#ooooof got over with it

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

The Evolution of Passion: Midnight Kiss.

Hmmm, definitely busting out the "Vampires Kiss" tea for this one. (hibiscus, rose, ginger, cocoa, black tea, rooibos, chai spice and cayenne for bite. It's red, sweet, metallic and oh so good.)

I got an ask (truncated) from danmeiljie " thoughts about what happens in the woods in act 1, and how he initiates with his partner in the graveyard in act 3, But i was curious if you made any connections to his emotional journey and how that's reflected in these different sex scenes and his role in them. Thoughts about vampire physiology and how that might affect his behavior and choices and abilities during sex depending on diet as well."

These are not shallow subjects so be prepared to go deep. You know, Gale bond depth. *snort* I'm going to break these up for length. There is a thing as too much you know.

WARNING: Game Spoilers, Topics of Sex, Abuse, and Adult themes/Language. Not underage appropriate.

This is not fact, just opinion based off my own and game experience. As always, how anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right! No blame, no shame, it's your game.!

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Offering a tryst in the woods is a planned move. There is nothing more behind it than getting Tav on his side by using a tactic of seduction to create attachment. He doesn't trust that you won't help him without some sort of incentive. Nobody helps without compensation. Tav is simply a means to an end here. And , in his mind, his only value is found in his body.

And more often than not, at his own expense.

Ooooof. I feel you my moonlit love. I really do.

But it's always worked before, right? Why not now, right?! Get them hooked on his sexual talents (" I'm a consummate lover.") and he will have someone blinded enough to hide his nature and fractured personality behind. This is for survival not pleasure. Emotionally, he is unavailable.

The positions used also reflects this. More so if you let him lay Tav in the grass. If you have the right mods, you will see him offer a kiss and then immediately crawl over to roll Tav onto their side to take them from behind. This position makes sense as it puts him at an advantage. From behind he can control the situation to an extent and it allows him to detach from the situation by avoiding eye contact. Relying on muscle memory to get the job done. Routine.

If you want to get really deep, the position itself could reflect his inner world. Demonstrating how "unseen and unsafe" he feels inside.

But don't fret choice one pickers! It's the same if Tav rides him to the ground. It's a dominating move. He is beneath them. Once again on his back for the thousandth time and in a vulnerable position where in he has been made to suffer countless times.

However, Tav does two surprising things here. They show acceptance of his vampiric nature by offering blood to him. That majorly adds to the experience as a whole I have no doubt. And shows trust in him by allowing him to take it from the same submissive posture he was just in. Tav is now the vulnerable one. Naked and unarmed beneath him by choice.

Forget T & A have you seen clavicles?!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the first option. It is still a positive experience for him. But I truly feel the second option makes the tingling's of feelings happen sooner for him obvious reasons.

Now, here is how I think his plan and feelings start to unravel that night regardless of what sexual encounter choice was made.

First, given that he is now free and fed better than he has ever been. It is my head cannon that his erections are now stronger and easier to achieve than he is used to. And Tav is the first one he experiences this with.

Wait! I know, but stay with me on this...

How would being starved of the very thing you need to run your entire body not complicate that function. Normal sized cocks need a little over half a cup of blood to fill properly. And that half a cup has to come from somewhere else in the body. If he was only fed a diet of rats a bugs that's only two tablespoons of blood a day if he wasn't refusing it. Less than that if you factor in decay from the rat being dead and putrid. And even less than that being kept in his body if he was being tortured.

And what a perfectly on par thing for Cazadick to do. Demand your slaves go and whore themselves out to bring you back food, but deny them what they would need to NOT have to struggle to do it. What a fucking nightmare! Literally!

So, to combat this Astarion would either know a spell to help him or he has figured out how to re route what blood he had to where he needs it, when he needs it. Sounds uncomfortable and exhausting.

But now, he can feed whenever blood is available. Tav, animals, villains, kobolds, Wyll (wink) . There is now enough blood in his system to not only run all basic vampire functions but also allow for spontaneous arousal.

He's not starving and not struggling to be interested. He's comfortably hard and simi engaged. How novel!

Next, Tav treats him like a seven course meal and not a McNugget. Or rather a McStarion in this case. And yes, his milkshake brought an alarming amount of people to the yard. But that's a different topic.

It would be so easy to just proverbially throw him in your mouth and mindlessly nom nom nom till you are suddenly at the bottom of the box wondering if you ate anything at all.

No. I think Tav took him up on that tasting offer to the fullest existent due to him saying "I'd much rather we got to experience each others FULL portfolio of talents once again." Tav was respectful of his known boundaries and made sure he got as good as he gave. He didn't get hurt. And he more than likely got something out of it he's not used to. Real pleasure. And, if Tav let him bite them, he also got something he has always had to beg for and it cost him nothing. And even if he did think it came with a cost, it was a a fair trade for once.

I feel like this is also supported in the morning when he says ..

"Delicious as you were, I didn't want to go too far."

You could take this as the flirt it sounds like. Or, you can read into the fact that he never actually faces Tav when he says it. To me it's him realizing that this manipulation is going to be much harder then he anticipated. And he is realizing that there is a real possibility to actually go that far. Oh shit...

You are his first blood and first truly pleasurable partner in centuries.

How dare you! He's supposed to be controlling you!

On to the next encounter...eventually. Life has been demanding my attention lately. Rude..

[sleepyjuice-juice]

//TBHK 114 SPOILERS

okay okay imagine

this is kou's perfect tl, right? His family is together, his mom is alive, and not only is Sousuke alive and well, but they are close. First name basis. Sousuke knows that Kou is an exorcist even though he keeps that a secret from his other living friends, Yokoo and Satou. They share some sort of exclusive relationship.

And then... Nene, Akane, possibly Teru (Teru is a wildcard atp - Minamoto mom in the mix complicates his motives), possibly others are trying to revert the timeline, back to the one where absolutely nothing is working out for him. Dysfunctional family, loved ones dying, weight of the world on his shoulders all over again.

I mean, one part of this to analyze is how this affects Kou's character development. In the og tl, he's in a very tough spot in his character development, in which he still feels responsible for everyone else's happiness, always putting others first, always at his own expense. He feels weak and unreliable, but holds himself to such a high standard, because otherwise he doesn't know how to hope. He's barely voiced his insecurities to anyone, besides Mitsuba, and also Teru when they fought during the severance arc.

We don't know how much Kou remembers now, nor the rate he'll remember things, nor how adjusted he really is to this new tl. Because Nene, even though she initially struggled to remember the old tl, she also was foggy on some details about the current tl. And Kou set a table for three instead of 5. So, the question this begs is how displaced is Kou's memory atp?

Alright. Moving on. Depending on these factors... how is his development affected by this? He is in an environment that is fulfilling for him in every way, but it is being threatened to be taken away by people he may or may not remember (doesn't remember Nene yet, status with Akane not confirmed, Teru's motives still in question)

And even if he does remember, how will he react? He has everything he's ever wanted, and it's real this time, unlike in picture perfect. Will he finally put his own wishes first, or will he relinquish a life that's better for him, his family, Sousuke, and so many more? And would that really be selfish of him to decide, if this timeline is objectively healthier?

It's suggested that one of the Yugi twins even grew up to be one of Tsuchigomori's colleagues, likely Amane. If he thought about it, Kou could argue that if Nene loves Hanako/Amane, she would choose the world that he got to grow up in instead of the one where he dies prematurely. It's even hinted that Aoi still likes Akane despite her engagement to Teru, so, logically he'd have a really good argument against everyone opposing the new tl, right?

But... it's not his story. We know he's more than likely going to have to lose this life. Lose his loved ones all over again

And of course... to choose Sousuke Mitsuba, he has to unchoose Mitsuba No. 3. Which is another ooooof biiiig storm coming

It's gonna hurt me, I know. I'm just SO goddamn invested in how this is going to play out

[cinnamonest]

Was thinking if there're any yans that'd want to get married asap, because y'know, when girls use the reason that '19 is too early to get married,' they're just trying to get out of doing any real work or struggle and are looking for an excuse to sleep around (actual comment I read from an irl man, btw) But ooooof, they discover darling is waaaayyyy past her prime atp!! She's practically close to hitting the WallTM . I mean, yes they still think about her and yes they'd still pay her to fuck them, and yes, it's very unfortunate she's let so many men run her over and hasn't done achieved anything meaningful in her life, line getting married and serving her husband and enduring the marriage if things get "rough", but that's exactly why he's as generous and kind as he is!!!

