#and she loves me. she does. i even died for her in the end. so that’s practically marriage in winchester language.

[2neaky]

Black orchid & patchouli has been in the air ever since the bathroom door opened. Sure, it’s died down some. Yet, still, the source of the smell is present.

Just a foot or two away from him.

She’s in her own world, listening only to her thoughts. 

He knows.

He remembers when she told him that getting dressed is her favorite part of the day. It’s during that time she usually turns her brain off, and allows her body to move on autopilot.

It’s the perfect chance to just simply exist for her.

It’s very calming, he understands.

She looks so at peace as she moves. So lost in her own head that she never really realizes that he’s staring.

He always does.

She doesn’t even know that his favorite part of the day is watching her get ready.

Her limbs move with grace; A true vision when she drops her fluffy, white towel to the bed, baring her body to the privacy of this room.

Their bedroom.

When it comes to moisturizing, her routine is always the same: arms first, abdomen, legs, then feet. Being that they’re just reaching the end of winter, gourmand and cozy scents have her preference as of late.

The scent of today is different, however; light, floral, and warm.

He can’t quite catch the notes—maybe there’s a hint of pepper. But, it isn’t offending. Actually, it works just perfectly on her; an added bit of spice to her sweetness.

So entranced by the smell, he doesn’t even realize how long he’s been pondering on it. He’ll have to ask her about that one, he thinks as he recenters his focus.

She’s moved to her stomach, rubbing the body butter into her skin. Off-white slowly melts into warm brown skin as she takes her time to massage it in.

Her palms, flat against her body, keep going in circles. Circling, circling, circling her lower tummy—right below her navel. So tender, gently pressing into the relaxed muscles of her stomach.

The first thought that pops into his head: a baby. 

He almost laughs out loud, it’s so stupid. So ridiculous how such a simple act—his woman taking care of herself—can get him to think of something so intense. So life changing.

It’s scary, the idea of having a family of his own. But … with her? 

That alone settles him. 

If anyone has the potential to be the perfect mother, it’s her. He believes in her. So much.

“Terry?”

Her voice is pure silk. He almost doesn’t hear it.

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking up the small tub of body butter, she outstretches her hand to him. Its sparkling scent fills the air, it’s all he smells.

“Help me, please?”

He looks up from the swirled butter in the tub to warm brown eyes, staring back at him over a shoulder. 

Her back is presented to him. The divot of her spine runs down its middle, tailed by twin dimples at the small of her back.

Below the left dimple, closer to her hip rather than directly under it, is his name in scripted black ink: ��𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅. 

It’s so tiny, that his thumb covers it every time he holds her there.

And below that is an ass that he feels blessed to see every day. It sits up, the brown skin smooth and unmarred. She’s got subtle hip dips that give way to wide thighs, granting the prettiest pear-shape. 

He can hardly resist the urge to take a bite every time he sees her this way.

“You never ask me for help,” he smirks, scooting towards the bed’s edge to get closer.

“I know, but … I decided to be a little lazy today,” she smiles. 

And he loves when she does. The way the corners of her eyes crinkle up, adding a comforting sense of familiarity and warmth to the expression.

He feels lucky that’s it’s the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and the last thing he sees when he goes to sleep. That’s a smile he’d love for his child to see, growing up.

He’s not letting this one go, huh?

Wordlessly, he sets the tub down in his lap and scoops a dollop up with a finger. Spreading it over his palm, he then rubs both hands together. The smooth butter warms quickly in his hands.

He starts at her shoulder blades, dragging his hands down her skin. He’s careful, trying to mimic her tenderness. It comes so natural to her, evident in the way her body languidly moves. 

He wonders if she can tell that it isn’t the same for him? The pressure he applies is uneven—unsure. His hands move with the weight of his past, one of a former Marine.

Hands trained to be a weapon, now being used to massage lotion into the tender skin of his love.

They’ve been together for so long. These hands have touched every part of her body, more times than he can even think to count. He knows her body so well, yet still feels as though it’s a privilege that she’s allowed him to be apart of her regimen. Her favorite part of her day.

He takes more crème into his hands; this time his hands run down the spout of her spine, fingers molding to the contours of her body. He makes sure to get her sides, too. Can’t leave those dry.

Then he finally gets to the bottom. His fingers start at the small of her back before they slow spread out. His fingers curl ‘round the bones of her hips, thumbs massaging whatever’s left of the crème into her skin.

His hands do one last pass down her back, then he has to pull them away. 

Standing between his legs, she slowly spins, now presenting her front to him. He swallows. 

First, his eyes fall between her legs to fat lips thinly veiled by a trimmed bed of dark curls. Then, they slowly lift to the basin of her stomach, up her torso, through the valley of her breasts, and finally, to her round face.

A grateful smile is on her full lips, the apples of her cheeks lifted, too.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, still, yet in her eyes there’s contemplation. Her thoughts are rolling over in her head, he can tell. And that’s why he doesn’t pull away—only stays in place, waiting on her next few words.

“You can help me some more, if you want.”

This time, he’s the one smiling, though it’s nowhere near as innocent as hers. Without any objection, he dips a finger back in the tub of lotion and rubs some between his hands.

“Turn around,” he mumbles, matching her quiet volume. 

Each careful step she takes in turning her back to him makes her ass jiggle. And when it’s presented to him once again, he wastes no time making the wide surface shine.

Like a sculptor whose hands mold and shape the clay before them, he kneads the fat with a renewed sense of expertise. He makes sure to cover the fronts of her hips to the flanks of her ass. 

And when he gets those parts, his hands encase her hips and lays two, quick taps to the side of her left cheek. He lets himself smirk, watching the fat ripple.

“Turn around.”

She does it wordlessly, carefully raising her forearms to avoid hitting his head. When they face each other again, he pulls her in close by her waist. Letting temptation win, he presses a smooch right above her belly button.

“Terry,” she giggles.

Wordlessly, he smirks, more so to himself as he sets the tub of lotion to the side.

He gathers more crème onto his hands before they snake behind her, diving for the underside of her bottom. He’s taking his job serious, making sure to moisturize every crevice of skin hidden by a fold—he even lifts it if he has to.

So concentrated on the task, the gentle weight of hands on his shoulders slips by his notice. But, he does realize they’re there when her fingers press into his skin—just as he’s pulls her cheeks apart.

His head cranes up, finding those chocolate brown eyes lower than usual. Much less focused, too.

This time, when he does it again, he doesn’t look away. His fingers reach just a little further, the tips of them barely grazing between her cheeks. His grip gets a little tighter, too, and his hands pull them just a little bit further apart.

For a moment, he holds her open. As the warm air of the room hits her newly exposed parts, her hole clenches. Her pussy even flutters. The reactions her body makes are thoughtless.

And so is the movement of his hand when he swipes a middle finger up her crack, stopping it just over her puckered hole. 

He taps it once. Twice. 

The little thing winks beneath the pad of his finger. His gaze falls to the globes of fat he holds in his big hands. 

“When’s the last time we played back here?”

Shyness bleeds onto her face. She tries to hide it with a lifted shoulder, though the corners of her spreading lips can’t be concealed. 

“A while,” she mumbles.

The sweet sound of a hum made in agreement resounds. Circles of hazel flick upwards to meet her gaze again.

“Yeah … s’been a while, huh? You cleaned good?”

Her heart stammers behind her rib cage. It leaves her almost breathless. 

“Terry,” she warns.

His finger had never moved from that spot. It circles the taught skin. “What? You busy today?”

Her eyes flutter. One of her hands on his shoulders drops to his bicep, giving it a weak squeeze. “Y-yes.”

“Yes to both? And with what?”

As her mouth opens, her words get caught in her throat. That finger applies a soft pressure that sends her pussy into a frenzy.

“Yes, and g-groceries, Terry.” She had almost whined out.

“Aldis not going nowhere.” He smirks up at her.

She shivers, feeling that finger angling to press its tip right at her hole. “The—I don’t want t-to be there when it’s c-crowded.”

