his lips curled upward. at first, it looked strange on him, but it quickly warmed your heart to know that you struck a chord in him.

• "that... brings me joy," he admits, and you can tell he's physically restraining himself from a full-on grin.

• well, what now? you two fall silent for a moment, electricity (for once, not real electricity) coursing through your veins as you relish in the moment. you wonder if he's waiting for a kiss, or for you to say something. these internal questions are answered when he takes a step closer, looming over your figure. his hands can't quite figure out where to land, eventually settling on the sides of your face. he drinks in every detail, every crease and flutter of color in your eyes like he just might forget if he looks away.

• you raise yourself on your tippy toes, eyes flicking between his glowing pupils to his lips. just as you decide to close your eyes and move in for a kiss, you feel him physically pull you away.

• "not here," he gently insists, dropping his hands to slide down your arms and hold yours. "i would rather it be memorable."

• "i'm sure it'll be memorable anywhere," you insist, almost feeling desperate for a kiss from him. you wonder if it'll feel staticky. "if it's with you, i mean."

• "you're too kind," he runs his thumbs over your knuckles. "we have time, my dear. all the time we need."

• raiden wanted to take it slow, you assume. who knows when the last time he had feelings was, or if ever. mutually agreeing to keep things under wraps, you shake your giddy feelings and reenter the room with your coworkers, glancing up at raiden. his lip twitches though his face is stoic as always.

• "did he take it well?" johnny asks in a low voice. "or did he strike you down, or something?"

• "...he's fine," you try to wave it off, sweating at your temples. "peachy, actually."

• your eyes find raiden again, standing across the room. this time, he's not pretending to do anything. he's just staring back with a friendlier glint within the glow.

• "he seems in better spirits," johnny shrugs as he follows your gaze. "told you he liked you."

• "i guess you did."

[baldheadsnake]

A theory on sukuna's curse and possible DID ?

I always had my own theory that a curse or demon is living inside sukuna (just like how he was inside yuji) that many would have not identified it (Similar to how kenjaku is not identifiable for most char like Jin and gojo who can't identify with his six eyes but soul,and how everyone thought Noritoshi kamo was an evil sorcerer while it was kenjaku inside that guy,but Noritoshi was blamed and branded as evil for the atrocity commited by kenny)Sukuna was blamed for everything as if he did it,but it was his alter/curse actually.I have  projected my own hc/ theory here too,but I am trying to back it up with scientific and manga evidence as much as possible. I would recommend to read the prequel before going in this Diagnosing sukuna's medical condition

DID (Dissociative identity disorder) : 

First off, dissociative identity disorder manifests as a defensive mechanism for the brain when a person experiences chronic abuse since childhood,they form an alter which won't be afraid of the things the victim was,free from the trauma or fears the victim or the real owner of body had. (ps: I am not familiar with deep psychological terms so please correct me if you see any mistakes).

What I am saying here is belly mouth kuna +the fleshy mask like part on his face or his second face are integrated and an manifestation of an alter on his body. And the belly mouth and the second face is the second personality or the  alter and they are the curse he is referring to (ch 271).

I can show that the belly mouth is the alter by showing the times he manifested as mouthkuna

(for the second pic,the manga had the markings but in the anime it didn't,since gege is directly involved in anime production,they might have changed last minute?).

If you also see his face in the epilogue,the mask is kinda small,barky and doesn't fuse with his face. Where he looks young,less scars and bold thick cursed markings.Meanwhile as we see his face further  like in the harvest festival,it looks fused with him,as if the curse blended with his body. Which means when he was a baby he probably didn't have the second face or they were very small to notice.DID takes time,and alters take years to form (mostly 6-9 years) and even so,they don't come out or become active the very next day,they become active only if a triggering incident happens like stress during aging or a resurfacing incident similar to their past trauma.

             Babygirl → Baddie → Dilf → Gilf 

Also looking at the origin of cursed energy,cursed energy forms from our belly and travels all throught our body,and where is Sukuna's second mouth located? Yes his belly. 

So he is saying "I couldn't help but spit out the curses stirring deep within my viscera" and the mouth located exactly near his gut. So what I am saying is due to his rough childhood he experienced because he ate his twin and born mutated,he developed an alter,that alter is the curse he's referring to,the curse then manifested on his body as the second face and slowly blended with him as he aged.(A metaphor to how  alters can take over,and disrupt relationship with others or ourselves ).

So this is my hc/theory, I tried to make it sound reasonable as much as possible even though english is not my first language, please try to make sense by yourself y'all 😭🙏😭🙏.

Ps: Thanks to @hermitw for planting this seed that sukuna has DID and letting it grow inside my brain.

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

To Emmet

...

Ingo has been adopted by a very larger sneasler. So you may have a new step-mom in the past. In the same vein, Ingo has been reverse adopted by Akari so you also have a niece. I wonder what or who's going to adopt Ingo next?

Anyway, have you apologized to Akari yet?

...

To Ingo

...

Do Sneaslers and Sneasels shed a lot? Because you can probably make a coat from the sheddings and finally become a purple being. Also you rock with the hot pink/dark purple feathers.

...

Elesa

...

Please judge Ingo's facial hair and outfit on a scale of 'wtf' to 'oh you slay'.

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Akari

...

So how did you decide you were gonna reverse adopt Ingo? Did you just look at him and go "you're my dad now"?

...

Lady Sneasler

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Do you prank Melli a lot?

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Drayden, if this man even has an account or if someone else has to rely this to him

...

The twins are now both Dilfs which now mskes you a Gilf. How do you feel about that?

Your ask has been distributed to all relevant parties, courtesy of the Arceus Inter-Dimensional Communication services!

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stuck-in-the-past: ingo says they shed in the springtime but attempting to make a coat out of it would be really time consuming since it's just a bunch of loose hair stuck-in-the-past: he says thank you about the feathers tho :3

gym-leader-elesa: Still undecided honestly gym-leader-elesa: The facial hair is fine, if a bit scruffy (god am I glad Ingo apparently can't grow a mustache like his brother) gym-leader-elesa: The outfit is awful though. Dragons above, please patch that damn coat you dork gym-leader-elesa: The Pearl Clan (?) tunic or whatever he's got under that looks comfy though, so at least he's got something

stuck-in-the-past: idk actually stuck-in-the-past: i think it started as a joke bc he worries over me like a dad would so i teased him abt it stuck-in-the-past: and then i kinda realized it wasnt really a joke bc he's the closest thing i have to a dad WHOOPS 🙃

stuck-in-the-past: i asked lady sneasler and she just snickered so i think that means yes >:)

[redirected from chatot/twitter] DragonMasterDrayden: "Both" implies that Emmet either had a child he didn't tell me about or his joltiks are my grandchildren

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[bihanspookies]

Can you please write NSFW headcanons with our gilf Victor Chevalier?

I SURE CAN

Gif credit @eurodynamic

• This guy??? This GILF??? Treats you like absolute royalty. I know these are supposed to be nsfw hc’s but this must be said. Treats you to the fanciest dinners, the most expensive clothes, beautiful jewelry (even if you don’t wear he’d get you a pricey watch or brooch).

• Victor has money, we all know this. Which means he’s going to buy you the fanciest and most expensive toys to keep you occupied when he’s not around.

• He’s very confident in his skills in the bedroom don’t get me wrong, but for the times he’s not with you he wants to make sure you’re being satisfied.

• When he IS with you, he won’t use toys bc again…. He knows what he’s doing lmao. He’d only use them if you specifically asked.

• Personally I feel like he’d be open to using toys on himself, but again only if you brought it up. Use that vibrator on him! Put those nipple clamps! Bc I know Victors freaky ass is into a little pain!