ASFjdsKfjwa;fdashfhD ANON I never thought I’d read the phrase “the wall” outside of angry middle aged men on twitter the way I did a double take 😭😭

This specifically has like Ayato/Diluc vibes to me, I feel like even in a modern setting they’re still coming from wealth/nobility and you know how the elite class loves their young marriages, so it’s just what both are conditioned to as being normal.

But you’re so right and I love the thought of some delusional guy with a crippling savior complex lusting after some woman, convincing himself she should be grateful he wants her so bad and that she has some degree of due blame and shame for a perceived fault.

After all, you’re like, what, over 20? Basically a hopeless spinster. Probably desperate to get married, got baby rabies, all that stuff, not to mention probably insecure and jaded and calloused — all things that should be bad, but for him, it sparks these sorts of intricate fantasies and urges.

To correct you. To save you. You poor, misguided thing. Maybe you were too focused on pointless things like a career, not knowing that such a thing is worthless for you.

Or maybe you were just too shy. Or too picky. Whatever is wrong with you or however you screwed up, it’s okay, you can be forgiven for your wrongs. Sure, you’re resistant at first, in the same way a stray cat picked up off the street might initially hiss and scratch, a defense mechanism out of fear, nothing more. But with enough persistent affection — healthily balanced out with a firm hand where needed — you’ll come around in no time, and he knows you'll very happily and naturally fall right into the role he wants from you.

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ saturday 28th of december

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goodmorning everyone… locking in is so hard sighs.. this day was not the best, but it also wasn’t the worst sins i’ve ever committed LMFAO … i weighed in this morning and i was so shocked ! TW for my arm but i used it as a proof indicator LMFAO ?

i was 48.9 kg ! (doesn’t last for long ooooof) … i got up nice and early and started to make my breakfast… i started my day so well T_T i deadass told myself the scale is wrong cause ain’t no way lol

breakfast :

2 apples and a bit of cucumber cut into slices, a small container of zuivel spread and one rice cake with some low sugar jam… i also had some energy drinks

this food was good !!! i used it to get through my shift although i didn’t need it. i don’t remember much of my shift, i felt pretty ok tho after 12 it started taking foreeeeeeever for the day to come to an end… i went home at like 3 pm as per my schedule…

it was too cold to walk home, so i went on my bike… brrr ! when i got home i did 80 mins on my walkpad only god knows why… i completed my walk at 5 pm on the dot

then i went downstairs to make dinner ! while making dinner i had big temptations to eat out of the fridge and eat and eat and eat, but i didn’t.. on my walk i literally watched lucky star the entire time it was fun but i was getting so exhausted…

dinner :

3 taco shells with a kidneybeans and ground beef filling. a thing of greek yogurt (DIDNT FINISH BTW… pls) , brussel sprouts, brownie with whipped cream

the food was rlly good ! im eating the other 3 taco shells today and i actually never ate taco’s like this before i was soooo pleasantly surprised !!!! the filling was so good heh

idk who possessed me about that brownie tho it’s drowning in whipped cream.. not again sighs

then idk what i did i think i was drawing for quite a while… or well moreso colouring since i completed the lineart stage. i have been thinking about that salmon sandwich ever since i last ate it and idk why i gave in but i did .. ugh

after dinner snack :

1 1/2 slice of homemade bread, zuivel spread, smoked salmon, pepper and salt, some cucumbers

i feel so ashamed i can’t even explain it T_T i did not fucking need this at 10 pm but i gave in… this is for sure not a binge but definitely overeating what i need bcs wtf is wrong with me… but… i did make some steps today cause i didn’t RAVAGE the fridge or eat a lot of chocolate or other things like that… yes i had a brownie this day but that was still a decently controlled amount i didn’t shove the whole thing down my throat like i was wishing to do…

after this i coloured for a bit more and tried to get some sleep but i could notttt sleepppp i ended up sleeping at like 2:30-3:00 am but like… whatever…

ill do better today FR like actually guys guys guys please dont boo me ill do better please come back omfg T_T

cals : 4 days binge free

cals : 0 days overeating free T_T

steps : 14.6 k

cute soundtrack i listened to at work… reminds me of one of my oc’s .. the fuck you guy…. if you know, you KNOW which fuck you guy im talking about

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[writerblue275]

A (Supposedly) Secret Relationship with Runeterra!Kayn

Inspiration: Ooooof base Kayn has me a little fucked up rn. I think I might want to do some stories in the future so I want to set up some background info through a headcanon, similar to what I did with the FWB!Ez AU.

Champion: Kayn (like base lore Kayn)

Genre: Headcanons

Category: Fluff!

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Discussion of sparring. Brief mention of fainting. Rule breaking (nothing super bad just general young adult rebelliousness). Swearing.

Note: Hehe I had fun with this one. I got to explore some LOR lore, which I hadn’t gotten into before. I am taking some liberties with it, however, like Priestess Ysdra not being the one to have the visions of the Darkin weapons. I’ll use “Yanléi,” “Order of Shadows,” and “Shadow Order” interchangeably. They refer to the same organization. ALSO. Like let’s be so for real the Order of Shadows isn’t exactly…good. They are not the heroes.

Everyone in the Shadow Order knows who Shieda Kayn is. How could they not? Master Zed’s protégé, the next in line to lead the Order, the infamous “Shadow Reaper,” his accolades in relation to the Yanléi go on and on. There’s always so much attention on him.

Which makes it even funnier that nearly the entire order hasn’t figured out its rising star is in a secret relationship with a different one of its members and has been for like two years now.

That member being you.

Then again you’re not a member who is typically in the constant spotlight of the order. Quite the opposite, in fact.

You are another acolyte, like Kayn, and the apprentice of Mistress Shi, the Shadowseer of the Yanléi. Unlike most of the Order of Shadows, who use their shadow magic to assist in combat, you and her primarily use your abilities for experiencing and understanding prophetic visions related to the Order.

So not only do your day-to-day tasks keep you away from most members of the order, but you’re also supposed to keep quiet unless discussing things with Mistress Shi, Master Zed, and, as of about a year ago (when Zed officially decided who would be the next master of the Yanléi), Kayn. (Though you’d been talking to him quite a bit before this point but we’ll get into that in a second.)

But going back a bit, your first introduction to the famed shadow reaper was quite an interesting one.

Despite your primary tasks within the order, you still are trained to fight, and you fight extremely well. After all, Master Zed believes very member of the Order must be able to defend themselves.

So one afternoon, not too long after you joined the order, Kayn was looking for a sparring partner. A tall task as not many people want to go up against him, even just sparring.

So Zed, who noticed him, motioned you over to where Kayn is, introducing you and suggesting he spar with you.

Kayn had already snap judged your abilities once he heard your future role in the order, and he was not-so-subtly complaining to Zed about pairing him with you. (A/N: Now listen I love Kayn but he can be quite arrogant.)

His complaints were quickly cut short though as you reached over, yanked him closer, then flipped him over your shoulder and slammed him onto the floor of the training room, looking at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say, “You were saying, asshole?”

Zed just watched this go down with a chuckle.

(Needless to say much later on in your relationship Kayn would realize that moment was the moment he fell head over heels for you [pun fully intended].)

You quickly became his favorite sparring partner. Despite your focus on training your shadow magic to see visions, you had an excellent mastery of many different types of weapons and fighting styles and you never took it easy on him.

But you were always so….quiet. You never even had reactions of pain when he managed to land a hit on you while sparring.

Because of this, it didn’t take long for Kayn’s curiosity in you to grow.

So he tried to get you to talk to him. He just couldn’t help it. As he got to know you he desperately wanted to hear what your voice sounded like, building all sorts of scenarios in his brain. But you’d only respond with non-verbal communication, or you’d write down notes and give them to him.

Eventually, through sparring and being a menace (affectionate), Kayn managed to wear your resolve down enough to where you pulled him to an empty room in the temple and murmured a soft threat to him about shoving his training sword down his throat if he didn’t stop trying to get you to talk

But like…honestly the way his face lit up and the soft hint of earnest excitement in his voice as he smirked and whispered, “So that’s what you sound like…now I finally know….”

(He activated his trap card and you walked right into it.)

That crumbled your resolve completely. And you began talking to him regularly, though you had to find excuses to get you two in a position where no one would suspect you were talking. (You two were suddenly able to land quite a few more hits on each other in training. And you both suddenly seemed to get a few more minor injuries that the other would have to take a closer look at, you know, since he/you caused them. It was only right.)

