#Sierra tagged me in this so...

[userlaylivia]

@cuddlyreader

♡ sierra’s 1.6k celebration  @elena-gilbert asked 🦋 delena dance in 1x19 or delena dance in 6x22

[ethersierra]

Hi it's been SO long since I've drawn Taako. But here he is

[notdeadyetnatural]

They've been married for FOUR YEARS! Happy anniversary everyone!

Revamped this for the @destielvalentineszine2025, go check out the other submissions!

[stone-stars]

okay you talk about naddpod music all the time and i love it and i want to listen to more naddpod music!!! but there's only like two albums on spotify.. where are you listening to em? is it a patreon thing?

hi! so here’s a post i made a bit ago breaking down what music has been released! there’s a few more songs out there on the patreon than just the ones on spotify, but unfortunately most songs haven’t actually been put anywhere outside of playing in the background of the podcast.

since i made that post there are a few extra notes i can add, though!

home is where the hearth is, the new c3 lyrics song, was released after i made that post

also, some of the songs from emily’s old albums on bandcamp were later repurposed as naddpod songs. notably, from spooky grooves and groovy spooks, “mummy strip tease (sex beat)” became “stallios” and “demon strut (ambient strut)” is “the mindflayer’s lair”. (“halloween at philip glass’s house” also became “broken heart banshee”, but that one is available on the patreon already)

[lunearobservatory]

Ok so what does Nevada's full drag glam look like though. Face wig and fits the whole thing. Is she cunty ? Answer me that one, tumblr.

[juniperhillpatient]

it’s literally so disappointing in high stakes adventure stories when a character seems like they’re gonna die & is set up to die or be dead & are revealed to be fine. like the stakes have been set now. I’m not worried about anyone & the story is 80% less interesting cmon

[shegetsburned]

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐱-𝐨𝐧𝐞 —

a call of duty: modern warfare fanfiction

➼ characters: Kate Laswell, Luna Ursi (oc)

➼ summary: : Luna gets recruited in what appears to be another risky mission to stop Hassan Zayani.

➼ a/n: this is just a small fic to introduce the way Luna got into this mess, and also how she’s going to meet Alejandro for the first time hihihiiii (traduction of french dialogues at the end btw)

➼ word count: 1,9k

part i

The weight on her shoulders never seemed to fade. From the moment she wakes up to the time she lets her mind drift to sleep, it was a constant pain. 

Her entire life gravitated around work and it controlled most of it. The people she knew, the places she’s been to and the emotions she felt were mainly caused by her status as a Lieutenant. 

Luna had learned to live with it, but her body was certainly scarred by the pressure.

Her work with Bravo team at the embassy had drastically changed her life and the way she saw her duties. Nothing was right or wrong, anymore. 

When the lieutenant arrived home, around noon, just after her morning shift, she couldn’t help but be exhausted. She lazily dropped the keys on the counter, followed by her bag. Her boots stained the ground when she made her way to a more open and bright area of the house, searching for her mother.

When she hears faint chatter in the garden, her curiosity gets the best of her. Her mother wasn’t one for visitors. She certainly liked the peace and quiet that her retirement allowed her. But the other voice was familiar. Almost too familiar. 

“Maman?” 

It took her mother several seconds before answering her pleas. 

“On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” *

She was soft-spoken, which hurried the cop to take herself outside and find out what this was about.

“Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” **

An old friend coming to visit? If there was something she tried to distance herself from as much as possible it was friends from work. Keeping her family a secret was very important for the girl considering the circumstances she might put herself into.

Luna didn’t bother to take off her paraphernalia before carefully stepping out the back door, to see her mother sipping the delicate green drink she had made for her guest and herself. 

Unfortunately, she immediately recognizes the supposed old friend sitting in front of her parent. Her blonde hair tightly tied in a bun betrayed the seriousness of this lady’s presence in her house.

Luna stopped in her tracks, planting her gaze on the woman.

“Ursi. How’s it going?” 