• I think he’d like very minor masochism. Yes he can be dominating but he loves when you take control every now and then. ESP if you’re sitting on his chest, raking your nails down his torso and leaving bright red lines and denying him any sort of touch on his cock? He lives for it.

• He’d have that charming yet smug smirk as he looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes, challenging and almost daring you to go a little harder. Not too hard though, he wants that perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

• Yes he will say the most sinful shit in French and even if you don’t speak it at all you WILL understand what he’s saying bc he does it as he talks.

• He’s got the perfect tone for dirty talk bc it’s kinda raspy and will shiver your timbers yfm.

• Likes to choke but just enough to feel pressure around your neck. He likes to keep his thumb on your pulse so he can feel how it speeds up as he fucks you.

• Missionary man, doggy man, against the wall man, shower man. His favorite is when he puts on of your legs over his shoulder so he can hit deeper.

• Hair long enough to grab/fist? He’s yanking to keep you from looking away.

• No hair/not long enough? He’s gripping your jaw or neck instead.

• He will slap your ass hard enough to make it red.

• He wouldn’t be into public public sex but he likes to have in open places if that makes sense. Aka on top of his building on the helicopter pad after he set up a nice romantic dinner for y’all two, on his yacht, on his private beach, the balcony of your hotel room that’s on the top floor.

• He makes sure you cum at least twice before he even thinks about himself finishing. He wants to satisfy you and make sure you’re being taken care of.

• I think he’d like finishing on your stomach and chest, but his second fav is cumming all over your cunt/cock.

• He’s not opposed to finishing inside you but after making sure it’s okay with you like 5 times.

• Oral oral oral, he loves making you fall apart with his tongue. He is a SERVICE DOM‼️

• He could spend hours between your legs and be there for so long that you get fucking chaffed from his beard 💀

• Aftercare KING. Makes sure you’re okay after finishing, gives you some comforting touches and gets up to start a bath with the nicest oils and bath salts.

• He’ll carry you if you need it and will wash you but more than likely you’ll go one more round while bathing.

• Victor Chevalier may be old but he definitely 100% still has the stamina and endurance to fuck you silly.

BONUS:

• Victor would get off on watching his subordinates fuck you and commanding them on how to touch you and treat you. He’s not a jealous man so he’d be all for watching the way you come apart on his soldiers cocks.

• Strokes himself as he watches and keeps a watchful eye to make sure you’re okay.

• He secretly loves when they cum all over you but will cause a scene if anyone finishes inside you.

• In the end he knows you’ll always come back to him 💕

[rosecabenson]

Okay! This isn't my usual stuff (mainly because I can never sit still long enough to write anything-) But over the past week, I had sat down and randomly decided that Munch and Fin are my new endgame because im gonna be old and gray by the time bensler GET THEIR ACT TOGETHER- But anyway, I just wanted an exuse to add more munch and fin fics--because there bearly are any!! And I wanted to test the waters. So take a...Join..?? Like John and Fin..? Munola..? munch and tutuola?? Do they have a ship name?? can someone check that out for me?? Anyway, take a John and Munch fanfiction :) That will burn, oh so slow--because we all need that kinda tension in our lives.

And some John Munch Enjoyers that ill be tagging, that I think might enjoy this :) :

@mister-warmth

@cherishsscene

@theorangejuicecup

These are the first 7 chapters! Let me know what I should name this fic, and if I should keep it going :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 1: The Long Wait

(Seriously, its been years. Get these GILFS together already, damn-) 

Somewhere in Brooklyn, 2:43 a.m.

“You ever think about how this is probably just a decoy apartment?” Munch muttered, squinting through the foggy windshield.

Fin didn’t look up from his cup of burnt gas station coffee. “You ever not think about that?”

Munch sighed dramatically, settling deeper into his seat. “Fair. But come on, three hours of this surveillance and not even a twitch. I’ve had more exciting evenings clipping my toenails.”

“You’re nasty,” Fin said, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “You bring the snacks?”

Munch wordlessly reached into his coat and pulled out a crinkled bag of off-brand cheese puffs, tossing it over.

“Man,” Fin said, grinning. “You always bring the worst snacks.”

“And yet you eat them every time.”

“‘Cause I’m polite.”

“Polite, huh. That why you nearly broke the vending machine last week tryin’ to get the last Snickers?”

Fin shot him a look, playful and exasperated. “You holdin’ grudges now?”

“I’m a Jew from Brooklyn. Holding grudges is our national pastime.”

The silence stretched comfortably. The heater buzzed softly. Streetlights flickered on the snow-dusted sidewalk, casting shadows that moved like ghosts.

Munch glanced sideways, more subtle than usual. Fin was staring ahead, one hand on the wheel, his profile calm and unreadable.

“You ever think about how long we’ve been partners?” Munch asked suddenly.

Fin didn’t flinch, but the stillness around him deepened. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

“Feels like decades.”

“Sometimes it feels like yesterday.”

Munch chuckled under his breath. “You always get poetic when you’re tired?”

Fin glanced at him then, a flash of something—something not quite teasing, not quite vulnerable. “You always get nostalgic when you’re lonely?”

Munch didn’t respond right away. His fingers tapped a soft rhythm on his knee.

“I’m never lonely,” he said, almost too fast. “I have… people.”

“You got conspiracy theorists in a Reddit group chat. Doesn’t count.”

“…You know what Reddit is?”

“Don’t dodge the point.”

That got a laugh out of Munch. Quiet, but real.

And then it was quiet again—this time heavier. Like the air was aware of something they hadn’t said out loud.

“You think we missed the window?” Munch asked finally, voice low.

Fin blinked. “For what?”

Munch tilted his head slightly. “I dunno. Something else. Something… different.”

Fin’s jaw tensed for a second, then loosened. “I don’t think we missed anything. I think some people just take longer to figure out what’s right in front of them.”

They looked at each other then—really looked.

Then radio crackled, spitting out static and boredom. 

They slipped into silence again.

Fin slouched in the driver’s seat, tapping a beat on the steering wheel with fingers half-numb from the cold. Munch, in the passenger seat, held a lukewarm coffee cup like it was a lifeline.

“Another thrilling Friday night on the force,” Munch muttered, voice thick with sarcasm. “Remind me again why we didn’t go into something more exciting, like accounting.”

Fin snorted. “Yeah, but then who’d babysit Manhattan’s worst creeps? You? Behind a desk? Please.”

They lapsed into silence again, not the comfortable kind, but not quite awkward either. They'd done a hundred of these stakeouts together—hours of stale air, greasy takeout, and waiting for nothing. But something about tonight felt… different. Maybe it was the way Munch kept sneaking glances at Fin when he thought he wasn’t looking. Or maybe it was the way Fin wasn’t pretending not to notice.

“You ever think about quitting?” Munch asked after a long pause, voice lower than usual. “Not like retiring. Just… walking away.”

Fin shrugged, eyes on the building across the street. “Sometimes. But what else would I do? This job’s all I’ve known for twenty years.”

“Exactly.” Munch turned slightly, facing him. “You ever think that’s… the problem?”

Fin finally looked at him. Really looked. And there was something there—tiredness, yeah. But also something softer. Warmer. Something that had nothing to do with the job.

“You good, man?” he asked, not unkindly. “You sound like you’re trying to tell me something.”

Munch laughed under his breath. “Nah. I just think about it sometimes. All the stuff we never did. The people we never got to be.”

The silence returned, but now it was loaded. Electric. Fin didn’t say anything for a long time, then quietly muttered, “Yeah. Me too.”

Outside, the suspect never showed. But inside that car, something cracked open. Just a little.