You two were quite proud of yourselves, thinking you were able to get away with it all.

(Btw Zed and Mistress Shi absolutely knew what was happening. They just didn’t stop it because tbh they were extremely curious where this thing between the two of you would go. And besides, your future roles within the order would lead to you two talking anyway so whatever.)

This “thing” slowly turned into something more as you eventually opened up to each other and got to know each other beyond sparring partners.

You became friends, and then eventually, even more.

(Oh and your first kiss with Kayn came when you were hovering over him after flipping him over your shoulder. He reached up, gently pulled you down, and just kissed you. And he was thrilled when you kissed him back. One of the very few moments in Shieda Kayn’s life where he’s ever been….giddy.)

So how is it having the shadow reaper as your partner? Well…

You bring out the soft side in him, and to be honest, that really freaked him out at first.

He’s had to be a tough guy all his life, so to feel soft affection for someone was a whole new experience for him. But eventually he realized it was a good thing, having someone who loved him for himself, having someone to be vulnerable with, having someone he can laugh or cry freely around.

Kayn is surprisingly clingy. Which makes keeping things “secret” a bit difficult at times. (You’re definitely trying harder than he is.)

You’ve had to hiss at him to stop giving you bedroom eyes in public while you patch him up from sparring. Or gently swat his hand away when he instinctively tries to take yours when you’re walking together in the temple during the day.

Occasionally you and Kayn travel together outside the temple to enjoy the nature surrounding it (under the guise of “using the nature of Ionia to better connect with the shadow visions.” And “If (Y/N) is going to do that, then it’s only right for me to go with. I can defend them the best from an ambush”).

Mhmmm yup totally not an excuse to go find more time during the day to cuddle under a tree, be very openly affectionate, and talk normally to each other. Nope totally not that at all, why would you even think such a preposterous thing? 😉

Kayn is protective of you. Spirit of Ionia help any acolyte who accidentally hurts you while sparring. You’ve had to talk him down from the warpath a couple times. (“Kayn, it was just an accident. You’ve landed far worse hits on me when we spar and I’ve been fine.” Or “There’s no need to threaten him, baby…besides, he looked worse by the time I was done with him!”)

He denies it when you try and tease him, but you swear you see him pout when he has to spar with a different person because you’re already paired up with someone.

Not that he has anything to worry about, and he knows that. He just doesn’t think any of the other acolytes are worth your skills. You’re way too talented to fight them.

He’s very serious about protecting you during a vision, too. During your visions, you essentially lose consciousness. The first time you had a vision around Kayn, you two were sparring when suddenly you just collapsed (thankfully against him so he could catch you). Seeing you unconscious with the black tattoos on your arms writhing like snakes, giving off black, shadowy smoke admittedly rattled him pretty severely.

(And that vision? Well that vision was of the Darkin weapons. Including the location in Noxus of the Darkin scythe containing Rhaast.)

That incident was one of the first full visions you had. So you weren’t sure what to expect at the time, but since then you’ve learned the signs of an oncoming vision, as well as how to better control them. As soon as you tell Kayn it feels like one is coming, he takes you somewhere safe and is basically your loyal guard dog.

And once you come to he’s always waiting with water and a little snack for you. (How sweet.)

Lots of small stolen moments and stolen kisses throughout the day. (This man loves to kiss you oh my goodness. He wants to kiss you as much as physically possible.)

At night, when Kayn is not on a mission, you’ll be getting ready for bed and he’ll just come through the wall of your room using his shadow magic and happily spend the night chatting and such with you. (He’s primarily the small spoon btw, though if you need him to be the big spoon now and then, just ask.)

Will not leave your room the next morning until you give him a “have a good day” kiss. He claims it has become his good luck charm for the day.

He’s so dramatic about it too lol. Kayn will wait for his kiss by the door, and once you come over and he kisses you breathless, he just chuckles and slips away in a cloud of shadowy smoke, going through the closed door to go back to his room. (He is a TEASE omg.)

One of the surprisingly sweet things Kayn does is bring you a flower/flowers whenever he can, especially when he’s coming home from a mission. He loves how flowers make you smile.

Oh and Kayn LOVES when you play with his hair. When he’s had a really tough day, he’ll bring his hair brush along with him when he comes to your room, just quietly holding it out to you. As soon as you take it and sit him down on your bed so you can work behind him, he already starts to visibly relax.

(A/N: LONG HAIR KAYN LET’S GOOOOO.)

He’s actually not afraid to say he loves you. It took him a while to first say it, but once Kayn saw how happy you were to hear him say it, he gladly started saying it as much as he wanted to. (Please tell him you love him back though or he will pout.)

Kayn is also your number one cheerleader, always telling you he’s proud of you and even thanking you for what you do to help the Order.

And because he believes in you, he’ll push you to be better (in a good way). This is especially true when it comes to fighting, which is his specialty.

But regardless, you get to go through your days knowing you have the full love and support of the next Yanléi master behind you. (Not to mention you physically have him next to you as you fall asleep at night.) Aren’t you lucky!

Thank you for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed! A little different, but listen, I felt inspired hehe. 💙

[dangermousie]

Episode 30 made me lose my entire mind.

I love that Muqing is no fool and figured it all out and laid out to her why he got to that conclusion.

And she is all "are you gonna arrest me?" and I swear it's flirting and then he asks her "do you think I will hand over the treasure to you?" and she asks "won't you?" and I can't already but then, they way he doesn't answer at first, seemingly, and yet HE DOES! Because he reminds her of when she asks him if he likes calling her princess and what that dynasty ever did for him.

I started screaming. Literally. As he lays it all out and I love that he gets that he's had no choice about the time he was born in, only what to do with it.

The fact that he got on board reform wagon back then in large part because of love for her aaaaaaa!

Very modest goals.

Ooooof!

The fact that he started in the reform in large part because of love back then and the fact that he refrained from doing so now also because of love - because revolution would overturn her world and destroy it. LIKE - I CANNOT WITH THAT MAN!

And then the way he logically lays out how he started realizing she might not mind her world destroyed - because he father married her off for political reasons and how he figured out she never liked her husband and how he figured out she's reform minded and then later she might be a reformist in general.

And now he knows she is, he can proceed because he'd never put a cause above her and AAAAAAAAA and honestly, this is so well done because it shows him slowly thinking things through in general in the drama - how he decides past plan of reforms wouldn't work and more radical republican ones are needed and how even with that he'd refrain from ANY reform participation unless it won't destroy her world and aaaaaaa GOD I LOVE HIM.

The way they clasp hands and you see their matching bracelets. No sex scene in Brigerton made me feel as insane as these two barely holding hands and his touching her face. I was literally high pitched screaming.

[asurrogateblog]

I remember there was a pretty interesting and amusing poll over here where people were asked whether John fumbled Paul or Paul fumbled John, that I can no longer find (tho tbf I wasn't looking that hard for it) BUT

What are your own thoughts on the issue???

ooooof okay. well, obviously the real answer is that they fumbled each other. clearly there was some sort of major failure of communication on both ends. but to be more detailed about that I think maybe from the perspective of the 60's, paul fumbled john, but from the perspective of the 70's, john fumbled paul.

what I mean by that is, from what I can glean from...lyrical patterns of late beatles paul songs, it sounds like paul is the one that got broken up with. there's a lot of "please take me back" energy that makes it feel like paul did something to lose him (even if paul doesn't think it was deserved or genuinely doesn't know what it was he did). after the band breakup, john also seemed pretty resentful in a way that makes paul look like the bad guy.

but, as we move into the mid 70's, we can hear that john is a lot more self-reflective and apologetic – recognizing that he wasn't exactly on his best behavior, and taking responsibility for negatively interpreting things paul said and did in a way that harmed their relationship unnecessarily.

I imagine that if we could magically know exactly what happened objectively, the guilt would probably more or less even out. they're both nightmares in their own special ways <3

so. john fumbled the ball, but paul didn't catch it either. and I guess to finish the metaphor, by the time he picked it back up the game was almost over.

[fbfh]

OOOOOF I am thinking about Bucky. I have been thinking SO much about Bucky. I'm thinking about Bucky returning from a mission late at night, slipping into your shared apartment unnoticed (old assassin habits die hard) and slipping into your bedroom. You're fast asleep, and look absolutely angelic. He can tell you finished your night routine a few hours ago, your skin is glossy and moisturized, and your hair is all set up how you like it. You're wearing a big Captain America shirt you got with him at the 4th of July celebration you went to last summer to make Steve laugh, and you’re hugging a pillow with one of his henleys pulled over it. A few of the stuffed animals he's gotten you are scattered around, and your cat sleeps soundly, curled up next to you as a calm show about wedding dress shopping plays on a low volume. You're a beacon of peace, able to throw him a rope to climb out of even the darkest places just by existing. He moves silently toward you, pulling you into his lap and holding you tight as you startle awake.