He half-shrugs with a clueless frown. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, which only makes him more determined. It seems he hasn’t fully convinced her to abandon her responsibilities, something he’s been too comfortable doing himself since he met her.

“Remember how wet you got last time?” He leans in closer, face just centimeters away from her pussy as he lowers his voice for her to only hear. “I didn’t even touch her.”

The corners of his mouth raise even higher as he looks into her eyes, seeing them glaze over in real-time as her brain replays the distant memory.

“All I did, was play with—“ His finger double-taps at her un-stretched hole again. “You made such a mess. You think you could do that again?”

She dismisses a whimper as she remembers how she felt like a leaking faucet that night. Beneath her, the sheet was a mess, soaked. Her thighs only trembled as her pussy dribbled, globs of slick rolling down its inner-sides.

Her breath hitches, feeling the rough pad of that finger slide back and forth over her. It’s like a splash of cold water, bringing her back to focus.

The gentle musk of her arousal hits his nose. It mixes deliciously with the scent of her crème.

“I’ll get the groceries this week.”

Her eyes almost cross as that finger presses harder against her hole.

“Just lemme do this.”

‘Yes’ and ‘no’ become a blur in her mind. She doesn’t even hear herself when she mumbles the one beginning with ‘y.’

She didn’t think twice about it when he told her to get on the bed, face down and ass to the sky. The position’s got her open and needy. While the water runs distantly in the background, her brain is fuzzy.

All it can do is conjure up thoughts of how far he’ll go this time. There’s only been one time she took his dick through the back, all other times it was his hand. 

She hopes they can turn that one time into two. The thought almost makes her drool into the pillow.

She doesn’t hear when the bathroom faucet squeaks as it’s closed. Or when Terry emerges from the bathroom, muttering about having to fix that later.

Just feet away from the bed, he admires the picture before him: a gift, all spread out and open for him.

“Now, ain’t you a sight?”

His voice brings her from her reverie. The only response she gives is to reach behind and pull those shiny, smooth cheeks apart to show him how her body yearns for his touch.

Both holes clench. Beads of slick glisten through the hair closest to the opening of her cunt.

He takes slow steps towards her. “Look at the mess I created.” He chuckles to himself, barely shaking his head. “Guess I gotta clean it up, huh?”

Dumbly, her face pressed to the sheets, she nods. 

When he’s finally behind her, his hands take their treasured spots over her hips—left thumb covering his name, as always.

“How should I clean it up, baby?”

Her eyes falls closed as she tries to focus on speaking her thoughts.

“Hm?”

“U-use your tongue, first.”

His face brightens with a toothy smile. “First? Oh, there’s more,” he laughs.

He can’t tell if it’s a hum or a moan she makes, maybe it’s both. But he does understand when she nods.

“Well how you want me to finish the job, when I’m done using my tongue?”

She can hear the amusement in his voice, the smirk on his lips. Quite frankly, she’s too horny to be timid about it.

“Your dick—“

He almost blanches at her boldness. But his shock gives way to a new wave of arousal.

“Want it, Terry,” she speaks breathlessly. “Wanna feel—“ she reaches back again to spread herself again. “—feel full.”

His fingers sink further into the fat of her hips as he gathers all the moisture he can in his mouth. There’s a quick shift of his jaw, then a bullet of spit shoots past his puckered lips and hits his target dead-center.

Her body twitches from the impact. “Oh…” she moans softly.

The translucent, bubbly glob of spit rolls over the tight ring, making it shine. It dribbles down further, slipping down the slide of her crack and finding its way into her shallow bed of curls.

He catches her pussy do a little flutter. The tiny reaction prompts him to lift a hand from a hip, only to slam it back down against her right cheek.

Her back bows inward, a quiet mewl coming from her.

“Yeaah, keep it just like that… Just like … that.”

She hadn’t even heard the shift of his body—only felt his soft, warm, velvety tongue lave against her hole.

A gasp—she almost inches forward before remembering not to run from such pleasure. Terry’s never liked that.

“Mmh…”

There’s a tenderness that spreads throughout her cunt as his hum provides a soft vibration for her. Every time her body bears down, there’s an ache in her core.

He laps against her one more time before pulling the taut skin into his mouth to suck on. There’s hardly any give, but he doesn’t stop. His hands keep her spread apart as he continues burying his face in her ass. 

Terry’s never been a man too scared to get messy, especially when it counts. And when it comes to his woman, trust that it counts.

Slobbing her down, his own spit coats the lower half of his face as he tongues her hole down without coming up for air. The wide, wet muscle is putting in overtime to work her open. 

Her moans goad him on, even if they are muffled by the sheets.

“Mh … mmh,” he groans, eyes closed as he devours her like a meal. 

One hand lifts, immediately falling back down against the plump skin of her asscheek. The spank is sharp, it echoes in her ears.

“Shit,” she hisses, face screwing up as his tongue breaks past her rim.

He pulls back, if only to admire his work so far. In between her cheeks glisten. And, what’s more, is that she’s dripping onto the bed.

Just like last time.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yess, baby, yes.”

Wordlessly, he dives back in. The same hand he used to smack her earlier, leaves its spot once again. 

She anticipates another slap, catches herself almost begging for it, actually. However, she gets a better surprise:

His hand, warm and soft, slides over her pussy with ease to cup it from underneath. She flinches when his fingers barely rub over her swollen clit.

That doesn’t last too long; Terry’s hand retreats, fingers poised just at the opening of her drooling cunt.

With too much ease, both middle and ring fingers slip in.

She whimpers.

They sink right in with wet suction, her pussy spurting around them. His heavy fingers settle comfortably in a familiar spot within her tight and slippery heat as her body seems to instantly mold around them.

Every time Terry’s in it, he almost swears she’s truly an endless portal into ecstasy. 

And while his mind finds itself caught on the wonders of her pussy, his mouth still wrecks her even tighter hole; His tongue digs into her, his fingers are pressing into her G-spot—it all stuns her. She can hardly breathe, feeling him push and prod. 

One particularly loud slurp of his makes her eyes roll back. Her pussy flutters, feeling a glob of his spit roll down her crack.

“Wanna fuck you. Fuck you with my tongue—“

She moans in agreement. The guttural sound transcends past the thick sheets.

“Hold it open.”

Although his voice is low, she still hears every word Terry mutters.

With an abundance of eagerness that her body can barely contain, she reaches back to hold herself open for him. 

As Terry remains knuckles deep within her, aiding in the escape of her sticky sap from her cunt, he pushes his tongue back into her ass.

She sloshes as he fucks his fingers up into her. Milky white and almost frothy cream runs down the palm of his hand to his wrist.

He doesn’t move his head, too desperate for her body to pull away. Instead, he tires himself with fucking into her by dragging his tongue in and out, his pace quickening. The ache of his jaw and the burn of the overworked muscle does nothing to dissuade him. 

One must work for their pleasure, he knows that.

“Oh … ohh … ah—aauhh!”

Her whines work alongside the tightening of her body. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t let up or slow down.

In fact, he receives her orgasm with an open palm, letting her pussy spill into it. Her squirt splashes against his forearm and the bed. And still, his hand never stops.

“Y’know … I was thinking about how much … how much I wanna make you a mom.”

His words come out airy and light, but that doesn’t diminish their effect. Her body responds, clamping tighter around his fingers.

A deep chuckle rises out of him. “You like that?”

Her only response is an incoherent moan as she pushes her hips back on his hand.

“Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Yes,” her voice waivers.

When he pulls his hand out of her, it’s like a great loss. Suddenly, her world is empty without him. She wants to cry.

“Yeah, me too.”

When Terry finally pulls his dick out, he’s got more than enough of her cum on-hand to lube himself up. The creamy mess of her cunt is more than enough material to get him rock hard—not that he wasn’t already.

Taking himself in hand, he slowly lifts his heavy cock and drops it right between her ass cheeks. 

About two inches wide starting at the tip, his dick only gets slightly wider towards the base. Its underside has got that one vein running along it. She always licks at it when presented with such an opportunity.