Kate Laswell was sharing a drink with her mother and, at this moment, there was nothing Luna hated more than to see the innocent figure of a family member facing a direct threat to their safety. 

“What are you doing here?” She sharply asks, not giving into this warm act.

Laswell was no idiot. Sensing the hostility in her voice, her lips escaped a chuckle before she rested one arm against the back of her chair. “Do you mind if we head inside and chat?”

She turned her attention back to Luna’s mother, standing up and leaning towards the table with a complicit look like they had known each other for years. “It’s a little hot out here, and these mosquitoes are eating me alive.” 

Luna, arms crossed, was silent, admiring the audacity of the station chief to invite herself into her house, with an irritated expression.

Smirking, Laswell left the small wooden table before stepping down the patio. “Excuse us, Mrs. Ursi.” 

She joins Luna’s side, a hand around the glass she drank from before. 

“Nice meeting you, Mrs. Laswell.” The retired mother says, contemplating her girl and the woman beside her, totally unaware of what her presence could mean.

“Oh, please. Call me Kate.”

Another wider smile arbored her mouth, before she took a look at Luna, and made her way into the house.

The operator shook her head in disbelief, clearly showing her discomfort in having her in their home. Her mother was a gentle soul and understood how important her daughter’s duties were. But Luna had never talked about Kate Laswell, and there was a reason for this behaviour.

After a few exchanges with her mother, Luna followed the woman, sliding the transparent door behind her to isolate the two of them. The last thing she wanted was for her mother to eavesdrop on their conversation. 

She took the time to remove her first layer of clothes, only left with her thermal fleece and cargo pants, before facing whatever news she had been dreading since Laswell had reappeared in her life. 

“So, Kate, something you wanted to talk to me about?” 

The woman turned around, facing Luna this time. The usual chuckle made its way out of her mouth before she set her drink aside and took another seat.

“I need an experienced driver.” 

The words couldn’t help but make Luna forcingly smile. 

“Someone with a clean sheet, who’s used to discretion and can easily navigate dangerous roads. You’re the best for what’s about to happen.”

Still silent, the operator looks down with a sigh. Her demand was so predictable so why was she so vexed?

“How’s your Spanish?”

“You’re wasting your breath.” Luna cut Kate off, a hand on the sofa in front of her. Her crisped muscles tightly gripped the fabric.

“And most importantly, my time.” 

Of course, Laswell knew if she wanted her help, it would take more than just asking. The last mission had left scars on Luna and it was not an easy task to make her remember and reenlist her into the same kind of thing. But Laswell had her ways and was more than determined. 

“I’m done with all of this,” Luna explained, with a hint of remorse.

Laswell readjusted herself on the seat, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs. “Listen, this is an off-the-books kind of job.”

“Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ve got a life here.”

“Oh, absolutely.” The woman responds, perfectly understanding her situation. “But you’re what I need. I need your expertise.”

Aware of her capacities, Luna had no problem humbling herself, knowing there were tons of other operators capable of whatever Kate was asking her to do.

“You don’t need my expertise, you need manpower.” 

Decided to make her understand the seriousness of the current situation, Laswell decides to drop a bomb. 

“Hassan has resurfaced.” 

This name. 

She hadn’t heard it in years. It made her blood boil. Luna’s knuckles were white from holding so tightly onto the seat, nails almost digging through. Her eyes went from left to right, searching for answers, questions flowing through her mind. 

“I thought Al-Qatala was done for.” 

On a more serious note, Laswell sat back up, rubbing her hands together. “It’s not only Al-Qatala. It’s getting bigger, Luna.”

“Where is he?”

“He passed the Mexican border, with the help of the cartel.”

A curse escaped her lips. Her unit had fought so hard for him to not get through when he first tried the Canadian border and now the cartel had successfully smuggled the man, actively roaming around the United States.

“This is serious. We’re talking about Russian-provided ballistic missiles, here.” 

A careful hand made its way through a small brown purse on the ground, grabbing out a bunch of files and sealed documents.