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Chapter Two: Almost Normal 

Location: SVU Precinct, 9:46 AM

Fin walked into the precinct wearing the same clothes from last night and a fresh layer of “don’t ask.” The only difference? The faintest shift in his usual chill exterior. Not enough for anyone else to clock it. But Munch… Munch would know.

And of course, Munch was already there. Sitting at his desk, reading the paper, pretending like he hadn’t been up all night sitting next to Fin in a parked car where feelings definitely almost happened.

Their eyes met for a split second. Just long enough. Too long.

“You look like hell,” Munch said, not looking up from his paper.

“Good morning to you too,” Fin replied, tossing his jacket over the back of his chair. “Coffee?”

“Already had three. But go ahead and try to catch up.”

Fin walked off toward the break room, mumbling something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “smartass.” His fingers twitched around the coffee pot. He hated this feeling—the one that made him second-guess every glance, every breath between them last night.

When he came back, Munch was already standing, tossing a manila folder onto Fin’s desk.

“Cragen wants us on that Bronx case,” Munch said. “Couple of pervs luring girls online. Real feel-good story.”

Fin grunted. “Can’t wait.”

“You sure you’re up for it?” Munch asked, and it sounded way too casual. “Didn’t get much sleep.”

Fin looked up sharply. “I’m fine.”

Munch raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you weren’t.”

Olivia chose that exact moment to walk by, holding her phone and looking suspiciously amused. “You two fighting or flirting? Hard to tell before ten a.m.”

They both froze.

Munch recovered first, snapping the paper open again like a shield. “Please. Flirting implies interest. I’m just too tired to insult him properly.”

“Right,” Liv said, smirking as she walked off. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Fin watched her go, then glanced at Munch. “You always been this bad at hiding your crap?”

Munch didn’t look at him. “You always been this bad at recognizing it?”

Their eyes locked again—just a moment. But it felt heavier than it should’ve.

Then, as if on cue, Cragen’s door opened. “Munch. Fin. Let’s go.”

Whatever that was? Buried. Again. For now.

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Chapter Three: The Moment It Breaks 

Location: Abandoned warehouse, Queens. 11:06 PM.

“Units in position,” Fin said into the radio, his voice steady despite the cold wind cutting through his jacket. “On your word, Cap.”

“Copy that,” Benson’s voice crackled through. “Go.”

They moved fast. Olivia and Rollins through the front. Fin and Munch circling the back. Standard entry. Easy sweep. Except it wasn’t.

The second they stepped inside, a figure bolted from the shadows.

“Hey—!” Munch barely got the word out before the guy shoved him hard—then pulled a gun.

Shots rang out. One. Two.

“MUNCH!”

Fin was on him in seconds, but it felt like forever. The suspect was tackled by ESU, but Fin didn’t care.

Because Munch was on the ground.

“Hey, hey—look at me,” Fin said, breath ragged. He dropped to his knees, hands checking for blood, for a bullet wound, anything.

Munch groaned, blinking up at him. “Didn’t know you cared this much,” he rasped, and even half-conscious, the sarcasm was still there.

Fin’s jaw clenched. “Don’t joke. You could’ve—” His voice cracked. “You could’ve died, man.”

Munch stared at him like he was seeing something he wasn’t ready to look at yet.

“I’m fine,” he whispered, softer this time. “I’m fine.”

But Fin didn’t move. Didn’t let go.

By the time the EMTs arrived, Fin’s hand was still curled around Munch’s wrist, checking his pulse like he didn’t believe it was really there.

No one said anything in the moment. But later— In the hospital. In the waiting room. After Benson had gently told him to go home and rest—

Munch turned to him and said, “Why do you care that much?”

And for the first time in twenty years, Fin didn’t have a comeback.

Just a look. Raw. Real.

And something in Munch’s expression broke open.

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Chapter Three: The Usual Spot

 Location: O’Malley’s Bar, Friday night, 10:42 PM

The bar was loud enough to ignore your own thoughts and dim enough that you didn’t have to look at them if you tried. SVU had unofficially claimed a booth in the back corner—half-shadowed, half-propped up with duct tape and denial. It was tradition.

Also partly because it was always the only one open-

Munch nursed a whiskey, watching the condensation on the glass more intently than the conversation swirling around him. Fin sat across the booth, laughing at something Rollins had said, relaxed in a way he only ever was off duty.

That laugh. Goddamn. It had no right being that contagious.

“You okay?” Benson asked, sliding into the booth beside him, tone suspiciously casual. “You’ve been staring holes into Fin’s skull for ten minutes.”

“I haven’t,” Munch lied.

Benson gave him a look that screamed do not test me.

“I’m just wondering how someone that oblivious made it this far in law enforcement,” Munch muttered, sipping his drink.

As if on cue, a tall woman in a tight red dress leaned against the side of their booth, clearly already halfway through her third cosmo. “Hey,” she purred, eyes locked on Fin. “You a cop?”

Fin blinked up at her. “Uh. Yeah. Why?”

She smiled, leaning closer. “I always feel safe around strong men in uniforms.” Her hand rested on his arm, trailing down like she’d done this move a hundred times before.

Fin chuckled, clueless. “Thanks. But, uh, I’m not wearing a uniform.”

The woman giggled. “Doesn’t matter. You still look like you could arrest me any day.”

Across the booth, Munch’s eye twitched. He took a very long sip of whiskey.

Rollins bit her lip to keep from laughing. Benson didn’t bother. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Fin, ever the socially graceful tank, just smiled politely and said, “So, uh… you from around here?”

Munch set his glass down—firmly. “You know, there’s a line between flirty and thirsty, and I think we passed it about five sentences ago.”

The woman blinked at him, then looked him up and down with a slow, unimpressed sweep. “And you are?”

“The guy who was enjoying a peaceful drink before you turned this into a rerun of Sex and the City.”

She scowled. “Wow. Bitter much?”

“Only on Tuesdays,” Munch shot back, cool as ice. “And nights when someone hits on my…” he caught himself. “…partner. Poor taste, that.”

The woman’s lips twisted. “Whatever. Your loss, honey.” She flounced off, leaving a cloud of perfume and wounded pride behind her.

Fin turned to Munch, eyebrows raised. “Damn, man. You didn’t have to roast her like that.”

“She was interrupting our night,” Munch said, focusing very deliberately on the table. “Also, she had the personality of a dishrag.”

Rollins leaned in. “Mmm. Someone’s testy tonight.”

Munch deadpanned, “Must be the company.”

Fin just shook his head, sipping his beer. “I don’t get why she came over anyway. I was just sitting here.”

“You’re an idiot,” Benson said sweetly.

“What?”

“You look like a cop. You act like a cop. You sit in a dark booth brooding over a drink and you’re built like a fridge. It’s like moth to a flame.”

Munch scoffed. “If the flame was completely oblivious and had no idea it was on fire.”

Fin gave him a look. “You good?”

“Fine,” Munch replied quickly, too quickly. “Just ready to get back to real work.”

“Right,” Fin said, still squinting at him, trying to decode the sharp edge in his voice.

But before he could push, Cragen called from the other end of the bar, holding up a round of drinks. “One more for the team before we all go back to our depressing lives!”

Fin grinned and stood. “You want your usual?”

Munch waved him off. “I’m good.”

As Fin disappeared into the crowd, Rollins leaned across the table and said lowly, “You know, for a guy who sees every conspiracy in the world, you suck at hiding the one going on in your own chest.”

Munch stared at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She smiled. “You will.”

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Chapter Four: The Interrogation

 Location: SVU Squad Room, Tuesday, 11:03 AM

It was a quiet morning at the 16th—no new cases (yet), no victims waiting (yet), and the coffee machine actually worked (a miracle). The squad was taking full advantage of the rare lull.

Munch sat at his desk with a manila folder, pretending to read. He’d been on the same page for fifteen minutes. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked toward Fin, who was leaning against the file cabinets, talking to Carisi and laughing over something dumb.