A heated tint of flushed pink blossoms over the bulbous tip, dying down to a darker shade of brown along his shaft. It curves just to the left, the perfect angle that always seemed to knock against her walls perfectly.

Pulling his hips backward, he watches his dick drag against her supple skin, falling closer towards her center. When it’s just his tip left touching her, he takes ahold of himself at the base and slowly pushes forward.

He slips against her underside, burrowing into her thin bed of curls. The head knocks against her clit, triggering a stronger quake in her thighs.

Terry puckers his lips to spit another thick loogey, watching it land on her puckered rim. It winks back at him.

She can’t tell what goes in first, his thumb or his dick. All she knows is that he’s about nine inches deep in her cunt, and that there’s a thumb sinking into her ass.

There’s a delay before a long-winded, singular moan falls out of her mouth. All of her breath is caught in her chest. Her body is tense.

“Breath, baby. Breathe,” he reminds her.

Her brain buzzes. His words really only get through to her once his hand washes over her back like a cool rag.

That’s all it takes for her body to relax—somewhat at least. Her shoulders relax and her back even sinks inward.

A softer, much shorter moan leaves her, and the arching of her back accentuates the ache caused by his dick pressing against her walls. If either of them would look, they’ll see the outline of him, poking through her lower tummy in a small bulge.

Her pussy, stretched to its capacity, flutters around him, almost like it’s trying to swallow more than it can handle.

“S-so heavy,” she mumbles, gripping the sheets.

“But you like it,” he smiles. “I could tell, hm?”

Terry pushes in the last inch, taking too much joy in the broken whimper that leaves her. She’s suffocating, squeezing him and bathing him in wetness all the same. In this deep, he feels a soft, spongy wall pressing against his tip. 

“What’s that?” He shifts inside, nudging at that wall.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t look back, face too screwed up to see the horrific smile on his face.

“Huh?”

She almost wails out. Her hands twitch, itching to reach for her stomach. To cradle it as the deep ache within her reaches new heights.

“C’mon, talk to me.” 

The rest of his fingers splay out over the small of her back as he pushes his thumb deeper into her ass. The thin stretch of muscle separating the two pleasure zones allows him to feel the curvature of himself, sitting deep in her walls.

“I’m in your stomach?”

Teeth gritted, she nods her head as fast as she can.

“You so quiet already.” Gentle and slow, he pulls out some inches, granting her relief. “I don’t like that.”

He slides his hips back in, pushing his dick right up against her cervix.

“GOD—“

“Yeah, like that.” He pulls out again, only to give her yet another deep stroke. “Keep doing that. Keep talking to me—”

“H-ooh—T-Terry!”

“Yes, baby,” he groans out over the sound of his hips meeting her ass. “Tell me, tell me how good it feels.”

“Ffuuuck!”

She writhes beneath him, shouting out ragged moans as he’s digging her out. 

Every time he pulls out, his dick is wetter and wetter. It goes from shining with her juices to caked in her crème in just a few strokes. 

Around her stretched hole is a mess, covered in her frothy release. It all builds up to the point that some of it sludges down between her legs and falls to the bed.

“Oh … shii—aaugh!”

Her resolve breaks, finally allowing her to press a hand to her stomach. Under her palm, she feels the repeating wave of his dick punching her guts beneath the wall of muscle.

She hisses, feeling his thumb fuck her ass as he pulls her back against his. With every plop of their body’s meeting, her cream splatters against his pelvis. Tiny beads of white fly, landing against his sweat-sheathed skin.

“Gonna need another shower after this, huh?” 

Even as Terry tries to remain cocky, his upper lip twitches as his body starts to react to this pleasure.

“Making a mess.” His stomach clenches. “Th-thought I was s’posed to be cleaning up.” 

He chokes out a bit of laughter, trying to conceal a moan of his own. His words start to blend as the pleasure overtakes him:

“You … creamin’ all over … mmh—“

His eyes threaten to roll back. But just as fast, Terry seems to regain a bit of composure. Enough to lock back in.

Rolling his lips into his mouth, his focus straightens and he gives repeated strokes. They’re dead-on, sharp, and heavy.

She screams out a profanity—he can’t even tell which one because she’s so out of it. But, her body is granted a moment of relief as he stops.

Carefully, he pulls his thumb out of her butt. It shines with her slick. When he looks at her barely stretched hole, clenching around nothing, it’s covered in her cream. 

The sight has him twitching inside of her, causing her body to give him a couple of extra squeezes in response.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. As his body starts to weaken, he sways a little. “M’sorry I had to mess you up like this, baby.”

Her only response is a mewl as she tries to fix herself.

Taking the hand he had used previously, he holds himself at the base to pull out of her. And when he’s finally out, it’s like there’s a dick-shaped hole in her stomach. She swears he left an impression inside of her.

Her pussy feels so tender and swollen, clit overly sensitive. And yet, the pain of it all is too good. She misses it. She misses him.

And he can tell, seeing her hole flutter around nothing, stretched out. But she doesn’t have to worry for too long, because he’ll fix that.

Peering down at himself, Terry is marveled at all of the mess between them. His dick, still hard, is a creamy, sticky mess—practically dripping in her release.

At the base is where there’s the most build-up. Loopy off of all the testosterone running through him, he gets an idea that has him swiping up some of the mess with his middle and ring finger. 

With no hesitation, Terry presses the two fingers to her ass. They slide in with ease, even causing a very loud squish.

“Ooouuhh,” she groans. 

Turning her head to the side, Terry’s finally able to see how pleasure contorts her face. Eyes low and unfocused, heavy bottom lip pulled between both rows of teeth, as she begins to slowly rock back and forth. So desperate, she fucks herself on his fingers.

“Just like that … take it, baby. Take it—”

“Oouuh shit, Terry.”

“C’mon.”

“Ooh, fuck—“

Pfffffft.

The sharp sound of air expelling from her cunt as Terry pushes back in, punctuates her sentence. Her mouth drops open, her neck craning against the sheets.

He’s speechless, too. Seeing the way her pussy blows a raspberry around his thick dick, spitting out dribblets of cream against his lower stomach. Some even dribbles out of her.

“Hnnnh,” she whines, pathetically.

Curling his fingers inside of her, he plays with her ass. Throughout this all, his other hand had never left her left hip, thumb still covering his name.

He pulls out halfway, only to push his dick back in.

“Fuck, I love it when she talks to me,” he laughs, breathlessly, throwing his head back. It’s music to his ears, hearing her pussy squirt and fart around him.

So lost in the sound, he doesn’t even notice the way her shoulders twitch as her orgasm crashes into her. It’s not until he feels water hit his pelvis that he looks down.

Around his dick, she squirts. It’s a heavy enough stream. He watches it trickles down both of their thighs, completely drenching the already soaked through sheets.

Without a word, he pulls his fingers out before placing the other hand on her hip. His grip tightens around her.

Leaning more of his weight forward, Terry pushes her arch deeper. “Really gonna … make you a mommy like this—“

She gets no prep as he fucks the arch out of her back and puts her into the mattress. The clap of her ass against his pelvis is almost deafening. 

Her hips are barely off of the bed. Behind them, her legs raise, toes curling tightly as she wails out.

“Keep squeezing me,” he pants, teeth gritted. “Keep fuckin’ … fu-uck—“

He buries his face into her neck, groaning. His ears ring as he shoots off a heavy load in her.

For minutes, they stay connected as Terry tries to regain his breath. His orgasm lasts much longer than he thought it would, filling her to the brim.

When he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength to stand, he watches tiredly as her body pushes out thick globs of their mixed release.

Her pussy is slathered in their mess, certain spots caked up in a frothy white.

He grabs a cheek, pulling it apart from its twin so that he can see it all much clearer.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. “Love when you let me use you.”

Mindlessly, he lets a hand fall to his dick. It’s tender, but his hold on himself is light. Still holding her open with the other hand, he gently strokes himself. His hand practically glides over himself, what with all the cum coating his dick.