"Buck?" You ask, voice sleepy, teary eyed at getting to see him sooner than anticipated. He holds you against his chest, rocking you gently, cooing and shushing you. Comforting you comforts him, and your excitement and the feeling of being startled awake fall away as he holds you tight, rocking you soothingly. You start to feel all hazy and relaxed as you listen to his heartbeat, feeling the cool metal and low white noise hum of his left arm against your skin.

"It’s alright, doll. I'm right here."

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #344

Ooooof. Sephiroth. It has been a very long day. It has been a very good day!! But still, it is long. I'm gonna do my best to write today's letter, but admittedly, I'm already struggling to keep my eyes open.

Well. Let's start at the beginning. I went to work for 5 hours, and it was good!! I was kept very busy doing all sorts of things, like helping customers, putting cookies on trays, putting pies into containers, putting labels on containers, putting things out on display, and so many more things. I was so busy today that I definitely did not have any time to snag any pictures for you (which was really sad!), but!!! J came over to visit and to get some bread, and he got a couple pictures of what I do that maybe you'll like!

Here's one of the best examples I've seen in a long time of the fact that I tend to unsettle people by holding my body weirdly:

I definitely look like some kind of weird goblin in this one, haha! Man, being dyspraxic and awkward sure is wild, hahaha!

Oh! And in case you wondered – those cookies on those racks in the background were arranged by me! All in all, I prepared 29 trays of cookies today! I was supposed to prepare 31, but I ran out of sugar cookies and had to make two less than what was called for. Oh well.

Interestingly enough, the manager of the whole store was, once again, helping out in my department, since Thanksgiving demands just... so much bread, oh my goodness! And he saw J taking pictures of me, but he didn't know that J was my husband! So I guess he thought that J was being a creep towards me, and his protective instincts kicked in, and I guess he was maybe two seconds away from demanding that J leave the store, or else decking him directly in his face, until Tr, one of my bosses, reassured him that J was my husband!

...The notion that the store manager cared enough to want to protect me was... really nice, actually. And J was grateful for his sentiments, too. I really do work with some very amazing and caring people. I feel astoundingly lucky!

Also... I'm pleased to tell you that all those who ate the brownies I made came up to me to tell me how amazing they were! They were the pumpkin brownies that I made with you in mind, and so... their reactions make me wish even more that I could just pop over to where you are and give you a container full of them, haha...

...Goodness, but you have no idea what I'd give up just to be able to do that... You have no idea...

When I got home, I had every intention to eat, and then either do some leisure writing or take a nap. But a lot of the folks from the friend-making app wanted to talk to me (this will never not be weird!), and... I ended up prioritizing them instead of myself.

...Sigh... my bad. I am genuinely interested in speaking to them, which definitely does not help me to prioritize myself. Sheesh.

Still, I made a tea! I even took a video of it! The captions aren't ready yet because I didn't have time to do them, but... you can see it here. Though I'll warn you, this might not be my best handiwork...

J had an outing planned with one of the folks from that “Speed Friending” event, too. So we went and did that, and it was good! The place was about an hour's drive from our house. It had an amazing menu! Here were some of the things:

I was very hungry and my body was somewhat sore from being physically active for much of the day, so I got the lobster bites and the ribeye! If you've been reading my letters up until this point, then I'm sure you already know that I asked them to only just barely cook the ribeye, hahaha! I got some yummy pictures...

...And yes, they absolutely did oblige my request to leave it mostly raw:

...This was one of the most beautiful steaks I've ever had the pleasure of eating. It was perfect.

Are you ready for this? Because I was amazed by this. And it was wholly unexpected:

...The spinach tasted even better than the steak. And I have no idea how that can be. It was buttery and garlicky and just a little bit salty, and... oh my goodness. I want more of it, and I'm very sad that this place is an hour away, hahaha!

The person we were with was very jolly and is amazing at keeping a conversation going! I had a lot of fun listening to him and J talk about various things! I liked that he didn't seem to mind that I was more inclined towards listening than speaking. And I really liked that when I did speak, he listened and responded with experiences of his own to show that he understands what it was that I said.

We will get together sometime soon – hopefully at Eggcellent! I am eager!

...Sephiroth. I wish you could have some of these aspects of my life. I wish that for all the best parts of it, I could just plop you where I am so you can have it. I absolutely would not mind trading places with you for just long enough to let you experience the good and delightful things.

…

...Sephiroth.... I'm falling asleep. I want to write more to you. I want to speak more gentle and loving things at you. I want to show you more of what it is to have a relatively normal life, and I want to prove to you that it's something you can achieve. Because you can. You totally can. And... you could probably pull it off even better than I can.

...But. If I keep writing, I'm going to ramble, because I'm having trouble just with making sure my train of thought doesn't run away. So I guess I'm gonna go to bed now.

Hey. I love you a whole lot. And... I hope you're keeping yourself safe over at where you are. Please... please don't do things that will lead to you disappearing, okay? Please rise up into truly living. We miss you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[kuschelkissen]

Finished the last 6 episodes of live action link click in one go and ooooof... what a ride 😭😭😭 that last episode was the most stressed I've been in a while... spoilers under cut

Like. Wow.

I mean, we called the Vespa thing already in that dive, and when Lu Guang got that email from Qiao Ling... yeah well, it all clicked 🥲

(Plus, you could already see it when Vespa followed her)

And then... oh god, when they had to decide what to do and Cheng Xiaoshi decided to go for the big picture, even though Qiao Ling was at risk 😭 but man. "I'll save the world, you'll save my sister."

AND THEN THE ASSHOLE WASN'T THERE!! I swear, I already saw him pushing her down in that moment, with Cheng Xiaoshi still in the past and Lu Guang too far away to do anything...

God, I swear, the STRESS I felt when Cheng Xiaoshi sat in that car?? I thought "oh god will he die now?!" OTL

In hindsight, that wouldn't have made sense, but dear God was I worried.

And then they found Qiao Ling and Vespa and there was still half an hour of episode left, and I KNEW that Lu Guang would have his signature white hair in the end, so my mind went into full on drama mode, wondering what would happen, would it actually turn white from him changing the past? Would he go back to save Qiao Ling? Or would something happen to Cheng Xiaoshi??

In my head there were 4 scenarios...

1) Qiao Ling being pushed

2) Cheng Xiaoshi switching the hostage place with her (and then being pushed)

3) Cheng Xiaoshi being pushed when Vespa grabbed him to beg for help

4) Vespa jumping in the end, and Cheng Xiaoshi trying to save him and then falling with him

More actual spoilers

In the end, none of that happened. But dear God, I was YELLING at the boys to grab Qiao Ling and get her away when Vespa came to Cheng Xiaoshi and then Lu Guang. Like. HE'S OUT OF THE WAY, GO AND SAVE HER?? OTL

And then there was still so much time left when it was finally over, and they were standing at the street, and I thought WILL HE ACTUALLY BE RUN OVER NOW OR WHAT?! Because he was the only one standing this close to the street and that one truck rushed by REALLY quickly. 🫠

I was STRESSED, okay??

But no. Nothing happened.

AND HIS HAIR?? IS JUST??? WHITE????

He DYED it black the whole time, so Cheng Xiaoshi wouldn't think he was a weirdo???

(OK, it's actually kinda adorable, but... lol 😆)

I love how he looks with that wig, btw... it changes his look so much?? Idek??

Also, that whole "this isn't the first time we met", what the fuck, that was mean 😂

[pluto-sims-cc-finds]

a lovely anon sent this to my main blog but because i'm rlly annoying i'm answering it over here again asdfghjhgfd >:) here's a lil run down of some of my favourite bedframe cc (not exhaustive bc as we all know, i have a LOT of cc favourites so we'd be here all day asdfghjk)

sleeping lessons by @sforzcc

so, i actually really like the beds that came with HSY, but of course, i want options. there's nothing more frustrating than wanting to use one duvet cover but it comes with a bed frame you don't like/is in the wrong colour....well, never fear, because once again, sforzinda is SAVING! OUR! GAMES!

this pack not only separates the mattresses from the bedframes - so you can mix and match to your hearts' content - but also provides very nice mesh edits AND toddler versions!!!! literally a must have set in my mods folder, i could not function with out. chefs kiss in the extreme!

metal bedframe by @pictureamoebae

alright, i'm a SUCKER for this bedframe (AND the mattresses). by now we all know that i adore the copious amounts of colour options available with pictureamoebae's cc, and these mattresses are no exception, but the FRAME!!!!! ugh idk what it is about it but i just love it. it strikes that perfect balance between simple and stylish, and can fit in pretty much any decor aesthetic. the swatch options are SOOOOOO nice too, it's such a versatile bedframe and i go HAM over these cool metal frames.