“I need your expertise. I don’t need manpower. I have enough manpower.” 

She followed her words by spreading the documents on the table in front of her, revealing pictures and lines of confidential information on different assets and military personnel. 

Luna hesitated, knowing her curiosity would get the best of her. She made her way around the sofa, biting her tongue before grabbing the documents and sitting down in front of the other woman. Her hand slowly wandered through the papers, quickly reading the pieces of information, the names. Some she had heard of, some which were more than familiar and some she hadn’t ever stumbled upon. 

“Price is still in on it? Garrick?”

“And Farah.” 

It’s almost like hearing her teammates’ names awoke the girl. This strange boost of adrenaline she felt every time they had fought side by side got her heart pumping. She remembered the numerous times they risked their lives for one another. Especially Farah. She had risked so much to save her people and Luna couldn’t have wished for a better leader. 

She couldn’t possibly let her down once more. 

Luna drops the papers, before rubbing her face with both hands and letting herself fall back against the sofa. 

“I have seen you handle yourself under pressure, Luna.” Laswell’s words drew her attention back to the task at hand. “And when people needed you, in order to survive, you showed up.”

Her chest followed the long breaths Luna took, while listening to the station chief. She remembered the raid, the embassy, and the complicated missions she had gone through in 2019. It had been torture to try and not think about these events, every single day. 

But knowing they were bound to occur once more was even more insufferable. 

She had to help.

Luna took a second to herself, reevaluating her choices and the responsibilities she would have to endorse by accepting this job. 

But she certainly wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let something catastrophic happen. With a long exhale she readjusted herself on the sofa, ready to accept the task at hand.

“Where do you need me?” 

The operator leaned forward, forcing eye contact with her superior, making her understand she was on board with the operation. Obviously, it meant compromises. But Laswell knew her way around these kinds of agreements. 

“I need you in a cargo plane with Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley for Las Almas.”

Luna got up and quickly glanced towards the window on her right where she could see her mother. She was peacefully reading, with her small glasses on, naively enjoying her day. 

If this mission meant avoiding another catastrophe and protecting the ones she loved, she was prepared for anything. 

Despite being reluctant to work with Price since the last task, which made her grandly question his work methods, she liked to think she could make a difference by returning to the field. 

“What’s waiting for us there?”

Kate shows a warm and inviting smile, discerning the same determined ounce in Luna’s voice that she had heard three years ago. 

“You’ll be greeted by Colonel Alejandro Vargas of the Mexican special forces. They’ll help you guys capture Zyani who’s possibly hiding in a cartel hideout.” 

This unknown name immediately sparked Luna’s curiosity. 

“Colonel Vargas? Is he to be trusted?” 

“I fully support the men that will help you interrogate Hassan. Their hearts are in the right place.” 

As much as Kate knew who to trust, most of the time, Luna couldn’t help but have her doubts about the special forces. Most of the ground forces over at Las Almas had been corrupted. 

At least, that’s what she heard.

Laswell followed the operator’s lead, getting up as well and rearranging her documents, before adding a commentary on a more playful note. “I knew I could win you over.” 

Luna chuckled, directing herself towards the front door where she had entered earlier, opening it widely to invite the guest to finally leave. 

“Of course, you did.” 

Laswell made her way to the door, now standing in front of her entry. She then held out her hand to the other woman, hopeful that she’d return the favour. 

Despite the animosity, Luna took it, firmly shaking her hand with the corner of her lips twirled into a smile she couldn’t hide anymore. “Do not try to win over my mother, again.”

Kate scoffed, glad, in a sense, that she had the pleasure of talking to her friend again. Both already apprehending the challenges they would have to face in their quest to apprehend Hassan and his many allies. 

“Glad you’re back, Six-One.”

—

traduction:

* “On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” -> “We’re in the back, come join us, Luna.”