The sensation, the mess, her—it doesn’t take too much for him to get a semi.

“Fuck, you always make me so horny.”

He gets a knee on the bed, positioning himself directly behind her again.

Sensing his growing closeness, she weakly picks her head up and looks back at him. She’s a vision of wild curls, watery eyes, and bitten-raw lips.

As he gets closer, stroking his hardening dick, he brushes his fat, swelling tip again her lips. Rubbing himself against her, he gathers more of cum, coating himself.

“Terry,” she whines, a soft pout on her lips.

“You too tired?”

He pulls her asscheek further, fully exposing her second hole.

Her plump lips part to speak, but nothing comes out.

“You want me to stop? You could tell me, baby,” he cooes.

Still, he begins rubbing his tip against the much smaller hole. She can feel it throb against her.

“Tell me. Y’know I’ll still get the groceries for you.”

He gives her time to object, to say ‘no,’ while he’s positioning himself at her opening. However, she only watches, her face scrunching even more as he slowly applies pressure.

“I’ll get you whatever you want. Especially when you have our son.”

With little effort, he pops the head in past her rim. A tired smile lifts his lips as she moans out lowly. Her head turns back forward as it falls to the bed.

Weak to the way he uses her body, she simply lies there, taking his dick through the back as he sings his delusions to her (because who said she was going to have a boy).

Even tired, her body tenses with the pressure of his dick sliding in her. He’s not as rough as when he was in her pussy.

This time, his strokes are gentle and shallow. It’s a moderate pace he maintains as he holds her open to see the way he stretches her out.

And it just does something to him; seeing her spent pussy just below, covered in their cum and still leaking while he uses her asshole just the same.

Because, she’s his woman, and he’s going to have every part of her body. Just in the same way that he’s her man, and if she wants him at any time she can have him.

His second orgasm doesn’t take long to come. When he feels it approaching, he carefully pulls out. Taking himself in hand, he gives a few short strokes before painting her ass. 

Streaks of white splatter against the warm brown canvas, making her ass look like toasted buns covered in vanilla drizzle. 

And if he had the energy to, he’d eat her ass again. But this was already a lot, and he can’t lie, he’s exhausted.

Terry can only hope that she won’t be mad that he waited a little longer to get the groceries.

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[beecass]

after watching this i have some thoughts.

the movie really is about a dysfunctional couple who moves to their dream house and go crazy. but their relationship is broken way before that. in the movie the main problem is about gender roles, and that's why mac takes the "woman" role in this epsode staying at home and fixing just like barbara in the movie.

and is not just in this epsode that mac is like barbara but his whole life, he has a business with dennis, lives with him, peels the apples for him, everything he does he does for dennis.

but that's old news. when they go to their monthly dinner and mac complains about dennis not wanting the kareoke machine, they fight but make up at the end. the same thing happens with barbara, she complains about how oliver dissmissed her storytelling at dinner and completly undermined her, but then they made up. and that's before they moved to the new house.

the new house is not new anymore and actually they only start to go crazy once barbara tells oliver how she truly feels. oliver has an almost heart attack and she feels relieved at the thought of him dying. now we all know that wouldnt be mac bc he cant live without dennis but thats what he does. he actually tells dennis how selfish he is.

the difference between barbara and oliver is that their crazyness comes from the fight for the house in the divorce. with mac and dennis they both hate the house, neither of them want it, they are not attached to the house like barbara and oliver were. so when they go crazy is really about how they just did it the wrong way.

dennis wouldve loved to stay at home and fix everything and cook, and mac wouldnt get stressed driving to work and eating dennis' food. they are not like barbara and oliver.

but they are.

dennis is actually barbara and mac is actually oliver. oliver almost dies and thinks of his love for barbara to the point to write her a pretty letter telling about how much he loves her and how much she means to him before "dying". barbara cant stand oliver anymore, his existence is annoying to her, and not even words of affection can make her feel different. she still hates him.

now i would even argue they are both barbara since oliver is just an incredible exemple of straight white man who just does not deserve the wife he has. but thats just my opinion.

now one thing that got me is the cat and the dog. i think we can agree how mac is a dog person and dennis is a cat person. in the movie barbara is more attatched to the cat while oliver is more attatched to the dog. when the cat dies, he shows no reaction at all the same way dennis reacts to dennis jr's death.

now when their kids go to college they are left alone in the house with the dog. and that's when the similarities really get to the surface.

a few other parallels is barbara's cooking, she has a business with food and that would compare to mac's famous mac and cheese that dennis doesn't take it seriously at first and complains about it.

also there's a scene where barbara throws at plate at oliver and it reminded me of dennis throwing the plate and smashing it on the floor.

finally, at the dinner, and that's when they talk for the first time, he says he still loves her, while she says she doesn't want him anymore. now which of them is mac and which is dennis at this point?

and then she feeds oliver the dog.

mac and dennis relationship mostly breaks in this epsode with dennis screaming because i hate you, and that's compared to when oliver finally breaks the thing that made them fell in love years before. he breaks the foundation of their relationship, and when he thinks barbara got hit by one of the pieces he rushes to her asking if she is okay. that's mac running after dennis when he is making his way to kill the neighbor.

and they haven't gotten over that yet. it still seems like they are still stuck in the barbara/oliver dynamic. they are still stuck in the house and in the divorce, growing bitter and bitter to each other. mac still loving dennis like oliver still loves barbara, and dennis getting meaner and meaner to mac, like barbara with oliver.

they destroy the house they loved together. mac and dennis destroy their relationship together. barbara is mac oliver is dennis barbara is dennis oliver is mac.

the gender dynamics in the movie are actually so great and well developed, the caracthers are interesting and the comedy is just so sunny lol.

really great movie.

also danny devitos caracther is so funny i loved it.

i haven't seen anyone mention "war of the roses" (1989) when they talk about the references in mac and dennis move to the suburbs, but it's a great dark comedy about a dysfunctional couple moving into a new house and how they completely lose it (to put it super simply) oh and also danny devitos in it! it features an iconic scene where the wife feeds the husband the dog, allegedly - and i'm convinced this movie is what sunny is referencing.

[farfromstrange]

Hello, I am not okay. I’m having thoughts. Someone revive me please and thank you.

Fuck.

Spoilers for DD:BA episodes 5 & 6 under the cut!

Episode 5:

Whoever had the idea for Matt to work with Kamala’s Dad to stop a bank robbery and use that as the filler episode deserves a fucking raise. Like, right now. That was the best fucking MCU cameo I could’ve fucking asked for. I love Yusuf, and I love how much he loves his daughter, and I just know Kamala lost it when her father told her about what happened.

Matt walking straight back into that bank as soon as he heard it was being robbed, acting like he had no idea was the most fucking insufferable and badass Matt Murdock thing this guy could’ve done.

Also, can we talk about the fight scene? That was a fight scene. Thank you, Marvel. Not only did he use his tie to choke the guy, he also choked him with his thighs. I have never been more turned in my life.

If you were expecting me to be elaborate about this episode, you’re going to have to wait for my episode 6 thoughts because episode 5 just made me horny.

I did not think I’d hear Charlie using an Irish accent in the year of 2025, but I am living for this shit! All I could think about was Michael Kinsella the moment he opened his mouth. Charlie Cox, the man that you are. Honestly.

He was smug. He was acting clueless. He was acting so helpless he became insufferable. This was out Matt Murdock in his fucking element. His cane turned into Billy clubs (love the two-in-one upgrade, by the way), he pulled the robber’s mask over his head so he wouldn’t be recognized, and then he beat the shit out of him, even breaking his leg like a fucking glow stick. Yes sir!

Also, I feel like that was basically just hinting at him suiting up again in the next episode. Fucking perfect. Never has a filler episode made the most sense.

Episode 6:

Frank was right, Matt is being haunted.