Boho Living Beds by @awingedllama

OOOOOF okay so in general? this pack is GORGEOUS. like, really fckn knocked it out of the park and beyond gorgeous. the sheer vibes of it all!!! i could go on for ages asdfghjhgfdsa BUT the beds in particular really stand out to me. The swatches are lovely, and the neutral tones make them soooo versatile, but I utterly love the detailing on the frames. The daybed is especially my favourite; i ALWAYS wanted a bed like that as a kid, and though i never got one, at least i can treat my sims to it asdfghjkjhgf. and omg the PLATFORM BED!!!!! perfection!

Literally Every Bedroom Set Ever by @myshunosun

am i cheating by just pointing you in myshunosun's general direction instead of specifying a set in particular? probably. do i feel bad about it? NO because I CANNOT CHOOSE and if you take a peek at their content you will understand! gorgeous quality, beautiful swatches that are SUPER versatile not only with all of the myshunosun sets but EA assets too, and really creative and aesthetic designs! Again, i honestly think there is a set for every kind of decor aesthetic, from your more simple ones to boho to darn right fancy, every sim will be catered for. AND of course the fact that there's entire SETS with matching furniture and decor items is a huge, HUUUUGE bonus. seriously, go check everything out STAT!!!!

i hope this helped! and sorry it took me a while to answer asdfghjhgfdsdfghjjhg but i did rlly have fun doing this one!! also thank you SO much for your kind words, you are honestly way too nice and i really appreciate it! hope you have an awesome day!

[lizzardwitch]

Top 3 Kendall Ships?

Ooooof I've got a lot to say let's go

3rd Place: Kendall/Ivan. Definitely not helped by the fact that I crushed heavy on Ivan (still do) when I was a kid & and that I just as heavily related with Kendall then as I do now. It's so adorable how Kendall always looks to Ivan whenever shit is going down and he tries to make her feel better, the entire episode where he destroys the suit of armor and IMMEDIATELY upon clocking how terrible the situation is, tries to do something about it because he doesn't want to make her upset especially is too fucking cute. They're like a subversion of the princess/knight dynamic, instead of insisting that Kendall be his damsel in distress, Ivan adores her just the way she is. The way he's constantly calling her "m'lady" (even though he does this with every girl) has me weak every time. In the Halloween episode where they were skipping together in their costumes <333. Their height difference is also adorable (and I think it's great how someone who is so used to old customs and traditions manages to get along with and have a deep bond with someone who is constantly developing technological advancements and believes in science).

2nd Place: Kendall/Shelby. Probably one of my favorite wlw ships in fiction, I absolutely adore the development their relationship had from the beginning where they would antagonize one another, moreso on Kendall's end to Let Sleeping Zords Lie, when Kendall actually makes good on her creed to correct her mistakes and begins to cooperate with Shelby more. Given how they're the only main female characters out of the entire team of 10 and incredibly intelligent, it's really nice to see them stand in solidarity with one another and support each other given their similar situations and interests. Definitely giving the writers props for subverting the childish trope of pitting women against each other for no reason in favor of character development for both. Their sunshine/sunshine protector dynamic is so cute and Shelby helping Kendall relax while Kendall employs her musical background to help Shelby got me going crazy oh my goddddd Kendall/Shelby girlfriendism is so real (+ I actually have some drafts/drawings for a Madoka Magica AU featuring these two lmao since I'm a sucker for pink/purple girlies)

1st Place: Kendall/Heckyl, hands down. This is gonna turn into a yap fest but I've been obsessed with them for nine years and that shows no signs of stopping any time soon, they're in my top 10 favorite ships of all time. Much like Ivan, I crushed heavily on Heckyl when I was a child (and still do) and absolutely ate up his flirting with her, calling her 'pretty lady' and things of the like. You can see it gradually, when he hesitates between saving her or revealing his identity upon Wish Star attacking (although he's still in his evil arc so he runs off). When he catches glances at her while working. When Shelby revealed his villainous nature and referenced him saving her from the car she looked and sounded so heartbroken during the scene :( (and in the Beauticruel episode he mentions that love hurts, which I interpret as him feeling at least a twinge of remorse about fumbling his relationship with Kendall)

I also love how in the finale they actually work together more once he turns good (after literally SAVING HER AGAIN AAAAAA), like how they cooperate in taking over Sledge's ship along with James & Phillip, and he's STANDING WITH HER IN THE MEGAZORD AND STAYS BY HER SIDE IN THE FIGHT AGAINST SNIDE. I'm willing to bet the only reason it took him so long to turn good in the finale was because Kendall wasn't in the café to convince him lmao

These two are the standard of what I want in a relationship: his constant flirting, the way they're both sassy, snarky, and intelligent but also provide a great contrast (her stoic, deadpan nature w/ his flamboyance and effervescence), and when his convictions are turned for the better, he always comes back to aid them no matter how much he wants to deny it initially (he's such a softie omg). These two are like the old married couple of the show. The autism/adhd couple next to Chase/Riley. The girlboss/malewife next to Shelby/Tyler, if you will. I've got so many headcanons & AUs for them, drawings of them, fics for them, I have a playlist for them, I'm just delusional over them bro

[beefrobeefcal]

I wanna take chubby Frankie to the michocana and buy him whatever the hell he wants, he wants an elote he gets an elote he wants three he gets three

OOOOOF NONNIE! WE THANK THEE FOR THE PROMPT.

I may have gone a little left field. While I didn't mention specific foods (as I am not well-versed on Mexican cuisine), I hope you enjoy what our fav chubby guy has in store for us today.

Beefro 👌🥩💜 --------<3---------

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Dine Out & Eat In

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie wants to dine out and you're more than happy to help him out. Takes place after Part One at some point

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,818 finally, a true one shot!

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, oral (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), eating, belly praise, belly stuffing, rough sexy stuff, weight gain, oral (both M and F), hair pulling, hand necklaces, f on top.

Author's Notes: Thank you all for the Chubby!Frankie love! Does this answer why we find him being chubby so damn hot? No! But some questions are not meant to be answered... at least not right away. And an even bigger thank you to @harryleatherfit & @theywhowriteandknowthings - your kind words and support are necessary for me to churn out smut. Bless you both!

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“Anything I want?”, Frankie mused.

“Anything you want.”, you replied.

It was both of your day off and you spent a good portion of the morning in bed, limbs tangled together. You wanted to celebrate Frankie's raise and promotion at work, thinking he would want to find a new way to fuck you or eat cake off your tits. But he was full of surprises.

“I want you to take me to that Mexican place...”, Frankie hesitated, still new to the idea that you liked to keep him well fed.

“Oh?”, you sat up on your elbow and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “And what would we do there?”

Frankie flashed you a smile. “You’re gonna make sure I eat everything I order.”

*****

Sitting across from Frankie, you watched as he’d gotten through two of the three plates of food he’d ordered. You’d already finished your one plate and were enjoying your soda and cranberry drink, eyeing him up from across the table.

“Fuck me, Mouse. I’m gonna need a wardrobe of spandex if I keep this up.”, Frankie huffed while sitting back into his seat. “I don’t think I can finish...”

“Hmmm. Frankie, you told me that my role tonight was to make sure you finish everything that you ordered.”, you said in a low voice, leaning forward. “You still have food, baby.”

“Mouse...”, Frankie whined much in the same way you did when he relentlessly pushed you to over stimulation. “S’too much.”

He watched as you got up and moved to sit next to him in the booth, reaching out to touch him.

“Oh, Frankie. You’re not that full, are you?”, you cooed as you pushed into his full, but still somewhat soft belly with a little more force while rubbing it. His cock was pushing against his belly and jeans, hard and straining.

You leaned in and purred into his ear before nuzzling him with your nose, “Come on. You got more room in here, baby.”

Frankie thought he would come right there in his pants.

Panting, he pulled the last dish towards him and began to eat it.