** “Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” -> “An old friend came to see you.”

—

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[i-wanna-show-you-off]

catch me liking all stars even though it’s objectively the worst total drama season

[acealistair]

"people who think gale was the abuser" "people who make a joke out of gale's trauma" "people who make fun of gale's boundaries and coerce him into doing sexual things he's uncomfortable with" "people who viciously hate gale"

gee whiz i seem to be following the right people bc rn i'm that one post that's like "hearing about fandom discourse like it's a giant monster passing under your boat"

[aylaaescar]

I never talk about him but I DO have a Kader, I DO love him, and someday I will even resume his playthrough + maybe write out his relationship w my Brosca

[ssongsboo]

its 2am and im up thinking abt bitch ass fucking hyungseok omfg sb sedate me i cant take this anymore i need his fingers shoved down my throat

[mcrdvcks]

Hi! I have a small request with Logan Howlett. I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader and Logan are putting up Christmas trees together (with their kids if possible) and it’s just so heart-warming, so domestic life, so cozy, so tooth-rotting sweet, so hunky husband material, and AAAAAHH—! #needthat 😍🥰🩷

Deck The Halls

Summary: You and Logan decorate for Christmas with your kids.

Word Count: 2k+

Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x fem!reader

Notes: sorry if this took a bit too long anon! i had to listen to quite a lot of christmas music while also being stressed that finals are next week and having like 2 final projects due friday that i haven't started... anyways, i hope this is what you wanted!

(you can imagine any logan for this it's not specified. and thank you for 800 followers!)

warnings/tags: laura!!, reader and logan have a biological kid, fluff!!

Laura propped open the door, the cold chill rushing inside as you lugged the tree inside. Sierra, who was already inside, her beanie slipping down onto her forehead, her gloves a tad bit oversized.

“Careful, you’re going to scratch the walls,” Laura said with a smirk, standing off to the side with her arms crossed.

“I got it,” you huffed, struggling to balance the massive tree as it scraped against the doorway. “If someone actually helped instead of supervising, this might go faster.”

Logan appeared behind you, a grunt escaping him as he took the tree from your hands like it was nothing. “That someone’s right here.”

“Show-off,” you muttered, shaking your head but smiling.

Sierra toddled over, her beanie nearly falling into her eyes as she pointed dramatically toward the corner of the living room. “It goes there! Right there, Daddy!”

“Bossy, just like your mom,” Logan teased, earning him a playful glare from you.

“You better be glad it’s Christmas,” you shot back, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Otherwise, I’d make you do all the decorating by yourself.”

Laura leaned against the doorway with a grin. “I vote we let Dad string up the lights. He’ll get all growly when they tangle.”

“Keep it up, kid,” Logan warned as he hoisted the tree into place, his tone gruff but laced with affection. “You’ll find yourself untangling them.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Laura replied, grabbing a nearby box of ornaments. “I’m just saying, you’re the one who’ll probably break half the bulbs.”

“Okay, let’s focus,” you cut in, handing Sierra a tiny star ornament from the box.

“Laura said she’d lift me up so I can put the star on top!” Sierra announced, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush.

“Laura said what now?” Logan arched a brow at Laura, who shrugged, completely unbothered.

“She asked. I said sure,” Laura said, bending down to tug her boots off. “I’m strong enough. She doesn’t weigh that much.”

“Not the point,” Logan grumbled, shaking his head. “We’ll handle the star. You two can do the ornaments.”

Sierra pouted dramatically, her bottom lip sticking out in protest. “But Laura’s more fun! She said she’d spin me around so I could hang the ornaments way up high.”

“Logan, it’s Christmas,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Let them have fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She falls, and I’ve gotta listen to Sierra scream and you yell at me for letting it happen,” he replied dryly.

“Dad!” Sierra gasped, looking scandalized. “Laura’s not gonna drop me. She’s a ninja.”

“Pretty sure ninjas don’t decorate Christmas trees,” Logan muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

Sierra turned to Laura with a grin. “See? He didn’t say no.”