He prayed over Foggy’s prayer card, calls it “checking in”, and fucking kissed that piece of paper. This? This fucking broke me. He kissed it. That means more than just carrying it around in his pocket, or having it beside him when he works. He remembers the night Foggy died so vividly, and he prays because he needs to feel closer to him. I am sobbing.

Maybe for a moment it did help him, and maybe it does give him a little faith to check in on his best friend, but it doesn’t bring Foggy back, and it doesn’t erase all the shit that happened since he died. It doesn’t change the fact that Matt’s life imploded, and Charlie’s acting was just so fucking impeccable, I cried.

Moving on. Heather wanting to research vigilantes for her next book is not going to end well. I’m calling it right now. I mean, was it funny she suggested talking to Frank and Matt straight up laughing in her face because the idea is surreal? Yes. Did he have the blankest expression known to man when she mentioned Daredevil and did that make me cackle? Also yes. But I also still believe that him hiding the truth from her is not going to end well, and if she keeps pressing the issue, she might get hurt.

Also, her boyfriend who had been taken hostage in a bank robbery, like, a day ago acting like nothing happened (because he knew it was going to work out in the end, and that had nothing to do with faith) understandably made her worry, but she also acted like it didn’t even surprise her, so I don’t know what’s funnier, his awful attempts at lying or her awful attempts at playing along with his bullshit.

Also, Matt acting like everything’s normal reminds me of Season 1 when he was (awfully) lying to both Foggy and Karen and acting all oblivious about literally everything.

Now, Angela coming to Matt to do something about what her uncle had been working on, and Matt acting like he couldn’t do anything about it, I believe was his last attempt at holding onto his ‘let the system handle it’ attitude. I think he made his decision the moment Cherry told him about Muse, but it took for Angela to walk right into Muse’s arms for him to suit up again. And I think that, in itself, was amazingly well done.

Fisk’s anti-vigilante task force to catch Muse was expected, and I’m honestly not surprised he chose the corrupt cops for his cause. Frank is going to have a field day with them.

Anyway. There is so much to unpack about the last twenty minutes or so. We have Matt who said ‘fuck it’ the moment he realized Angela was in danger. Yes, he said the f-word. Disney let him say the f-word. And it was the perfect timing for that.

We have Matt who hadn’t put on the suit in over a year. And we have Fisk who handed Adam an axe, knowing he wouldn’t be strong enough to take him down, and then beating him in front of the same painting Matt once beat him before.

The original Daredevil theme played. Matt beat Muse to a pulp, and he was about to strangle him—yes, I’m convinced if Angela’s heart hadn’t stopped, he would’ve crossed the line again. Fisk was being Fisk. And putting both scenes together and switching between them was cinematic genius, in my opinion.

Matt has so much darkness inside him and he finally let some of it out. That grin, the way he was taking the punches like he didn’t even care, blood spewing everywhere, and he just kept going until he realized the reason he came was dying. And he couldn’t let Angela die.

He saved her life, quite literally, and when she called him Daredevil and he said, “I’m here,” my only thought was, we are so back. Like, yes, you’re here. And that suit is staying on for the foreseeable future. He tasted blood again.

And don’t even get me started on Matt’s prayer in the background as Fisk dragged Adam back into his cell, as Matt was giving CPR to Angela. He was so desperate not to lose her, too.

Matt embraced the darkness, and while he did that, they played a fucking church choir in the background, and Fisk also embraced his darkness again in the most violent of ways. Tasking corrupt cops with getting rid of vigilantes is one thing, beating his wife’s affair after basically handing him an axe to kill him is another. He played with that man like a predator would play with his prey. I was obsessed.

Matt is so much darker now than he was ever before. I personally believe the lines have been impossibly blurred, and now that he has finally let go, everything is just going to cave in. The past and the present are going to try and bury him. With Muse and Fisk and everything else, the odds are stacked against him, and I can’t wait to see where this goes.

Also, honorary mention to them displaying Matt using the disability aid on his laptop because yes, he’s blind. Yes, he needs accommodations. Just because he has heightened senses that allow him to fight doesn’t mean he’s not blind. He needs that shit to function and do his job. Anyway, I just thought that was a lovely and necessary detail.

And another note: I need to fuck this man. Or I need him to fuck me. Or both. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[martialartslover7]

Happy Birthday, Sakura. You deserve better.

You know me and Sakura have a troubled history together, but I will say, just for today, I really want to make peace with all this. Because, the more time passed, the more I realized, I was a dumbass for hating her this much to begin with. Since I neglected to remind myself of this shot of her, right here:

It may not seem like much, but remember the full context behind Sakura's tears here. Naruto is down in the dumps, but for her, it's not a mere obsession with Sasuke that makes her react this way, that's oversimplifying it in the worst way possible. And I say this, because let us not forget:

She feels responsible for this entire mess to begin with.

This is why she is crying. Put yourself in her shoes for a second, leaving all your personal disdain for her character side, imagine:

The love of your life left, for reasons, far beyond your control, making you feel like, not even your feelings for him could make him stay

The entire retrieval mission that you have insinuated, because you want him to see reason, and it ending in failure

Even worse than that, all the shinobi sent to bring him back, return crippled, like, being in the worst state imagineable, and you feel responsible, because they nearly died for a guy, you always believed in

She trained her ass off for three whole years, she became this strong, hoping to no longer be a liability

But what happens? It worked against one Akatsuki, but against the boy she loves, she couldn't do anything, he was way too strong

And let us not forget, before even getting there, your friend nearly injured you, losing complete control over his own emotions, feeling like a failure for not being able to bring your love, who is also his bro, back home, and the promise puts so much pressure on him

And then, they fail AGAIN

All this circus, all this hard work, just HOPING to do something, only for it to end in failure.

Again.

And again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

Now tell me, would you still be able to keep your tears from falling by that point? And questioning your sanity, and your abilities and self-worth? Because those had always been major weaknesses of Sakura. So, losing THIS badly again, must have broken her spirit in ways, that is tough to comprehend. As always, she feels useless, despite having become stronger and better as a person and shinobi, and yet, her best is just not good enough.

Also, I want you to put this in perspective, on all the reasons why you may hate her:

She loves Sasuke? Simp.

She never returns Naruto's feelings, despite him fighting so hard for her, despite her clearly not being interested? Thot.

She literally healed thousands of shinobi in her lifetime, especially during the war, saving Naruto's and countless other lives in the process? Still useless.

And every time someone tries to speak positively of her, all you do is consistently undermine her, even if she is right, or she does something cool and realistic, ALL. THE. TIME.

You consistently bring up "she treats Naruto badly", as if Naruto has ALWAYS been the innocent angel, considering how pushy he can be about his feelings towards her (she talked shit about Naruto as an orphan, ohhh, but let's conveniently forget that Naruto used the Transformation Jutsu to impersonate Sasuke, hoping to get a kiss from her, that's definitely not creepy at all!) and just, in general, being a complete asswipe at times, without even realizing it.

Please, give her another chance, and try to be lenient with her, even if not everything is put into pages or words about her character, considering how badly she has been fighting with feelings of inadequacy, never bringing the desired results, and yet still receiving hate from everyone in the fandom:

Think, before you start hating.

Happy Birthday, Sakura.

Someone like you is entirely wasted on the author and fandom you are stuck with.

PEACE.

[maxdibert]

"Snape tried to control Lily"

At what point does Snape try to control Lily? Isn’t it actually Lily who constantly reproaches Severus about the people he hangs out with? Isn’t Lily the one who, knowing full well that James has been making his life hell since first year, tells Severus that he should be grateful to him? What control are you talking about exactly? Because she’s also quite demanding with him, so it goes both ways, darling. You seem to love omitting canon, from what I see.

"Snape invented Spells that were used to torture muggles"

Severus invented spells for "his enemies," which are understood to be his bullies. He created spells to defend himself. How those spells were used is not his problem; it’s like blaming the inventor of the gun for the fact that wars exist—an absolutely fallacious argument. And where the hell do you get that these spells were used to torture Muggles? There is literally nothing in the books that states such a thing. Honestly, you might as well blame McDonald's for people having obesity or high cholesterol. It’s ridiculous.