He looked too good when he laughed. Which was unfair. And uncalled for.

“You keep looking at him like that and I’m gonna have to call HR,” Benson said, dropping into the chair beside him without warning.

Munch startled slightly. “Excuse me?”

Rollins plopped down on his other side. “Don’t play dumb, Munch. We were at the bar. We saw your face when Red Dress Barbie tried to climb Fin like a jungle gym.”

Benson grinned. “It was somewhere between ‘disgusted’ and ‘one restraining order away from snapping.’”

“I was annoyed,” Munch muttered, “because she was loud and disrespectful and had the subtlety of a freight train.”

Rollins raised an eyebrow. “And because she had her hand all over your partner.”

Munch blinked at her. “He’s not— He’s my— We’re partners, yes. Professionally.”

“Uh-huh,” Benson said, sipping her coffee like it was tea. “Professionally. You wanna try that again with a straight face?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to either of you,” Munch replied, voice clipped.

“No, but you do have to explain why you nearly bit her head off like a jealous boyfriend,” Rollins said sweetly.

Benson leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You like him, don’t you?”

Munch stared at her. “This feels like entrapment.”

“It is,” Rollins chirped. “And it’s also obvious. I mean, c’mon, Munch. You watch Fin like he’s a limited edition vinyl and someone’s about to scratch it.”

“I don’t—”

“You do,” both women said in unison.

Munch dropped the folder on his desk with a sigh. “Even if I did, it’s irrelevant. He’s not— He wouldn’t…” He waved a hand vaguely. “You’ve met him. He’s Fin. Cool. Straight. Confident. Not exactly the type to fall for an old conspiracy theorist with two failed marriages and a bunker full of paranoia.”

Benson softened. “He’s also loyal. Smart. And not as clueless as you think.”

Rollins scoffed. “He’s exactly as clueless as we think. But that doesn’t mean he’d shut you down.”

Munch rubbed his eyes. “This is why I don’t talk to people.”

Benson patted his shoulder. “You do like him.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to,” Rollins said, standing. “Your face says it every time he smiles at you.”

Munch looked down at his hands.

From across the room, Fin glanced up from whatever Carisi was saying and caught Munch’s eye. He gave a half-smile, easy and warm, like it was only for him.

Munch’s heart flipped traitorously.

Rollins leaned in close and whispered, “Just tell him before someone else does.”

Then she and Benson walked away, smug and victorious, leaving Munch alone at his desk—emotionally compromised and very much aware of it.

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Chapter Five: Seeing It Now

 Fin’s POV

 Location: SVU Precinct, Wednesday, 6:32 PM

Fin wasn’t dumb. People thought he was sometimes—usually the ones who underestimated him because he played it cool. But he saw things. Read people. That was half the job.

Which is why it was starting to bug the hell out of him that he couldn’t read Munch lately.

The guy had always been a little grumpy, a little intense, but he was different now. Fidgety. Quiet in a way that felt loaded. Weirdly protective all of a sudden. And last night at the bar? He damn near snapped at that woman for touching Fin’s arm.

Fin had brushed it off at the time, but now? Now it was itching at him. Something was off. And Munch wouldn’t say a word about it.

So when Rollins passed by his desk with a smirk and said, “Mornin’, hot stuff,” in that way, he didn’t let her get far.

“Yo. Amanda.”

She turned, innocent as sin. “Yeah?”

“You know something I don’t?”

Her smile widened. “About what?”

He gave her a look.

“Oh,” she said, pretending to think. “You mean about Munch being all weird around you lately? Like a high schooler with a crush?”

Fin blinked. “What?”

“Oh, I didn’t say it,” she said quickly, hands raised. “Liv said it. I just agreed. And watched it happen.”

“You’re serious?” Fin asked, arms crossing. “You think… Munch is into me?”

Rollins tilted her head. “I know Munch is into you. The man looked like he was gonna stab that woman with a cocktail straw when she flirted with you.”

Fin ran a hand over his face. “He’s never said anything.”

“Of course not,” Rollins said. “Because he’s Munch. He’d rather fake his own death than admit he has feelings.”

Fin didn’t know what to say to that.

Because… it was insane. Right?

Except it wasn’t.

Except now he was seeing it everywhere. The way Munch always paid attention to where he was. The way he relaxed a little when they were alone. The way he’d look at Fin like—hell, like he mattered in some way Fin couldn’t name.

He didn’t know what to do with that.

“You okay?” Rollins asked, suddenly a little softer.

Fin shrugged. “I don’t know. I never thought about it like that.”

“Maybe you should,” she said, voice gentler now. “Just ‘cause it never crossed your mind doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”

He glanced over toward Munch’s desk. The guy wasn’t there—probably in the records room, dodging everyone. Classic.

But the idea wouldn’t leave his head now. Munch. Munch. Looking at him like that. Being into him. Maybe for a while now.

Fin shook his head. “I swear, if y’all been running bets on this—”

“Oh, Carisi’s got a whole bracket,” Rollins grinned.

“I hate this place.”

“You love this place.”

“…Yeah,” he said quietly, eyes drifting toward the hall where Munch had gone. “I guess I do.”

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Chapter Six: Gay Is Not A Dirty Word

 Location: Fin’s Apartment, Thursday Night, 10:01 PM

Fin had never been afraid of much.

Not gangs. Not guns. Not perps twice his size or ten years younger. Not even walking into rooms where the air was still hot with violence and the echo of screams.

But this?

This had him pacing his living room like a man about to jump out of his own skin.

He’d been avoiding it. The thoughts. The memories. The way Munch looked at him like he meant something—and the way it made Fin feel like he wanted to.

He’d buried the feelings under banter and bad jokes and years of no, not me. Because it wasn’t supposed to be him. He wasn’t that guy. He’d told himself that for decades.

But then there was John. Goddamn John.

Smart-ass, paranoid, grumpy-as-hell John Munch who always had his back, who knew how to make him laugh when he shouldn’t, who looked at him like he saw him. And for the first time, Fin realized it wasn’t just affection or comfort or some late-night stakeout bond—

It was love. The kind that crept in quietly and took root somewhere deep, deep down before he ever had the language for it. And now it was blooming all at once, and it hurt.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know who he was with this truth in his chest.

And so—God help him—he called the only person he could think of.

The phone rang twice before a surprised voice answered: “Dad?”

Fin swallowed. “Hey, Ken.”

A pause. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Fin said, pacing again. “Just… I know it’s late. I needed to ask you something. Talk to you. Whatever.”

Ken sounded wary but not unkind. “Alright. What’s up?”

Fin sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees. “This is gonna sound weird. And maybe messed up. But… you’re the only gay guy I know.”

Ken let out a breath that might’ve been part laugh. “Okay…”

“And I’m not saying that to be funny,” Fin said quickly. “I just… I don’t know how to say this out loud to anyone else. And we’re still figuring things out, you and me, but—hell, you’re still my kid. And I trust you.”

The silence stretched.

“Alright,” Ken said gently. “I’m listening.”

Fin exhaled, tried to find words.

“I think I’m in love with a man.”

He said it. And it felt like the ground shifted.

Ken was quiet for a moment. Then, softly: “Okay.”

“I mean, I don’t know when it started. It’s been years, maybe. I just kept telling myself it wasn’t real. I’ve never even thought about a guy like that before, you know? Not like this. But I can’t stop thinking about him. And now I’m wondering if I’ve been lying to myself this whole time.”

Ken’s voice stayed steady. “Are you scared?”

“Yeah,” Fin admitted. “A lot. Of what it means. Of how I missed it. Of what people’ll think. I spent my whole life thinking I was one thing. But now…”

“Now it doesn’t fit anymore,” Ken said. “I know what that’s like.”