“That’s not—” Logan started, but you cut him off with a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Let them have their fun. We’ll supervise,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But if anything breaks—”

“Nothing’s gonna break,” Laura interjected, already hoisting Sierra up in her arms. “We’ve got this.”

Sierra let out a delighted squeal as Laura lifted her, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Logan grumbled under his breath, something about how Christmas was supposed to be “calm, not a circus.”

“Relax,” you said softly, leaning against him as you watched the girls. “This is what Christmas is about.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t,” you rested your head on his shoulder. “Now, let’s get those lights untangled,” you spoke, moving toward the box of decorations.

“Why do they always come out of the box like this?” he muttered, pulling out a jumbled ball of lights.

“Because you never roll them up properly,” you teased, pulling the end of the strand from his hand.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t the one who packed them last year,” Logan shot back, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Details,” you said with a grin, carefully working the knots apart.

Across the room, Sierra’s laughter rang out as Laura spun her in a slow circle, letting her hang ornaments on the higher branches.

“Faster, Laura!” Sierra squealed.

“Faster, and you’re gonna go flying,” Logan called over his shoulder, his tone a mix of warning and humor.

“She’s fine, Logan,” you reassured, giving him a playful nudge.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Daddy!” Sierra yelled, her voice full of glee. “Laura’s a ninja, remember?”

“That’s what worries me,” Logan muttered under his breath, though his lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

“You’re such a softie,” you teased, looping a section of untangled lights around your arm. “Admit it—you love watching them.”

He grunted but didn’t argue, his eyes softening as he glanced toward the girls.

“You gonna help, or am I doing all the work over here?” you asked, holding up the strand of lights.

Logan reached for it, his fingers brushing against yours. “I got it. Don’t need you getting zapped if there’s a bad bulb.”

You rolled your eyes but let him take over, watching as he started stringing the lights around the tree. His movements were precise but slow, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You do realize it’s not surgery, right? Just wrap them around,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Keep it up, and I’ll let you finish,” he retorted, shooting you a look.

“Touchy,” you teased, stepping back to admire the tree. “But hey, it’s looking good.”

“Duh!” Sierra chimed in, still perched on Laura’s shoulders. “That’s because we’re helping!”

“Helping, huh?” Logan said, pausing to glance at her. “You’re just supervising, same as your mom.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped, feigning offense.

“Yeah, Mommy’s the boss!” Sierra chimed in, sticking her tongue out at Logan.

“Boss of what?” Logan countered, his tone playful. “Boss of making me do all the work?”

“That’s marriage, honey,” you replied with a smirk, leaning over to kiss his cheek again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, but you caught the slight flush creeping up his neck.

“Alright, I think we’re done!” Laura announced, setting Sierra down gently.

The little girl ran to you, beaming. “Did we do a good job, Mommy?”

“The best,” you said, scooping her up and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Tree’s not even plugged in yet,” Logan pointed out, but the soft smile on his face betrayed his words.

“Then plug it in,” you challenged, nodding toward the outlet.

Logan grabbed the cord and bent down, pausing dramatically as if he were about to detonate a bomb.

“Just plug it in, Dad!” Laura said, rolling her eyes.

The lights flickered on, illuminating the room in a warm glow.

Sierra gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. “It’s so pretty!”

“It’s perfect,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around Logan’s waist as the girls admired their handiwork.

He glanced down at you, his expression tender. “Yeah, it’s not bad.”

“Admit it,” you teased, resting your head against his shoulder. “This is your favorite part.”

He smirked. “You’re my favorite part.”

“Ew! Gross!” Laura groaned, but you caught the smile she tried to hide.

Sierra giggled, clapping her hands. “Kiss her, Daddy!”

“Oh, you’re full of ideas tonight, huh?” Logan said, his gruff exterior melting as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

The girls’ laughter filled the room, and for a moment, everything was perfect.