"Snape call people slur"

Severus was called "Snivellus," which is also a slur. I mean, when you’re a teenager, you say dumb things, but truly thinking that this is unforgivable is like having a stick up your ass, honestly.

"He joined a terrorist organization"

Many boys in vulnerable situations end up in gangs, cults, or terrorist organizations. They are prime targets for manipulative adults, especially when they have no family support, few friends, and limited resources. Regardless, Severus joined a criminal organization and left it when? After two or three years? Why don’t you talk about the nearly two decades he actively worked against that criminal organization? Why don’t you talk about the number of lives he saved throughout his life? Why don’t you mention the dangers he faced to bring that organization down? Why don’t you acknowledge the personal sacrifices he made? Why don’t you mention that he DIED fighting against that criminal organization?

"He begged only for Lily and not her husband"

I wouldn’t plead for the life of someone who sexually assaulted me either, and honestly, even Dumbledore thought Harry was going to end up dying. Ridiculous accusation.

"The Remus thing"

Remus was complicit in the abuse against Severus. Remus gaslighted Severus. Remus never did anything to stop the violence his friends inflicted on Severus, and then he acted cocky and condescending toward him. Despite that, Severus kept brewing his potion—a potion that Remus forgot to take because he was an irresponsible idiot. Honestly, anyone in Snape’s position would have done the same.

"Harry's Potion"

You yourself said it was an accident, like, what?

"Hermione's thing"

I don’t understand why you blame Severus for not making a big deal out of it, but you don’t blame McGonagall for not punishing Hermione for permanently scarring Marietta Edgecombe with that curse. The double standard here is insane.

"Neville's bullshit with the toad"

Animals in the Harry Potter world exist to be experimented on; they are not pets, they are test subjects, used to practice spells or, in this case, to test potions. Snape had the antidote in his pocket, so like, wtf?

My mother was my biggest fear when I was 12, and she was actually a pretty decent mother. It’s not as if that’s indicative of anything?

"People were scared of him because of WHAT he did."

Most of the things you’ve said are literally unknown to anyone. No one even knows he was a Death Eater (including Sirius and Remus) until the fourth book. No one knows about his relationship with Lily. No one knows that he begged Dumbledore for her. So I don’t know where you’re getting this argument from. It’s also not like people are afraid of him—Harry hates him, and only Neville is scared of him because Neville is scared of his own damn shadow. Throughout the series, several characters acknowledge that he’s a good teacher and even point out to Harry that he has a huge bias against him and should calm down (including Sirius and Hermione, since you mentioned her). So I don’t know where the hell you’re pulling this argument from because it’s absurd and inconsistent.

"I cannot find it within me to have sympathy for a man who only wanted Lily to live and did not care about her child when begging for her life. And only left when Lily was threatened."

Honestly, a person’s reasons for switching sides don’t matter—what matters is what they do once they change sides. And Snape literally saved half the wizarding world’s asses. That’s what counts. I don’t get this ridiculous moral standard that someone has to change because Jesus appears to them in a vision or something. That’s not how things work in real life. People don’t change just because—they change due to personal interests, because something affects them directly, because their world is shaken, and then they reflect. So what’s the point of judging why someone changed instead of the change itself? What the fuck?

Like, you can like or dislike a character, but it would be nice if your arguments against him were based on logical points or at least canonical facts, because most of the arguments you’ve used are completely made up or just your own assumptions. Next time you try to lecture someone about something, make sure you actually know what you’re talking about—otherwise, you just come across as an ignorant brat throwing a tantrum.

Severus Snape didn't become the abuser except in the most minimal, anodyne way. One of his biggest coping mechanisms was essentially pretending, convincingly but almost entirely harmlessly, to perpetuate the cycle of abuse.

He was the kind of teacher whom students were scared of because he might do something really nasty even by the standards of this madhouse to me if I don't behave but if anybody stops to ask "No but seriously, what's the worst detention you KNOW Snape handed out?" the honest answer would be "He makes troublemakers do a lot of cleaning without magic and tedious rubbish like that, this one time he had a bloke scrub some bedpans"

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - FINAL

Despaircest - Junko Enoshima x Mukuro Ikusaba (Danganronpa Series) VS. DB - D-ne x B-ko (Shuuen no Shiori)

As the main bracket winner, if Despaircest wins this poll, it is automatically declared the champion. As the losers' bracket winner, if DB wins this poll, it must defeat Despaircest one last time in a second poll to be declared the champion.

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Despaircest:

twincest, abuse, murder, toxicity, codependency

Problematic elements for DB:

yandere, toxic, dependency, murder

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Propaganda for Despaircest:

MUKURO HAS A CANON CRUSH ON JUNKO. SHES ALWAYS FUCKING BLUSHING AROUND HER AND SHIT. THEYRE SO GAY. JUNKO LITERALLY SAYS SHE KILLED MUKURO BECAUSE IT WAS THE MOST DESPAIR SHE COULD EVER FEEL. SHE FUCKING LOVED HER TOO!!!!! - Twincest for the win! Junko also constantly abuses/tries to kill Mukuro and Mukuro is totally Into it! Plus Junko literally ends up killing Mukuro so yknow doomed yuri. They are so toxic and codependent and when Junko DOES end up killing Mukuro, she gets off to it, and says she wishes she were Mukuro!!! - They're THE incest sisters - Despaircest is soooo dear to me bc I shipped this shit even AS an anti man. Being obsessed w Junko is so entwined w Mukuro’s whole character that you cannot simply IGNORE the incest. Like man I don’t usually like twincest but these two. They are awful. - despaircest propaganda that was too big for the post:

Propaganda for DB:

d-ne is a lesbian who lacks any sense of identity for herself and struggles to get close to anyone. she falls deeply in love with b-ko, who she deems to be perfect. when she finds out b-ko's "perfect" act is just a mask she puts on, she just falls for her even more. she doesn't care about anyone other than b-ko or what anyone but b-ko thinks of her. she puts b-ko on a pedestal and devalues herself, believing she could never be on b-ko's level. when the group finds the "bookmark of demise" and strange deaths begin occurring, b-ko gets scared and d-ne wants her to be scared so she can be the one to comfort her. d-ne then steals b-ko's first kiss! when the "demise game" starts, d-ne is given the monkey's paw which allows her to wish for anything, but at the cost of taking that thing away from someone else. she immediately starts making wishes that would allow her to "become more like b-ko". when she wishes to have eyes like b-ko's, a random girl who had earlier pointed out that her eyes match b-ko's gets in an accident where her eyes get taken away and magically transferred to d-ne, and d-ne just laughs and blushes over this. d-ne goes to visit b-ko, who won't open her door because she's so scared over the demise game, and when d-ne finally gets in, she hears b-ko calling out to a-ya (another character) for help. in a fit of delusion, d-ne decides the b-ko in front of her, who called a-ya's name, "isn't b-ko" and murders her, in the end, deciding to fully become and replace b-ko, believing she's "protecting b-ko" by doing this. then d-ne wishes for all her misfortune to disappear, which works, but since she's b-ko now, she dies at the hands of b-ko's doppelganger (the misfortune that b-ko had been dealing with during the demise game). honestly we need more girls like d-ne in the world

[naamahdarling]

Augh

[martialartslover7]

...Unironically, if you are accepting of his death, considering the context surrounding it beyond the battlefield and the confines of the story, do you even deserve to call yourself a fan of Neji? Or even Hinata, let alone NaruHina, dare I say? The fact that it's been confirmed, that he only got killed off to continue pushing a ship, that BARELY had any screentime or proper development, period (coming from a NaruHina guy myself), is this really the level of mediocrity and BS that we are supposed to eat up? Neji was barely even present in the story, and yet we are supposed to feel so uber sad over his passing, that not only got memed to death for how ridiculous it looked, but also for the dumbass writing decision as a whole?