“Doing so good, baby... I gotta keep you nice and full... look at that belly, getting big and round... just a few more bites... baby, you getting full? no, you got room, honey... come on, baby... eat it all, get it in... every last bite, Frankie... good boy.”, you cooed into his ear, continuing your belly massage with the occasional push into him.

Once he had cleared the last plate, Frankie huffed out a breath, his swollen middle forcing him to sit back as he tried to hide a small burp. You sat at his side, continuing to console his overstuffed tummy, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Good work, baby. Look at this big, heavy belly.” , you cooed again, sliding your hand under and pushing up into his much firmer, protruding stomach. “Oh, my poor, stuffed baby... look at you- so big. Now you're full, Frankie."

He looked at you and gave a hazy grin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy your sweet pussy tonight, princess.”

*****

Once home, you kicked your shoes off and headed towards the den, thinking that Frankie would want to lay out on the couch to let his full belly settle.

“Where d’you think you’re going, princess?”, Frankie growled as he grabbed your wrist.

You turned and looked at him. His shirt was slightly riding up his engorged middle, and his eyes screamed a heated message at you: I'm not done with you.

“You said I can have whatever I want, and you think you get to walk away from me?”, he warned, stepping towards you to cage you into a corner. He put his hands on the walls either side of your head, leaning forward. You could feel the coil in your heat begin its torturous wind up.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you spoke in a small voice. “I figured you were going to...”

“What? You think because I'm full that I don’t wanna watch you writhe and scream under me? Think I’m too stuffed and not up for it, princess?”, he growled glaring down at you.

Your brain short circuited, leaving you whimpering under Frankie’s harsh glare.

“You’re a fucking tease, Mouse... your pretty mouth saying all sorts of sweet things to me at the restaurant. Made me almost come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”, he leaned in further, mouthing kisses along your jaw. “Shouldn’t be so mean to me, baby.”

You let out a moan as your hands reached up, one into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other to his belly. His kissing got more aggressive, turning to nips and bites along your neck, then he bit down harder at the conjunction of your neck and shoulder. You hissed and jabbed your palm into the side of his belly, eliciting a grunt form him.

Frankie grabbed your wrist roughly and spun you around, pushing your front up against the wall. His belly pressed against your back, hand still holding your wrist.

“What d’you think you’re doing? Huh? You’re mine tonight.”, he snarled into your ear.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he pushed his weight against you harder. You panted, feeling your arousal gushing.

“Nuh-uh, princess. You’re not going anywhere. Can’t let you out of my hold or you’re gonna run.” He began open-mouth, wet kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders. “You think you’re so fucking smart. Keeping me full and fat... keeping me slow so I can’t catch you.”

Frankie bit down again, drawing out a whimper from you, then growled in your ear, “Jokes on you, baby. I’m still hungry.”

He dove his hand down your front into your leggings and ran his fingers in your folds. You whined and rutted your hips against his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, princess. So fucking needy.”, he sneered, ripping his hand out from you and grabbing a fist full of your hair, forcing you to strain your neck and look at him.

“But I get mine first, princess.”, he growled, letting go of your hair and pulling you back from the wall by your arm, towards the den.

He let go of you once he got to the couch and sat down, leaning back with his knees spread to give room to his big tummy. He looked up at you, his amusement barely being contained behind his domineering exterior. But that gentleness was gone when he raised his eyebrows at you staring back at him.

“Well, princess? This dick isn’t gonna suck itself. Get on your knees.”

Kneeling between his open legs, you got to work trying to get his jeans open which was bit of challenge given that they were almost too small before dinner. Frankie was watching you with a smirk through lidded eyes, his belly rising and falling with each breath. “Come on, Mouse... don’t keep me waiting, baby.”

You huffed, giving him and irritated look, wanting to keep playing his game, but his  jeans were not opening.

He reached out and grabbed your chin forcefully. “Don’t give me attitude, Mouse. Last warning.”

Not thinking, you pulled your head back out of his grip and gave him indignant glare. “Frankie, your jeans are n-”

His hand went around your neck, and he pulled you towards him, eyes on fire and teeth clenched. “What did I just fucking say? Huh? You’re being a fucking brat and I didn’t order one of those with my meal.”

His other hand went down, and he was able to pop the button of his jeans open, his belly forcing the zipper wide. “Fucking easy, princess.”, he scoffed as he pushed you back from him. “Get to work.”

You looked up at him as you situated yourself between his knees. His face was stern with a clenched jaw, but his eyes were pleading with you to keep the game going. Moving his jeans, you could the see the damp area on his grey boxer-briefs from his leaking tip. Pulling those down, his cock sprung up against his belly, begging for your touch.

You pumped his cock and rubbed your thumb over the slit and Frankie sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, Mouse.”, he growled through gritted teeth.

His hand came out and grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, pushing your mouth over his cock. You swirled your tongue around the tip before you took his length down your throat. Your cunt was now drooling from his forceful actions and words.

“Yeah, please... baby... oh fuck yeah...”, Frankie groaned, as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

You needed a release. Your cunt was throbbing, and you whimpered around his length. You took a hand off his knee and snuck it down to begin rubbing your clothed pussy, praying for some relief.

Frankie looked down when you whimpered, his hand in your hair continuing to guide your movements. He saw that one of your hands on his knee and the other was nowhere to be seen. He yanked your mouth off his cock, pulling you up to look at him.

“You that fucking desperate, princess? Can’t just suck my dick, you gotta get yours, too? Fucking greedy brat.”, he snarled.

Frankie loved the vision in front of him: you were almost dangling from his grip in your hair, lips red and worried from your work on his cock, needy and begging for him. He let go of your hair, then gave you an evil smile and chuckled darkly, his hand now around your neck, holding you in place.

“Please, Frankie... please... I need ...”, you begged.

“My poor baby... what do you need, princess?”, he cooed mockingly at you.

You whimpered again, arousal robbing you of a vocabulary. You tried wriggling again from his grasp while holding on to his wrist.

“No words, huh? Just a fucking attitude.”, he sneered with a shake of his head. “You need me to fuck the attitude out of you. Teach you a fucking lesson.”

He pushed you back with enough force to have you land on your butt on the floor. Standing up, he tucked himself back into his boxers, jeans hanging off his hips and his belly pushing out. He looked down at you. “Get up, you fucking brat. Bed. Now.”, he barked.

You didn’t waste a second and all but ran down the hall to your room. Frankie came in behind you and began to roughly take your clothes off. Standing in front of him naked, he pushed you on to the bed.

“You’re gonna regret this, princess.”, he crooned as he grabbed you by the ankle and yanked you to the edge of the bed, then kneeled on the floor, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. “Shoulda just behaved when you had the chance. You know I can stuff myself to the max and still have more than enough room to devour your pussy over and over and over...”

He bites down hard the inside of your thigh, enough so that you know there’s going to a bruise, and you cried out. You tried to get out of his grasp, but his grip on you tightened.

“I warned you, princess.”

He dove in and latched his lips to your clit and sucked. You screeched your hands went to his hair.

He pushed two fingers into your aching heat and hummed when he found that beautiful, sacred spot, and repeatedly hit it with each pump.

“Oh god... Frankie... please... please.... ohmygod....”

You could feel your walls begin to twitch and the telltale signs of your impending orgasm.

“Oh, Mouse... baby, you gonna come? Already?”, he cooed, as he slowed his fingers down.

“No, please don’t stop... Frankie, please!”, you cried out.

“Baby, I told you - you were gonna regret it.”, he said sweetly. “You gotta learn your lesson.”

You’d had enough. As much fun as it was being his plaything, you needed your release. You sat up and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling his face close to yours, nose to nose. You were vibrating from your failed orgasm and ready to draw blood.

You growled in his face. “I’m not playing anymore, Frankie. You’re either fucking me right now or I’m gonna-”

“What’re you gonna do, princess?” He gave you a cocky grin, his hands snaking their way up your body to your waist.

Your grip on his shirt tightened and you scowled. “This.”

You pushed him backward, him landing on his back on your bedroom floor. “Jesus Christ, Mouse!”, he hollered angrily, having caught him off guard. His full stomach was protesting the sudden impact he had with the floor, and he held it protectively.

He then tried to sit up, but you crawled up and sat on his thighs and pushed him back down forcefully. He tried once more to sit up, but between his heavy belly and you shoving him back, he knew it was no use.

“You had your chance, Catfish.”, you snapped at him, voice dark and demanding. “I want it. Now.”