Fin felt something in his throat tighten.

“I don’t want this to be a phase,” he said. “I don’t want it to be a fluke. I don’t want it to be something I run from like a coward.”

Ken’s voice was warm now. “It’s not cowardly to be scared, Dad. Especially when you’ve been taught your whole life not to even look at this kind of love. But it is real. And if it’s Munch—”

Fin’s head snapped up. “Wait, how—?”

“Rollins texted me three weeks ago and said ‘your dad is helplessly in love with his weird coworker.’ I assumed she meant Munch.”

Fin groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Jesus.”

“I think it’s kinda sweet,” Ken said, teasing now. “Two old dudes finally figuring it out.”

Fin chuckled despite himself. “We’re not that old.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Ken said. Then he sobered. “But seriously… if you love him, you should tell him. Or at least let yourself feel it. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Least of all to yourself.”

Fin nodded slowly. “I’m trying, kid. I really am.”

Ken smiled through the line. “You’re doing better than you think.”

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Later that night, Fin sat in the dark, phone still in his hand, heart a little lighter. Still scared. Still unsure.

But for the first time in maybe ever, he wasn’t denying it.

He was in love with John Munch.

And maybe—just maybe—that was worth everything.

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Chapter Seven: Testing The Conspirital Waters

 Location: Squad Room & Coffee Run Territory 

Fin’s POV

 Friday Morning, 9:12 AM

Fin got in early.

Not on purpose. At least, that’s what he told himself. But he’d barely slept, and showing up before the squad meant he didn’t have to answer any questions about the very real, very big realization that had wrecked his sleep like a brick through a window.

He was in love with John Munch. And now that the words had formed in his mind, they wouldn’t go away.

He thought maybe it’d be like other feelings—things he could push down, drink away, laugh off.

It wasn’t.

It sat heavy in his chest. Constant. Present.

And it had him glancing up way too fast when the elevator doors opened and Munch walked in, coat flapping, coffee in hand.

“Morning,” Munch said, blinking at him. “You here before nine? Did I time-travel?”

Fin shrugged. “Didn’t sleep.”

Munch’s eyes softened, just a fraction. “Something wrong?”

Fin almost said everything, but instead he said, “Nah. Just thinking too much.”

Munch nodded and sat down at his desk, groaning a little. Fin watched him lower himself into the chair like his bones were made of antique furniture. God, he was such a grump. And Fin adored him for it.

He hated how easy it was to get used to the way Munch looked when he wasn’t performing—quiet and real and worn-in.

He also hated that now he wanted to be near him all the damn time.

“You eat?” Fin asked suddenly.

Munch looked up, surprised. “No. Why?”

“Gonna walk down to get a bagel. You want one?”

There was a pause. Not long. Just enough to tell Fin that Munch had noticed the change. He almost never offered.

“…Everything. Toasted. Cream cheese,” Munch said slowly, watching him like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Fin nodded. “Cool.”

He walked out like it was no big deal. But his heart was hammering.

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They ate at their desks. The rest of the squad trickled in around them—Benson with her “Captain face” on, Rollins smirking knowingly, Carisi complaining about the vending machine eating his dollar.

But Fin barely noticed. He was too busy watching Munch eat like he hadn’t had a real meal in three days.

“Didn’t realize you were this easy to please,” Fin said, tone light.

“You should’ve figured that out by now,” Munch replied, licking cream cheese off his thumb in a way that should not have short-circuited Fin’s brain but absolutely did.

Fin looked away. Jesus.

He felt like he was fourteen again, noticing his friend’s hands and then hating himself for it.

Only now, he wasn’t a kid. He knew what this was.

Munch stood to throw away his napkin. “Coffee machine’s broken again,” he muttered, like this was personally offensive.

Fin stood too. “Come on. I’ll get you a real one.”

Munch blinked. “You’re being weird.”

“You’re being ungrateful.”

Munch’s mouth twitched. “Fair point.”

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They walked to the corner bodega together. It wasn’t far, maybe three minutes. But it felt like a lifetime.

Fin caught himself brushing against Munch’s arm once. He didn’t apologize.

Munch didn’t move away.

They didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that felt like something. Not tension, exactly—but weight.

On the way back, Munch asked, “So… what’s really going on with you?”

Fin sipped his coffee. “Why you think something’s up?”

“Because I know you,” Munch said. “And you keep looking at me like you’re gonna say something and then don’t.”

Fin hesitated. “Maybe I will. Just… not yet.”

Munch gave him a long look. “Okay.”

Fin didn’t miss the way his voice softened.

Back at the precinct, Rollins leaned over her desk and whispered to Benson, “He brought him a bagel and coffee. That’s basically a proposal.”

Benson grinned. “Give it three more chapters.”

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[cruesuffix]

mick has ALWAYS been a fine, cutie patootie, pretty and handsome guy. idc ginger mick, chubby mick, woman mick, straight hair mick, mick now, literally every mick era… and the fact that he doesn’t like how he looks like makes me wanna rip my shirt off in anger

anyway, what mick era do you like the most? maybe in order? :)

i literally SQUEALED reading this cause this is all REAL AND TRUE!!! also i need peepaw to keep his opinions of himself to a minimum cause all he says are untrue and false statements. idgaf if he thinks he’s ugly cause that’s wrong and he’s not looking at that in an objective way: he’s beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, handsome and cute. he’s also smart, talented, funny, charming and the coolest bitch ever. so peepaw if you’re reading this… shut the fuck up about how “ugly” and “dumb” you are, cause that’s not true and i don’t wanna hear you yap about that anymore!! ok sorry… just need him to know he’s being a little liar. ANYWAYS…

god… how am i supposed to rank these eras i love them ALL!! ok ok, i’ll do it… just know whatever place these eras go, my heart will be broken because i wanna give them all first place. alright, imma make my list now, remember this is my opinion (and it’s always subject to change cause i love all his eras so much):

at number ten: tffl mick

- i don’t really think about baby crue a lot. when i go to my secret mick pinterest board… as much as it pains me to say, i don’t go to my “tffl mick” section.

- it’s nothing against tffl mick it’s just… i have my favourites and that era i guess isn’t one of them. maybe if i actually worked on my coffee shop au it would start up.

- i think it’s just cause there isn’t much photos from that era as well. there’s only 200 photos of that era in my pinterest board compared to the 300-600 photos i have of the other eras. we were starved of tffl content tbh.

at number nine: generation swine - new tattoo era mick (aka depressed middle aged man, or straight haired mick)

- not loving the fact that he actually was pretty depressed in this era. no lie, he was serving cunt in this era. without the hairspray… he looked very soft and cute.

- exhibited a lot of tired dad energy. he just has this really hot dilf energy about him… well actually he was at gilf status here. idk i just think it would be higher if i didn’t know how depressed he was in this era. makes me feel bad for thirsting after him.

at number eight: divorced old man era (aka ‘94 era, or wet sad pathetic man era)

- i’d let that man give me rug burn… WOAH WHO THE FUCK JUSF SAID THAT???!!!!

- sure he was going through a hefty divorce but… he was kinda serving depressed, holing himself up in his house CUNT!!

- also i love the berets he’d wear late ‘89-97 they looked really good on him and i wish i could steal them

at number seven: gingerbread mars (aka ginger mick)

- i know i know, with the way i talk about him, this should be higher… trust me i wanna put it higher but… there’s other eras i love a bit more than gingerbread mars

- this photo should be illegal though… who told you to serve such SEVERE levels of cunt my guy?