---

After the girls were in bed and asleep, you and Logan sat on the couch, your feet propped in his lap while you cradled a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands. The faint glow of the Christmas lights reflected off the window, giving the room a cozy warmth despite the cold outside. Logan had his head tilted back, his eyes half-closed, one hand resting lightly on your shin.

“You good over there?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

He cracked one eye open, smirking. “Tired. You and your Christmas tree schemes wore me out.”

“Schemes?” you repeated with a mock gasp. “Excuse me, but I distinctly remember you being the one who insisted we get a real tree this year.”

“Yeah, and I’m regretting it,” he muttered, his hand absently rubbing your ankle. “Needles everywhere. That thing’s gonna shed all over the place.”

“You’re such a Grinch sometimes, you know that?” you teased, taking a sip of your drink.

He snorted. “A Grinch who carried the tree in, set it up, and tangled with those stupid lights.”

“Hey, I untangled half of those,” you shot back, nudging his side with your foot.

“Half? More like a quarter,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to set your mug on the coffee table. “Fine, maybe a quarter. But I provided moral support, which is arguably the most important part.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, but his tone was warm. “Moral support.”

You leaned back, reaching out to cup his face with one hand. “Admit it. You had fun tonight.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you. “Yeah. It wasn’t bad.”

You laughed, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “That’s as close to a compliment as I’m gonna get, huh?”

“Don’t push your luck,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Before you could pull away, his hand caught your wrist. In one fluid motion, he tugged you down until you were sprawled across his chest.

“Logan!” you yelped, laughing as you tried to balance yourself. “What are you—”

“Getting comfortable,” he interrupted, his hands settling on your waist to keep you steady. “You’re the one who started it.”

You propped your elbows on either side of him, grinning down at his smug expression. “Started what?”

“Touching me. Flirting. Trying to make me all soft and mushy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands rubbed soothing circles into your back.

You raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought I was just being nice.”

“Sure, nice,” he drawled, leaning his head back against the couch cushion. “You’re always up to something.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before settling your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth chasing away the lingering December chill.

“Impossible, huh?” he murmured, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

“Guess I am,” you replied softly, closing your eyes. “Lucky me.”

His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “Yeah, lucky you.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. You let out a contented sigh, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his chest.

“You know,” you said after a while, your voice muffled against his shirt, “you’re not as grumpy as you pretend to be.”

“Don’t start,” he warned, though there was no heat in his tone.

“It’s true,” you teased, lifting your head to look at him. “You’re just a big softie, Logan. Especially when it comes to the girls.”

He gave you a look, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Keep talking, and you’ll regret it.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you quipped, grinning as his hand slid up to cup the back of your neck.

“Both,” he said, pulling you down for a kiss.

The moment was unhurried, warm, and completely yours, a rare pocket of peace in the chaos of life. When he finally pulled back, his lips brushing against yours, you couldn’t help but smile.

“See?” you whispered. “Big softie.”

“Go to bed,” he muttered, his voice gruff but tinged with affection.

“Only if you carry me,” you replied, resting your forehead against his.

He groaned, but his arms tightened around you. “Fine. But if I throw my back out, you’re explaining it to Laura.”

“She’ll just say I’m bossy,” you said with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Logan stood effortlessly, holding you close as he made his way toward the bedroom. “That’s because you are,” he muttered, his voice low and full of warmth.

And for once, you didn’t argue.

[sayyestoheav3nn]

Bad Idea:one-shot

roman x black!oc

warnings: smut

word count: 2.9k

a/n: lowkey realizing roman might be slightly very toxic in this. idk, i was ovulating. i’m just a girl…..

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A nightclub was the last fucking place Roman wanted to be at. However, considering the fact that it was the twins birthday, he knew he had no choice but to bite the damn bullet. 

An hour had passed, most of which he spent keeping to himself in the V.I.P lounge he had sectioned off. 

Truth be told, it was his preference. The less people he had to interact with, the better.

The loud thuds of the bass and music, added with the constant blinking lights were overstimulating as hell. Yet, it was nothing compared to the annoying bitch that was currently wrapped around his arm.