His eyes went wide, taken aback by your use of his call sign and ferocity. Normally when you took control, you played the role of a femme fatal with a remarkable ease but were never forceful or physical like he was. When Frankie realized that he had pushed you to your limit, he melted, and he was thrilled.

“Oh fuck, baby…”, he moaned, reaching out to you.

You shoved his hands away forcefully, and pulled his boxers down, releasing his hard cock again. You grabbed it and pumped it a few times, while growling, “You throw me around like a fucking doll and look at you now. Too fucking stuffed to fight back.”

You spat on your hand and grabbed his cock, lubricating it. He grabbed your hips as you lined up with his length. Through gritted teeth, Frankie growled, “Take it, baby... yeah, take what you need.”

“Shut up!”, you snarled as you began to drop down and take him in.

You gasped as he bottomed out in you, eyes skewed in pain and relief all rolled into one. He watched your face contort and gently rubbed his thumbs soothingly over your hip bones, knowing that you would need a minute to adjust to his size.

“Come on, princess. You got me pinned to the floor and belly’s too fucking full to fight back… use me, baby… please… come on.”, he moaned, encouraging movement through his grip on your hips.

You started to rock your hips, and you planted a hand on his chest to steady you. Your rocking started to increase, and you let small gasps and cries out in time with your movement.

Between how tight and warm you were, the sounds coming from your mouth, and the view Frankie had over his belly of you bouncing on his cock, he was a wreck.

“Fuck… princess… feel so good… pussy’s perfect for me… ride me… that’s it, baby, fucking use me… take what you- what you need… fuck me, baby…”, he panted.

Your legs started to shake, growing tired, but you pushed on and increased your speed. You reached your hand down and began to rub circles over your clit, propelling yourself to the edge.

“Mouse… honey… slow down… I’m close, baby… I gotta get you- please… oh fuck, baby…”, Frankie begged, trying to hold out for you to get close, too, and then he felt your walls start to spasm.

“Yes!… yes, baby… I’m… fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…Frankie!”, you cried out, your orgasm ripping through your body.

Frankie moaned a string of unintelligible obscenities, his hips bucking up into you as he spilled his load into you.

Both of you were breathing hard for what felt like minutes and years. You were trying not to collapse on his stomach, but he reached up and pulled you down for a kiss – the first proper one since you got home – and enjoyed the afterglow. He winced as your body laid over his strained belly.

“Fuck, Mouse…”, he breathed out, smiling.

You sat up and lifted yourself off of him then sat on his lap, while he laid on the floor, arms now behind his head.

“You okay?”, you asked quietly, rubbing his tummy with one hand.

“I’m good, baby. Just super fucking full and fucked out.”, he chuckled. “You’re a fucking beast.”

You continued to massage his tummy, and he grunted in approval. “Keep doing that… feels good, Mouse.”, he hummed.

“Frankie…honey?”

He looked up at you, puzzled expression on his face, to you looking back at him with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.

“I’m pretty sure you said you’d eat everything… and pussy’s for dessert, Frankie.”, you cooed and batted your eyelashes at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby…”, he chuckled smiling, and grabbed your hips to pull you forward to your favourite seat.

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@harryleatherfit @harriedandharassed

[quitealotofsodapop]

Okay, angsty thought, but Iron Fan pulling away from Qi Xiaotian a bit with how lucky Spicynoodles are when it comes to babies. She's softened to her child's spouse a lot, but there's a seed of resentment because she wanted that with DBK. She wanted to be happy and pregnant with several children, her spouse sobbing over her and the newest child when birthing time comes.

She's jealous and hates that she's jealous.

Ooooof she would feel terrible for feeling jealous.

She loves Red Son so much, he was her entire world for the time his father was imprisoned. But she always dreamed of a busy, messy, chaotic home where many children could be themselves like she wasn't able to do growing up in the Jade Palace.

So when the "Little Thief" and her only child start making babies like bao buns? It hurts.

She can't bare to even look at MK for the first few months of the twins' pregnancy. It took her and DBK years and prayers to a certain goddess to be even given a chance at having a child, but Spicynoodles weren't even paying close attention and got Two at once?!

Princess Iron Fan feels as though she's failed. Failed at being a wife, queen, and mother. Unable to provide more than the bare minimum for her husband and king.

She hates that she resents her upcoming grandbabies, and eventually breaks down crying infront of DBK while sorting through old baby clothes they had bought for children that never arrived. He hugs his wife and lets her cry into his chest for hours, spilling his own tears.

Lots of talking and tea time therapy at Sandy occurs afterwards between the grandparents and Spicynoodles.

Eventually the return of a certain unwanted brother-in-law trying to harm her unborn grandchildren kicks Iron Fan's protective maternal instincts into gear. She may not have been lucky to have had the big family she always wanted, but damn if she's gonna take it out on her future grandchildren and her son's spouse.

When go time for the birth finally arrives, she's in a daze. Even with help she still feels a touch of schadenfreude when she hears a sound of pain coming from the delivery room. When Red finally annouces the arrival of two healthy baby girls, PIF cries again, now from joy.

[jaywaslost]

A week away

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Long story short I got bored and decided Finch and Hacker decided more content, so this was born

Ooooof course this includes some headcanons @asukamood and I have, in our defense theres barely any canon content of either of them. Anyways, enjoy what you're getting into :D

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Sypnosis:

“You don’t just- get to do that! You don’t get to disappear for a week and not answer my questions when you come back Finch.”

The words hung heavy in the air, each sentence a weighted accusation that Finch felt like built up to a feeling of guilt that was growing with each second. He stood there, caught between the exhaustion and the emotional storm in Hacker’s eyes.

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Creak

The door slid open, noise echoing through the otherwise silent room.

The man in the doorway looked around, but couldn’t see anything within the darkness of the house.

The hour was quite late, around 3:45 in the morning. Finch had just gotten back from a week-long mission, exhaustion written all over his features.

Putting his shoes away, he didn’t even bother taking his hat off before immediately collapsing on the couch. He shouldn’t be awake at this time, but some things can not be helped, this was one of those times.

It had been too long since he got to lay down and take a breather. It felt strange to do so after nonstop movement, but it was a welcome change of pace.

Heavens knew he needed it anyway.

He should probably eat, but his muscles were too sore to even think about getting up and grabbing something, let alone having to look around in the dark.

It was late, anyway. He may wake up Hacker with too much ruckus.

It’d been a while since he got to talk to Hacker..

His..fiance. 5 months earlier, the taller decided he wanted to take their relationship to the next level and took his chance when they were alone after an outing. It was clearly planned for a while, the ring picked perfectly to his size and liking.

It wasn’t all too flashy or big, but clearly not an ordinary run-of-the-mill one, perfect for his tastes.

He really knew what to look for.

It was meant to be a regular week for them earlier, but that was until lord Dream himself requested Finch’s presence urgently.

Neither of them knew the reason or how long he’d take, but it was expected to not be longer than maybe a few hours at most, a day if overkill.

But here he was now, back after a week.

One where he completely disappeared.

He didn’t check his phone during those few days, both lacking the ability and chance to.

He wonders if Hacker said anything about it..

It’s not the time to think about this, he should change.

Letting out a sigh from his lips, Finch sat back up, pausing momentarily to calm his head as it suddenly decided to make his life harder and feel like it was about to explode. Hacker would have loved to make jokes every time he said his head was pounding the last few days.

It felt oddly strange not to have someone laughing at every other word he said that could be misinterpreted.

He had gotten too used to the other’s presence, hadn’t he?

..no clue if that was good or not, but it wasn’t time to worry about that.

Finally mustering up the energy to get off the couch, he stood and decided to go to the closest bathroom in hopes of at least managing to wash his face before getting some much-needed rest. The last thing that mattered at that time was if the lights were on or not; Finch was very aware he looked like an absolute mess but didn’t have enough energy to care, not one bit and not at this hour.

The bathroom light flickered dimly as Finch entered, casting shadows all around him. The mirror reflected a face marked with exhaustion, dark circles beneath tired eyes. His hair was more messy than he’d usually leave it to be, uniform slightly wrinkled. As the water ran, he cupped his hands and splashed it on his face, the cool sensation felt refreshing even with the weariness that weighed him down.

Leaving the bathroom, he finally made his way to the room he and Hacker shared. The hallway felt longer than usual, each step echoing in the silence of the dimly lit apartment. Finch found himself leaning on the wall for support almost the entire time, his legs protesting the effort.

Leaning against the wall, Finch began to regret not just staying on the couch. The warmth emanating from the room felt inviting, but it was too late to go back now. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side.