- he’s so cutie patootie here though ughhh this era was so baby to me… he was in his twenties dude… makes me realize i need to hurry up and do something with my life cause this man was in bands from when he was 12. what am i doing???

at number six: satd era (aka the demon days)

- a lot of people thought he was scary when satd was released. idk how he’s just a guy. a really beautiful guy at that!

- there’s something about this era that i love. everything from his outfit, his evil glares, the makeup, his headbands… even out of all the makeup he just looked so sweet and comfy. i love hairsprayed to death mick a bit more than straight hair mick ngl. it’s just what i’m used to! not much to say here!

at number five: feelgood era (aka the “we’re so back!!”era)

- WHEW!!! this fucking era… how i love this era <333

- HIS THIGHS???? THE HEADBAND??? THE EXTRA FLUFFINESS OF HIS HAIR??? come on now!!!

- he’s at the top of his game and i absolutely love it. then again i love a good happy ending and feelgood was shaping to be just that.

- the only thing I hate about this era are those fuckass boots he’d wear on stage. they’re ugly mick put those down, they look like fucking rain boots is it raining on stage now?? sorry… moving on!

at number four: peepaw lite (aka current day mick)

- i love peepaw. he’s babygirl. he’s sweet old man. he’s every single thing in the universe.

- he looks very comfortable and happy nowadays so i guess ridding yourself of three evil bastards does wonders. i like seeing him happy, so yes, i have to put him up high on this list. that being said:

at number three: gothic peepaw

- this is the best peepaw i will not be arguing with anyone about this.

- when mick fully embraces his gothic aesthetic, he’s at his best. this is literally peak male aesthetic idgaf. i understand why he couldn’t dress like this during the stadium tour but he needs to understand i will always have a soft spot for this era. i think you guys know who i’m putting at number two.

at number two: MILF MARS!!!! (aka top era mick)

- she is everything to me. a mother, a friend, a confidant… a lover. she’s a style icon, her makeup is on point and honestly? she’s a diva 💜

- i literally wanna dress up as her for halloween. would anyone get who i’m dressed up as? probably not. would it matter? not one bit!

- idgaf if she though she looked like an old woman during this era, she looked INCREDIBLE. most of my thoughts go back to her and i hope she knows that.

AND FINALLY, AT NUMBER ONE: girls era mick (aka chubby mick, aka the love of my life)

- idgaf i love mick’s lil chubby era it’s my favourite. i literally love girls era mick with all my heart.

- mind you, the Crüe has always exaggerated micks weight during this era (largely due to fatphobia) BUT… who cares? who cares if mick had gained a bit of weight? doesn’t make him any less desirable to me, there’s just more of him to love!!

- i will latch myself onto his waist and bury my face in his chest. wanna sit on his lap so bad and just squish the hell outta his lil round face. that photo of tommy doing it only makes me wanna do it even more.

- oh, also… EHO TOLD THIS KAN TO SHOW CHEST WRF ARE TOU DOING PEEPAW WHO COUFO YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!??!!!?!!!?!! ok anyways, all in all girls era mick is my absolute favourite era of mick. do i feel a bit bad for finding him so handsome and adorable during an era where he was doing horribly mentally and physically? absolutely. is that going to change my ranking? not in the slightest i’m sorry!!

SO, that was my ranking. all in all i have to say: this man was always beautiful and will always be beautiful, no matter what. i wanna shake some sense into peepaw, but i won’t. like i said, i wish he knew how beautiful he is and I refuse to listen to him whenever he says he’s ugly cause [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] he’s dead wrong!!

[taviokapudding]

Simon Petrikov has always been a GILF and before the crown took over his mind, I think we can all agree long white haired - not ice king yet Simon was kinda hot before the madness set in

Now that I have your attention - hear me out AT fandom- what if Ice Prince in Fionna’s dreams is what Simon/Ice King thought he was throughout the original Adventure Time series?

I always thought Ice King having extremely high self confidence was just a gag or joke before we learned about who Simon was- but there’s tons of instances where he declares he’s hot & doesn’t mind showing off his body in the original. And with the canon 12 yr time skip, we know now everything about Fionna & Cake’s AU and Ice King’s actions to form the AU was based off the madness of the crown playing into Simon’s wish fulfillment, trauma, & life; but also a form of escapism from his reality as a lonely man in a world he cannot relate too.

In the original & first appearance of the AU Ice Queen is H O T {and I’m not just saying that as a pansexual} she is leagues more attractive than how Ice King was and I would argue looks more like what I think Betty would look like if she wore the crown. She’s wish fulfillment but being heavily crown coded explains why she’s no longer Simon’s mind/Fionna’s dreams.

But Ice Prince? That is way more Simon coded than crown & also doesn’t match any of the male background characters we do see in episode 1. What if that’s not just Simon wishing he could be more like Ice King but instead what he actually thought he looked like the whole time the crown controlled him for all those centuries? That would explain why Ice King was so shameless but also partially explain why Simon mentions in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake that he both misses but hates what Ice King looked like.

Yes it’s a Tuxedo Mask reference & an obvious sign Simon still has some magic powers, but you cannot deny that if Simon wanted to dress as Ice King he’d probably go a more Ice Prince style to line up with how he currently dresses. If the AU remained the AU that was all originally knew, Ice Queen would’ve been some evil Sailor Scout or Queen Beryl coded character to Fionna Campbell; Ice Prince wouldn’t be a thing if it was just an alternate universe. And that tall glass of frosty water is definitely what Simon wished he looked like {honestly me too, Ice Prince is so gender}

EDIT: Btw in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake, Ice Queen is seen as the icecream vendor and she looks nothing like Simon but way more like a cross between the Gunther penguins and crown. And yes I know Fionna “dates” Ice King in the original au - my point still stands that it’s still what Simon wanted/thought he looked like with the crown on. Fionna Campbell would be into a very blue robes & wacky eyebrows Ice Prince and Ice Queen wouldn’t be just an icecream vendor who’s nice to kids if the crown had influence still

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

Jinx was one of my favs in s1. but what annoys me about caitlyn haters talking about caitvi being abusive for hitting her which i do not condone.. its just there's a certain hypocristy to the situation when .. Jinx Hit Vi.. Twice. at the end of season one after Vi is fighting Sevika, Jinx appears like a Horror villian and knocks her out. and when Vi comes to free her at the end of s2 Jinx hits her and locks her in the prison cell.. and the caitvi haters.. could care less as they seem to think vi exists to save jinx and nothing else.

Vander telling her protect Powder was acutally a damaging thing to Vis psyce esp when she was i dunno 15?? as a older sib you do want to protect your sib but Vi's in s1 was consumed by it. it make sense.. doesn't make it healthy esp when your sib is blowing up/killing people.

and no Vi didn't know her sister was suicidal and.. also has her own emotions and mental health / being told she need to protect powder to deal with and when Powder/Jinx rejects this from her. def hurt Vi . for all the people who claim to love Vi.. they really just want her to exist for her sister and nothing else. but Arcane isn't Frozen.. and it feels they expected a cookie cuter disney ending where at the end everythings going to turn out ok . which ..was never the tone of the show. nor is it about killing the rich like Caitlyn. It was about Ending the Cycle of Violence. we weren't suppose to Agree with Silco drug dealing ways.. and I dont understand people defending a man who committed child labor/ turned his city into a drug pen.. or saying the drugs were good is the craizest of all when we see them mutate people that's not a man to be praised.. he's no idol.. He had his demons but he took it out on the poor.. and his crimes get overlooked to much .. he became.. a Captialist.. looking out for himself.. with some love for jinx but his idea of an indi Zaun was for his Benifit.. not Zauns. I like Silco but he gets babied in the fandom

. my fav was Ambessa and she commited child murder on screen which was quite horrific.. but she's also a GILF /intersting character.. and all her crimes in s2 get pinned on caitlyn.. which to me feels like kinda racist to ignore the Black woman actions in s2. Like she was a cool Villian lady and is just outright ignored.