But what makes his death even more humiliating and coming off like pure ill intent on the writer's behalf: Neji's passing affected literally NOTHING. His clan treated him and the Side Branch like expendable garbage, ALL THE WAY TO THE END. The only substantial value he was ever able to provide, SUPPOSEDLY, is giving his life to the Main Branch. That was literally all what the story showed. Never mind the fact that, Naruto actually promised to change the Hyuga clan, wanting to actually help Neji and Hinata, yeah, whatever happened to that, right? No, no, no, Neji is the one needing to die, so that he and Hinata can "grow closer", as if they were ever super close to begin with, ignoring Shippuden, which did pretty much nothing with them, except for a confession scene, that went NOWHERE.

And even if, let's just pretend that maybe, there really wasn't that much to do with him to begin with, let's accept that in theory: Does it really justify killing off a character, all for the sake of a freaking SHIP? Just the mere IDEA of it.

Any sane human-being would probably agree: This should go without saying. That is, without exception, a HORRIBLE reason to kill off a character, let alone, again, for a ship, that was a huge Nothing Burger, for the majority of the series, and only got made canon, because it was super popular. Not because there was any real substance or character to it all, because let's be real here, and I had to learn that the hard way:

NARUTO. BARELY. ACKNOWLEDGED. HINATA'S EXISTENCE. LET ALONE, ROMANTICALLY.

Making Neji's sacrifice come off as a moronic leap of faith, believing "Oh, they are super-uber in love, so I will gladly give my life to protect Lady Hinata, and entrust her life to Naruto"...

...despite, once Minato was talking to Naruto, asking if Sakura was his girlfriend, HE AGREED WITH HIM. HE. AGREED. No hesitation, no reminder, consideration or memory of Hinata's feelings, he barely even knows she is existing in his hubris, and Shippuden did little to nothing to counteract his mindset, even though she confessed her feelings to him, a few arcs ago (sure, "I love you" can be understood in Japanese as a different way of saying, that you love someone on a friendship-based level, but considering the overall vibe of the confession, it didn't come off like "friendship" to me, and anyone with the ability to read the room). He always had eyes for Sakura (I also don't like it, man, I am not here to make enemies, I am just going off of what canonically went down, why else am I so pissed off to begin with? I also wanted him and Hinata to grow together as one, but it is what it is). And that's a sad fact that we have to swallow. We can come up with all kinds of headcanons and "educated wishes", but it doesn't change the reality of the situation that: NARUTO. FORGETS. HINATA. EVEN EXISTS.

And that is the core reason, why Neji's death, is just that:

POINTLESS.

Not only does his entire character arc get disrespected (it just went nowhere, man, he just dies, and it does NOTHING), causing Hinata's lack of action to come off as a selfish woman (let's stop lying to ourselves, Hinata may not KNOWINGLY be selfish, considering her backstory, but she is selfish regardless, so let's stop pretending, she is a pure, innocent angel, that was always her gravest weakspot), who only seeks out the affection of a guy, which he never returned ONCE, and his uncle gets to continue living, putting on the act of a loving grandpa, all the while, we don't get an OUNCE of confirmation if the Caged Bird Seal, or the Branch family bullshit has been abolished. We only see the Main Branch being mostly involved in Naruto's and Hinata's family affairs, which only implies to me, they probably changed SQUAT. Yeah. No. This is just the pits.

Neji died. FOR ALL THIS NONSENSE. Kishimoto should honestly be ashamed of himself. Glory for one character, at the expense of another. Let alone someone, who was written to be treated like dog water for the majority of his existence by his own family, but fuck all of us, he doesn't deserve a peaceful ending. Because he is from the Side Branch.

PEACE.

More than ten years later and I still will never forget

[fisherrprince]

oh so alisaie’s exaggerated bully behavior is 80% fanon. saying this she casually picks up a large rock

[hyuckworld]

soobmint 2025 comeback soobmint 2025 comeback soobmint 2025 comeback soobmint 2025 comeback soobmint 2025 comeback

fic started so cute then .

You turn around. “Yeonjun.” The space behind you is empty.

HOW DARE UUU.... WHY WOULD YOU BAIT ME LIKE THIS </3 i was kinda expecting it because i knew this was gonna be pure angst (also the phoebe bridgers inspo so like.) BUT FROM THE VERY FIRST SCENE WTAFFFF

also omg yeonjun catching strays from his own bandmate im crying but wooyoung was really spilling….. mc perhaps you deserve Someone Better and that Someone is Closer Than You Think 😁

“I love him.” It’s all you can say, because in your world of drunken calls at midnight and the bitter scent of cherry soju, it’s all you know to be true.

NOOO I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER <///3 and beautiful line. wonderful execution. give it a nobel prize in literature. also i’m gonna get yeonjun’s ass 🔪

“your days may be hell, your nights may be lonely, moments may go by like whispers in the wind. but you love him” waow …… just take a hammer and smash my heart to pieces will u 😞

the almost smut made me nearly forget he was manipulating her GODDD yeonjun don’t be an asshole ur too sexy :/ but ermm let me get some more of that cherry soju 😂

god the glass shard injuring her 😞 THE SYMBOLISM…… GIRL LEAVE HIM……. he didn’t even stay awake for the forehead kiss i’m sick

iron man

EATING THE CAKE ALONE WHAT IF I JUST DIED WHAT IF I JUST FELL OVER AND DIED RN <//3 let me eat the cake with u mc 😢

omg he found the cake….. YEAHHH REGRET IT. FEEL BAD. LET THE GUILT CONSUME U. damn he’s treating her so bad that even he recognizes she deserves better 😭 MORE THAN SHE DOES NOOO

oh wonderful,,g,h.., more Fun Moments <3 wonderufl wonderful wonderful wonderful i think you should go for the Big One (FULL ON SMUT) next time 👍 okay but every time it happens i still feel so sad for them 😞

WTAF

HE LEFT HER

WITH A NOTE

IM GONNA DIE EEE 😞😞😞 WTFFFFFF 😭😭

He stops in front of you, nearly dropping the ice cream cone from his hand before he lets the bike fall to the ground. His own eyes are full of tears, but he too smiles, stars dancing in his eyes. He extends the ice cream cone to you, and you smile wider, fingers brushing against his as you grab hold of it. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

THE ENDING??? OH MY GOD

THIS WAS SO GOOD CHAR NOOOO the pov of yeonjun is so heavy cause you can tell he’s going through so much and clearly needs help but at the same time he wants to be a better boyfriend for mc 😞 but he can’t fall out of his bad habits GODDD i wanna die this is so angsty <//3 and then mc’s povs where she’s suppressing so much pain because of him sobsob but i’m so glad you finished this fic because it was such a delight to read can’t wait for more soobmint releases (2027?? 2029???)

moon song | choi yeonjun [a] ; [s] (14.8k words)

“so i will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.” moon song, phoebe bridgers

first installment in the “punisher” collection. masterlist can be found here.

pairing; choi yeonjun x fem!reader

blurb; for better or worse, you have placed your heart in the hands of choi yeonjun, a struggling musician trying his best to be all you expect of him. but when you realize you’ve been losing more and more of yourself just to keep him near, you fear you may be too far gone to keep yourself from falling down with him.

genres; angst, established relationship

warnings; alcoholism, profanity, suggestive content, themes of mental illness & destructive thought spirals

playlist; find it here!! shoutout to @heetendo for helping me make this, she found half the songs for it <3

author’s note; hi all, welcome to the first piece in my punisher series! this is my first time putting out both a suggestive fic and a fic that’s 99% angst haha. it was really exciting to try out some new things, and it helped me get out of my writing slump for sure! do be sure to check out the warnings before reading, and i hope you enjoy moon song <3 (also, highly suggest giving the song a listen!! you can find it here.)

taglist; @hoonbear @hyuckworld @heetendo @yeonjuniper @soobin-chois @magicalstellar @maplecornia @baekberrie @boba-beom

[back to my masterlist]

WHEN THE MOON RISES, YOU FEEL AT PEACE.