The door creaked open, revealing the unlit room in all of its messy glory. It wasn’t a surprise to see some of his belongings lying around, it would be safe to assume the other got lonely and missed his presence. The cold air from the window hit him in the face immediately, causing him to shiver a little bit. It seemed like Hacker forgot to close it before going to sleep that night.

As his eyes adjusted to the room and its lighting once again, he noticed a figure sitting by the edge of the bed staring right at him. A rhythmic tapping sound echoed through the space, only stopping when their eyes met.

This should have been expected, Hacker has never been one for a normal sleep schedule and he wasn’t there to enforce one on him either. It probably spiraled out of control while he was gone.

The sound of the tapping wasn’t easy on the headache, but before Finch could get a word in, the other spoke up.

“Looks like you finally decided I was worth seeing again?” Hacker asked, words laced with spite.

Wonderful, this wasn’t going to be fun. The tapping had finally stopped, which was a relief at the very least.

”Hello to you too, Hacker," Finch managed, though the words escaped his lips in a monotone whisper. The energy required to sound out any warmth or emotion into his greeting seemed beyond his grasp at the moment, he was barely capable of processing what he heard and getting himself to say a thing at all. His initial dream of collapsing onto the bed and slipping into much-needed unconsciousness now felt like a distant fantasy, shattered by the tension that hung in the air.

The blond man, sensing Finch's mood, got off the bed and approached him cautiously. His tone shifted from stern to a more pressing concern.

"Where were you?"

Finch met Hacker's gaze with a wearied expression, his eyes heavy with fatigue. He then glanced back at the clock on their desk, a silent acknowledgment of the ungodly hour that had unfolded in the silence of their shared space. Neither of them should have still been awake at that time.

"Why are you awake? It’s 4 in the morning. That’s really not good for you, we ta-"

"I asked you a question, answer me," Hacker interrupted, his demanding tone hinting at the weight of whatever had transpired during the other’s absence. The room, illuminated only by the new soft glow of the desk lamp Hacker turned on moments ago (Finch doesn’t know how he missed that), felt suspended in a quiet tension, both men standing in the middle of a conversation that seemed to get them nowhere so far.

“Hacker-”

“I’ve waited for days wondering where you were. You didn’t respond to a single text. I'd have preferred you left me on seen; I’d have at least known you were ALIVE-”

“Can we please leave this for the morning? You need to rest. I c-”

“You don’t just- get to do that! You don’t get to disappear for a week and not answer my questions when you come back Finch.”

The words hung heavy in the air, each sentence a weighted accusation that Finch felt like built up to a feeling of guilt that was growing with each second. He stood there, caught between the exhaustion and the emotional storm in Hacker’s eyes.

At this point, Hacker's frustration seemed to overcome the concern he felt. Was it that? Had they merged? Finch couldn’t tell.

He had never found himself feeling so conflicted over anything. The walls seemed to close in, the silence amplifying the gravity of the situation. It felt slightly difficult to breathe, why had he not thought of this? Finch’s shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, searching for words that could at least break some of the silence between them. Yet, the weight of the unspoken lingered, his tongue feeling heavy.

Hacker's frustration began to morph into a deeper worry as he took in the sight of Finch. The lines of exhaustion etched on Finch's face spoke volumes, and beneath the weariness, Hacker caught a glimpse of something else – vulnerability. That was enough to shake whatever he had built up, any anger that might have felt at that moment fading away.

The other never showed vulnerability. He was raised a soldier and never grew out of that, never allowing himself a moment of fragility or one second of relaxation either.

"Finch," Hacker's voice softened, concern (or perhaps regret?) replacing the anger that had fueled his previous words. He took a step closer, his eyes searching Finch's for some explanation that could quell the rising anxiety within him. The ‘flame’ was smaller than usual, from what he could see it was a light blue instead of the usual yellow or white.

"I get that you've had a tough week, but you can't just shut me out like this. What happened?"

Finch hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Hacker's eyes again. Every cell in his body had been screaming in protest to his movements, it took everything in him to stay standing the entire…20? minutes they had been arguing if it can be called that.

If he wanted it to end, Finch knew he had to at least say something to calm the other’s nerves.

"It's complicated," he began, voice still as blank as it was before, but now carrying a hint of desperation "I didn’t expect it to last this long, but it turned out the mission I was deployed on was given to us based on mostly false information. I had to figure out what to do on my own with that."

Hacker's expression shifted to a mix of empathy and frustration, it was more like childish annoyance in a sense. "Well then whoever gave that information should’ve been the one dealing with it, not you. I was alone for so long waiting for you to show up in what you said would’ve been 2 days, did they really not have anyone else to help or anything?” he complained.

Finch nodded. The room felt quieter, the tension slowly dissipating as the atmosphere got lighter. At the lack of another response,Hacker finally let Finch’s shoulder go and dragged him towards the bed, realizing how likely it was that he didn’t rest during that entire ordeal.

"We’ll be talking about it tomorrow, do you hear me?" Hacker stated firmly, Finch nodded. The room felt quieter, the tension slowly dissipating as the atmosphere lightened. At the lack of another response, Hacker finally let Finch’s shoulder go and gently guided him towards the bed, recognizing the likelihood that Finch hadn’t rested during that entire ordeal.

Finch, caught in the undertow of exhaustion, managed a low but affirmative murmur. The events of the past week, the stress he had been carrying, all felt a little more distant as He lowered himself onto the bed holding onto the other for some support. He was still fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. In any other situation, Hacker may have joked about that, Finch willing to lay down in his work clothes and risk them getting ruined, but it didn’t feel like the time to (that didn’t mean he wouldn’t in the morning, though).

Hacker lingered by the bedside for a moment before going to turn off the lamp he switched on moments ago. He didn’t hesitate to get into the bed next to his beloved right after, he earned the right to some cuddles at the very least after all of that, Finch should have heard all he told Blue during this absence! He was so miserable on his own.

Finch didn’t protest, if anything he pulled himself closer to the other’s embrace having not felt this safe in days. He didn’t know why it felt that way, not like Hacker was capable of fighting someone off if the house was for example broken into.

Regardless, it was nice. He didn’t mind it.

Shockingly, despite his fatigue, Hacker was the one who fell asleep first. Finch only realized it when he tried to turn to his side but got pulled closer instead.

He didn’t try again, letting the sleeping Hacker do as he wished. The other was a heavy sleeper, he didn’t have to worry that much about waking him.

“You worry too much for me” he muttered, a weight setting back in his chest.

“This is why I feared accepting your advances, it’ll be the death of you. I’m not worth all of that” he sighed, though a smile didn’t leave his face.

With that, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

[dangermousie]

After that fight, she drinks and when she comes home, she accidentally takes too many of her antidepressants and end up in the hospital. The scene of LX out of his mind with terror and guilt is delicious.

Honestly, I kinda love broccoli. I don't ship him with FL and there are honestly no vibes on either of their parts, but his giving it to LX straight is exactly what the guy needed to get his head out a particular place.

When he did his noble idiot act (for completely understandable reasons, I don't judge him for it), he clearly thought he'd be the only one to suffer but I love that no it did magically make it all OK for her. She hides it so well that even I the viewer forgot how depressed she was after he was arrested; if I did no wonder LX who had no idea about it in the first place, never caught on. But I do so love that he has to confront that he wasn't the only one who (nobly) suffered so she'd have a great life and that his idea that she had no damage and led a charmed existence other than whatever brief grief over the breakup is blown to smithereens. Both their lives got damaged horribly and almost destroyed. And he contributed to her damage even if he didn't mean to and wasn’t the only one (hi there monster parents you are very responsible!) and even if for all we know, if he didn't noble idiot, the outcome would be the same or worse. He's been walking around so visibly damaged but hers is just as profound. And I think having this very blunt talk actually opens potential for future emotional equality - it shakes him out of the paradigm that he's the only true sufferer.

Oooof! In a way, he subconsciously thought he could lash out at her because she could take it; she was unwounded and happy and whole. And this is where he finds out it's a facade.

Honestly, broccoli has a point.

Ouch ouch ouch! (Also this is the first civil thing LX ever said to him.)

A commonality of their suffering and reminder that he hurt her back then are probably things that will move this relationship forward the most and I cannot wait. His whole image of the outcome of his actions and her past three years has been blown to smithereens.

I love this shot.

Ooooof, oooof, my heart!

They both need occasional reminders that the other is not an unshakable saint on a pedestal they sometimes view the other as, and this one was quite timely.