Anyway I acutally like.. Every Character. i think my favs in s1 were jinx/viktor/mel was.. well she was hot haha.

didn't even really ship caivi until s2 I think I just like drama as compared to all the boring haters..

I got my own criticism if ya asked me the au ep wasn't needed/to much time on the black rose plot/ vis emo arc being just a 2 min song/friendship with vander 2.0 was very rushed.

inow I wasn't a super big fan of caitlyn but the hypocrisy with cait haters make my head spin. and i find it telling the asian woman gets the most hate.. esp those that call her white kkkcaitlyn again an ASIAN woman.. they be telling on themselfs..

adding on i noticed hate for caitvi in the caitvi tags.. pretty lame if ya ask me..

[incurablyromanticsblog]

I desperately need the cuntiest clit eastwood movie recs rn i think i arrived at the right place

Yea you arrived at that right place, I would say something salacious about that 6 foot 4 piece of crap but I am practicing restraint.

Anyways I made the decision to watch all Clint Eastwood Films and when I watched coogans bluff I made a new metric of rating movies called:

I’m nowhere near done but I do update it as i go. As for personal recommendations, if you’re looking for moves where he just looks good enough that you want to put him through a torture chamber?

1. Coogan’s Bluff (he’s so hot and for what? To be a right wing wet dream 😔)

2. The dollars trilogy ( do I need to say anything?)

3. Le Streghre (the last sequence, he’s giving hot professor who’s good in bed which is funny within context of the film)

4. Play misty for me (absolutely unreal how good he looks except for one scene where he’s wearing tighty whities and is giving Gumby)

5. Joe Kidd (he looks very good but I have never seen a more mid movie I tell you)

And for good movies of his

1) the beguiled (he looks fantastic but this movie is a gothic psychological thriller, and a good one)

2. Dirty Harry (objectively good movie as long as you know what it’s trying to say, and he’s also hot)

3. Two Mules for Sister Sara (if you want a movie where you don’t want to think and also don’t want to be icked out I’d totally recommend this one, kinda raunchy western rom com with Shirley MacLaine)

4. Paint your wagon (it’s a bit long but if you like funny and ridiculous stuff you’ll love it, I know I did. It’s one of his silly roles and he does very good in it)

5. hang em high (very very good movie, if you like to see him suffer please watch this, he’s very pathetic in it I love it)

6. Bridges of Madison county (such a good film do not know how he directed it, but fair warning he’s a GILF in this one, id still tap it but you should know)

This could have been more cohesive but I’m at work and I wanted to really answer this ask immediately!!!

Tell me how you like the films!!!

[halfetirosie]

QUINCY, I ain't gonna lie, you're kinda ruining this fun field trip to the prison....

(Prison Cell 01-04 React-os!)

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Edmond....My lovely Tsun Tsun.... My beloved Closet Pervert....

Sureeee, you're only wearing it because it's the uniform...But looking sexy af and impressing Eiden is a fun bonus!

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

2. 🚨 GILF ALERT!!!! 🚨

Two events in a row with the Gilfs, dude....Someone on the dev team has a hidden agenda....

Side note, this dude is handsome but I DO NOT TRUST HIM. Look at that side-eye!!! Hell no, he's SUS.

3. Oh, Quincy most certainly got himself arrested on purpose.

I mean, I already guessed as much from the previews, but still... I'm guessing there's a secret illegal Crowcave Tree logging operation going on through this prison.

And since Quincy is literally friends with old trees, he'd be REAL PISSED about it, and decide to take it down from the inside.

4. Yup, this prison is SHADY for sure...

Arresting people without a trial...plus Quincy acting real weird...

5. *Heavy sigh*

For FUCKS sake, Quincy....

The good ol' "I'm going to act cold and distant towards you and not tell you what the hell is going on, but it's only for your own protection!!" trope....

Quincy. Pal. My big ol' buddy. Come here for a sec. Lean in real close.

....

THAT SORT OF SHIT NEVER WORKS OUT. IT ONLY CAUSES A FUCK TON OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND JUST MAKES THE SITUATION MORE MESSY.

I swear to god....UGH....

6. YASSSS BITCH!!!! WE FINALLY GOT A GOOD EIDEN OUTFIT!!!!

I'm sure, but the lost 2 events were a huge let-down for me.

THIS ONE THO....

YES. I fuck with it.

7. ( -_- ) *Heavy sigh #2*

Quincy.... I think it's painfully obvious what he's doing....

What did I tell you??? Not communicating only makes shit messier.

Because SOMEONE wouldn't tell Eiden and Edmond what the FUCK is going on here, he's got no choice but to figure it out himself--or just, insert himself into the situation so you're FORCED to tell him.

UGH.... Quincy, you're killing me here.....

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Part 2 to previous post! More early Infinite Wealth ramblings.

Basically just... Kiryu. Yeah. If you know me, you'll know what to expect.

KIRYU IS HOT AUGH WOOF BARK BARK GILF ALERT GONNA DIE HMMMM YUM DELICIOUS GOD BLESS

skjfkqkskw okay. got that out of my system. I kinda cracked up at this scene. Ichiban's face here. The bit with him saying Kiryu feels kinda different, Kiryu taking of his glasses and Ichiban just going OH YEAH; THAT'S THE KIRYU I KNOW. Hilarious.

At this point Kiryu saying that isn't even funny to me. Can the higher beings of this universe let him rest? Like for real??

Deal. I'll take it. Peak. Let's do it. Let's do it RIGHT NOW. This dynamic is delicious. Clawing at my walls.

My naive ass thought the Daidoji were just going "yeah, you've done enough. fuck off anywhere you want and retire while we keep an eye on you" at the end of Gaiden. They're still making him work? HE MADE YOU ¥50BIL, LET HIM GO. God, these PEOPLE. If I see 'em, it'll be ON SIGHT.

I'm very honoured to be included in the game. What a cool surprise. Don't know how RGG Studios got a live recording of my thoughts, but I don't mind.

General thoughts about this little section:

-Kiryu seems like a very broken unit in fights and I'm living for it. This man is not leaving my party as long as I can have him.

-Kiryu is... I don't know. I know age changes people's appearances, but he looks like he's lost weight. Not just a little bit either. I'm worried.

-WOOF WOOF BARK BARK OUGH I WANT TO EAT HIM. OR EAT HIM OUT. BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD. One chance... just one chance, Kiryu. I'm on my hands and knees. How does he look this damn FINE?? AUGHHHH HMMMMM YUM

[koszmarnybudyn]

Dndads spoilers!!!!

Taylor reaction to link new scar, kinda gay dude, kinda gay

Wow this is cool.

I am expecting that tarot card the lovers inspired art now

Of course lark and sparrow can hotwire a car, of course.

Yay emotions, Will is so good at that

Wow link having a reaction to blood, love me angst

Idk what a humpy is tbh

Gentle repose :((

Lark and sparrow wth dudes? Whats up

Why normal is my fail boy

Zombie doodlerized guys yasss gimme post apo vibes!!!

Fuuuckkkk oakvale?!?!!

Barry?!??!

Fuuuuckkk he has slower aging...

Mercedes dead!!!?!!

We gotta draw gilf henry now

Your hippy ass is straight edge, thats shitty, i think if your straight age in the apocalypse you are going cultish..

How much is the time dilations if henry with the wierd aging is 60?

God normal...

Scary standing in normals way

He scamned yall, i know youre in shock now but that did happen

Kinda wanna draw scam holding hermie like a dead kid cause like..