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Aaa ok I never thought I'd share this thing anywhere but lately the ml fandom, specifically the Lt au and @sillysiluriforme's work has been really inspiring me. So I introduce to you Emmanuelle Emilie Agreste.

She's an old miraculous oc I've had for years and never done much with outside of my own head tbh. She's Adrien's older sister and also a sentimonster, created bc in my mind/version of things Emilie had to give up on a lot of her acting career after moving to Paris and marrying Gabriel.

So instead she makes Emmanuelle, an almost perfect copy of herself, (except for the eye and hair colour, Gabriel's and Nathalie's respectively as little Easter eggs bc she thinks it's cute, but Emma ends up dying her hair and wearing contacts all the time anyway), who will never age or get wrinkles and who has a head start in the industry by starting acting work as a child. A dress up doll she can mold into the actress she could have been if she'd started earlier, who she can live vicariously through while she stays at home.

Less of a daughter and more of an advertisement, a way for the world to never forget her. Because this child has her face and her voice and will never shut up about honouring her legacy. The concept of Emilie the actress will live on far longer under a slightly different name. Also less of a daughter and more of her biggest fan. The perfect protogee who listens to all her advice and never has alternate ideas on how to do things and will never speak badly of her.

Essentially she exists to stroke Emilie's ego and Act and that's all she really knows how to do at the end of the day. Girl who is so normal about her mother and definitely has a personality outside of her career.

I picture her role as like. Minor/secondary villian (bc she was helping Gabriel through making more possible akumas on purpose bc she wants her mom back too) who has an eventual 'redemption arc' but they aren't actually a better person and it's only bc their brother is a hero it turns out and they like him more than their father. She really only cares about her mother and Adrien, who she is protective of but also more than fine lying to. She thinks he's a dork for wanting to go to public school but whatever. It's fine, Chloe will tell her if something goes wrong there.

She's in the range of 19-22 somewhere, and she works in a lot of projects not exclusively in France, so she's usually travelling and away from home. She's known for getting into relationships with her costars that start when the project is in development and somehow always ends once the hype is over. Adrien talks to her over the phone more than he sees her in person until she gets 'trapped' in Paris for coming home during the akuma crisis and has to actually start living in her TV show set never breathed in room.

I don't think she'd actually work/exist in the Lt au bc my version of Emilie in my head is a different kind of freak than the Lt version, who I do not think would make her. But it's fun to play around with anyway.

Specifically I just keep thinking abt her relationship with Lt chloe tho, bc in my little head world she's Chloe's awful terrible manipulative cool older friend/mentor figure who encourages all her worst traits for funsies and to bring about more akumas. And Lt adds another interesting layer to their dynamic in that chloe is also a sentimonster made to resemble her mother, and both of them idolise their mothers desipte them being not actually that great. girl who was made by her mother to be a copy of her mother vs girl who was made by her father to be a copy of her mother. surely this mentorship will go normally.

I also imagine her being like an awful older sister/mentor figure to the galattaca girls too. At her core she is an enabler and someone who turns a blind eye to fucked up shit to stay 'comfortable'. (And a manipulative asshole too.) What I'm saying here is I think she could make Aurore specifically so much worse and would have fun doing it. Evil girl and her younger blonde apprentices 💙

Summary: shes my horrible evil daughter I'm throwing her in the trash, I'm giving her a biscuit, she needs to face consequences for what she's done I'm denying her the catharsis of punishment she will learn to make meaningful change and mend her relationships, she's great in theory but not in practice, she shouldn't exist and she knows it, she's like if a show pony developed sapience. As you can probably tell, she's infested my brain like the parasite she is 💙

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

i did miss the creation of fiction where i go "wow what if this happened next" like yeah make this guy(s) [gender neutral] more miserable yippee <3

[localburntoutkid]

SIDE CHARACTERS:

- Rachel Elizabeth Dare as Ethan Nakamura. A daughter of Apollo who defected from Camp Half-Blood the minute Percy started recruiting. Prophetic powers aren't always helpful - especially because they manifest in nightmares for her. It makes it worse that Apollo forced them on her. All she wants is a chance to be normal - to be under the control of her father, mortal or godly. And, of course, Percy is one of her best friends (perhaps she loved him at some point, too.) and so she joins him. she doesn't expect anyone to help her, or even like her, and it hurts. it hurts, but this is for the greater good..right? when will solace keeps on saving her from the disrespectful death she deserves, her resolve wavers. when will's face cracks in betrayal when she fights him, her resolve wavers. when she spots the moment of doubt on percy's face when kronos possesses him, her resolve wavers. when she accidentally ends up stabbing nico di angelo in the abdomen and sees will almost loose whatever calm he held together, her resolve broke. she knows what she has to do, of course she does. she climbs up to Olympus where they're trying to protect the seats of the gods, she stands on the bridge and prays for the first and last time to apollo. when the titan army comes, she fights. and then she falls. her last thought being i hope this is all worth it. and her last expression being a smile, knowing percy is going to join her in the end. because will solace is a hero, nico di angelo is a hero. they'll live. she and percy? they might be right, in a way. but there's no real universe where they're heroes.

@cceanvvaves @dreamboyinthedarkvoid @itsmylovedaydreamdreamdream @zufi @jerry-the-leech <- pjo mutuals taglist :D, tell me if you wanna be added or removed!

Listen, thinking about PJO Swap AU, but not like a parent swap, i mean whole character swaps. So, so hear me out- THE BROKEN TRIO: - Percy Jackson as Luke Castellan. But not in the conventional way - he's a son of Ares who hates him and all the gods for doing what they do. for leaving mothers and fathers everywhere heartbroken or worse like Ares did with his mother. Sally Jackson is not weak, but her situation is getting worse - visions of her baby boy dying, an abusive husband and a poor financial standpoint - she is the one that urges him to leave. to get out of this. to find camp halfblood. he leaves reluctantly, promising to come back and take her away soon. he finds a girl and a boy both stuck in similar situations and decides i'm going to take care of them. - Annabeth Chase as Thalia Grace. A daughter of Zeus who ran away from home after her already abysmal home life got worse with the addition of a stepmother. she almost kills Percy when she sees him and is otherwise wary of him for a while - but finds out they're made of the same steel. signs from her father guide her and Percy to a little boy with olive skin and dark eyes too smart for his age, and she decides that these guys are her family now - not the airplane-obsessed man at home or his blonde new wife. - Nico Di Angelo as Annabeth Chase. A son of Athena (or maybe blessed by Athena, not sure yet)who got separated from his sister after leaving the Lotus Casino. he's lost, scared and young. but he's going to make it out and find his sister, come what may. he's found by a weird boy with turquoise eyes that freak him out and a girl with unruly curly hair who looks like she knows everything. they look after him. he has a puppy crush on the boy - but he'll never, ever admit it. he sees them and decides that yes, these are the people he can depend on - and he'll grow up to be strong so they can depend on him too.

So it hurts when they reach Half-Blood Hill with their satyr - it hurts when Annabeth jumps to protect them, her new family - and dies for it. it's just more fodder for Percy's hatred because he loved that girl and now she's dead. nico mourns her like he mourns his sister, and he shares the grief that Percy holds. they start life at camp half-blood with a promise - i'll always be on your side.

@cceanvvaves @dreamboyinthedarkvoid @lovely-rants-alot @itsmylovedaydreamdreamdream @zufi @jerry-the-leech <- pjo mutuals that i remember ! i was Having Thoughts so here this is - feel free to ignore, sorry if i disturbed yall!!

[quietwingsinthesky]

gabriel’s perpetual attachment issues vs millie’s inability to let go of people FIGHT (she’s afraid he won’t let her leave, and she’s more upset when he doesn’t try as hard as she thought he would to keep her) (he leaves because she asks him to stay and help her, and she can’t stop him) (he dies.) (he’s not dead, but he wanted to leave so he left, and she doesn’t know this is the part where she gets to be right. and bring him back. he never let her before. so she doesn’t.)

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Seska in ‘state of flux’ literally acting for her life you gotta love her