I heard hermies a goose

Scam is being affected :(

Just thought of scam looking like pan kleks lol

"I dont want another one i want this one"

"I cant deal with another adult who think they deserve to die" ouch, but like tru basiclly all the kiddads/adults around them have been sopping wet messes of suicidaloty, these kids dont deserve that

"No hermie hated this guy"

You dont fucking come near him!" That was such a good line and the delivery!!!! So good!!!

Hermies buried under a lightining striked tree,

Will is really trying for hot henry winter with all these jokes

They brought back the sun

Link not being able to say anything nice about hermie even at his funereal

Wait they started traning them at like six? That's fucked up.

Also daddies had more workers? Cause i always assumed they at least used to, so did they?

I kinda feel like crying, but like crying blue balls, like not crying yet and probablly not gonna cry but feels like you should have so that sucks.

So Hermie's gone gone, fuckkkkkk.

Also i guess my cowboy au norm gets no gun noted.

[mxstball]

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

Ask game: unpopular opinion edition <3

...I'm going to ignore the fact that I'm asexual and I have a weird rating blindness situation, but some of y'all desperately need glasses.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

EVERY MALE PROTAGONIST FROM GENERATIONS 1-5. YES, ALL SIX OF THEM

They're the SAME FUCKING PERSON. Heck, Calem barely looks distinct.

But also

Gardevoir. I don't get it. Like, I get it on a meta level but I don't get it.

Lopunny. I see it on that like, kinda playboy magazine level, but it's... it's just a rabbit. Dawg. I swear people saw the pose in Generation 4 and assumed boobs on it.

Volo. Sorry. He's not attractive. Y'all just insert Cynthia traits on him where it doesn't belong. Either that or y'all masochists. Not kinkshaming, but that man ain't it.

N. That's it. Not elaborating. Just N.

Piers. I get it, but ig not for me.

Clair. Never saw it. She's really garish, and she's a dick to boot. Pass.

Delia Ketchum. Even with the mommy kink advantage, she's a 5 at best. Johanna and Grace are so much hotter.

Ingo / Emmet. Yeah no fam. I don't see it.

Wallace. He looks good, but not nearly as good as people say he is, both RSE and ORAS.

Steven. His dad is hotter.

Goodra? THIS SOUNDS LIKE A JOKE BUT YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT PEOPLE ADMIT TO YOU OVER TIME. I DON'T SEE IT

Giovanni. I get it, but no.

Silver. See above.

Malva. No. Y'all got bad taste

Lysandre. Absolutely not.

Diantha. She's a 6 at best. Y'all just were clamoring for another Cynthia again.

Larry is funny but he is NOT attractive. He's a 5 and that's okay.

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💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

-cracks knuckles-

LENORA. Ya'll can't see a beautiful, lovely black momma if she smacked you in the face.

Blaine. Listen, I don't like bald that much and I don't like old men that much but HGSS Blaine can get it.

Erika. Like, I know there's SOME eyes on her, but when it comes to Kanto girls, I swear she gets passed up over Sabrina and Misty.

The Kimono Girls. I had a crush on them as a kid, okay? That crush kept going over time.

Drayden is a Zaddy and is the best-looking man of the first 5 generations. Fight me.

Drasna. Dragon GILF. Need I say more?

Jacq. Mi esposo <3

Diancie is so fucking underrated that it's not even funny.

Magearna too.

Of all things, this is going to put me on a sus list but... Celesteela. There's some, but there's not nearly enough. Not nearly enough for that.

Raifort is the most attractive person in Generation 9 bar none (yes, even more than Jacq). If you think otherwise, you're wrong.

Hydreigon can give me triple the fun and I'd still come back for more (shot)

[ibusukiss]

Boueibu Rewatch

Thursday's for the Boys! 9

Boueibu OVA

Here's what I remember: "That took forever! It was lazy, too!"

At least they created a new opening for the OVA

When HK dragged me back into Boueibu after a bit of time that I wasnt super into it (freshman and sophomore year of college) I started back up by listening to the music from the OVA so i kinda associate this OP with HK haha

Atsushi dont say his name

I have never forgotten the thing En says about sakura trees being a graduation thing rather than a beginning of school thing - i think about it every spring when the blooms start up where i live

SEITOKAI ILY

"come take a bath" Ata cover your ears

Kinchan I relate to you so much

i am so glad they put the Zundar bit from the seitokai manga in this!!!!

god i wish Kinchan were in more of the show post-redeem he's so cute

ah yes, the flashbacks hath begun - really makes me wonder why they didnt just make a 24-minute ep

yep theres that kinchan line that represents the whole OVA

AKOYAAAA

i have a newfound appreciation for Io that i didnt expect - hes just so pretty haha

same, ryuu

I...have not heard Akoya's character song in YEARS. It was my fucking ANTHEM in 2015.

this rly shows how little Akoya is in the show T_T

Good looking boy! Precious human being!!!!

I guess this is a good episode for be to muse on character songs bc they are near and dear to my heart

My fav character song awards go to Akoya, Io, En, and Kinchan.

ok...with the recent trailer where Io is definitely older and has a ponytail (which i still am in disbelieve is even happening) - long hair isnt really a hallmark of 'successful business man' in anime. do you think.....he had offscreen character developement? do you think he isnt the money guy anymore????

hotaru really gives the gifts that keep on giving, their lyrics are so choice

"Oh is it that kind of episode?" Unfortunately, Arima

Arima is funny bc the fandom calls everyone their surname except for him - i know very few ppl that call him Ibushi, even Akorima has his family name lmao

EN'S SONG SLAPS

on the note of the recent trailer - the thing is, i dont trust boueibu staff with good-looking adult redesigns. so Im gonna take what they give us and infuse my own flavor where I can. Long hair Io is incredible tho - the last one i expected them to give long hair was him

kinchan's song is the one i can sing the best

oh boy im so glad that took almost 30 minutes :)

thank you En for reiterating that

kinchan is such a great character genuinely - hes so emotional and petty and so obviously repressed (reminds me of another boy i love *ahem*)

pon pon pon pon pon is a good bit

im glad we get to see all the 2nd years as friends

tawarayama sensei is a gilf

kinchan leg is still best transformation

at least there is a little bit more character plot in this ep than a normal one

"your love is in letting things go" has anyone understood what that even means

flying train is such an old anime thing, i remember watching Sasami Magical Girls Club as a kid and thinking the flying train was the coolest shit lol

Way-too-long story time: Kokoro to kokoro de is probs my favorite defense club song - its genuinely really emotional. I have a very meaningful memory involving it: like I mentioned before, HK dragged me back into Boueibu hell when it started airing and i went back and downloaded the OVA songs and that one non-sequitur Summer album. I was driving from college to my dad's house for a weekend and it started POURING rain, the most rain I have ever seen - and this is the Seattle area I'm talking about. It was A LOT of rain. So I'm pretty tense while driving, its dark out and pouring rain, traffic was way too fast for how many cars were on the road going through Renton that evening (google 'renton s-curves') and I'd just put my new boueibu songs playlist on - Ole Lovless Oblige had already played and I was HYPED about how much I already loved the new student council. And then Kokoro to kokoro de comes on - now I had heard it before so I knew it kinda well but i hadnt really emotionally connected with it during the OVA bc, ya know, the OVA was Like That. But with all my excitement about HK, and how heightened my emotions were from the insane weather, I start SOBBING listening to this fuckin song - singing along terribly because im crying so hard, trying my best to not completely fuck up driving. That memory feels like a fuckin emotional rebirth for me, it was a dang catabasis. I genuinely cant explain it - i think being able to feel nothing but unbridled joy and excitement about something despite a very stressful environment did something to me. I have never felt a high like that since LMAO

ANYWAY - next week HK!! and then MOVIE AFTER THAT!! Lets fuckin go!