Why he let Daya invite herself in the first damn place was beyond him. Sure, she was a pretty girl and her head game was out of this fucking world, he’ll give her that. At the end of the day, nothing changed the fact that chemistry between them was non-existent. Any moment he spent with her that didn’t include bending her over, felt like a fucking waste of time.

The way she was constantly in his ear blabbering was starting to give him a damn headache. Roman stayed silent as he quickly chugged some of his whiskey hoping it would eventually drown out her whiny ass voice. And to his relief, a few of the women Naomi had invited managed to grab her attention and pull her away. 

As more time passed, his irritation and boredom had him ready to call it a night. That was until his assistant, Sierra walked in.

Roman’s gaze instantly focused on the outfit she was wearing, noticing the way it perfectly hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her big breasts and ass. His mind instantly began to flood with filthy thoughts as he watched her. 

She was stunning, there was no denying it.

But, sleeping with his assistant is a line he told himself he wouldn’t cross, which was something he was fucking forcing himself to remember in this moment.

Sierra’s presence alone captivated Roman, which was something Daya must have caught on to, because before he knew it, she was back by his side with her arm around his again.

“The hell are you doing?” Roman pulled his arm away from her, ignoring whatever the fuck she was spewing. One thing he made very clear from the beginning was that she was his fuck buddy, nothing more. This territorial shit she was trying to pull was something he made sure to nip in the bud then and there.

As Sierra greeted Naomi and the twins she could see from the corner of her eye Roman arguing with what seemed to be his current flavor of the month. And while, it wasn’t exactly her business who her boss did or didn’t fuck, Daya being one of the rudest bitches she’d ever met, made this situation dreadful. But, she knew this interaction was inevitable, so she figured she might as well get this shit over with. 

She sighed and began to make her way towards their section. The closer she got, the more her stomach began to tighten. Even though she had been working for Roman for a few months already, being around him still seemed to make her nervous. And the fact that he was easily the most attractive man she’d ever been around, didn’t fucking help. 

Romans eyes instantly met with Sierra’s as she approached them, causing her to hesitantly look down. He watched as Daya eyed her from head to toe with a dirty look plastered on her face, “We’re busy right now, why don’t you be a doll and bring us another drink?”

At that Sierra looked up, visible discomfort etched on her pretty face,“Excuse me?” 

The last thing Roman needed was for this entitled bitch to disrespect her for absolutely no reason, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Daya glanced back at her with a smug smile, “I mean…that’s literally her job, isn’t it?” 

Sierra’s patience with this egotistical bitch was running very thin, she had to remind herself to keep her composure, especially knowing how easily this situation could escalate if she really spoke her mind. While, this was far from the first time Daya had been disrespectful to her, she’d never actually been bold enough to do it in front of him. Roman intervened before she could even respond, “She’s my assistant, not my fucking servant. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I was basically doing her fat ass a favor, she could use the walk if you ask me,” she sneered.

“Fuck you, Daya.” Sierra pushed past a few people that were in the way, and made her way out of the V.I.P area. It took absolutely everything in her power to not go off, but she refused to give Daya the satisfaction by stooping down to her level. The last thing she needed was to cause a scene involving the man she just started working for.

Roman’s jaw clenched as he stood up turning to face Daya,“Get the fuck out.”

“Roman, are you serious right now?” She scoffed, with a look of disbelief carved on her face.

His frustration was beginning to reach a new level. At this point, he was wondering if he needed to fucking spell it out for her. He took a deep breath, his tone low and agitated, “Daya, I’m not going to fucking repeat myself. Leave.”

Before Roman could even process what the hell was happening, Daya slapped him as hard as she could and stormed out. The twins, who were now clearly tipsy, seemingly popped up out of nowhere with dumb ass smiles on their faces. “Damn, she slapped the shit out of you,” Jimmy chuckled. 

Roman rolled his eyes and sat back down. 

“You wanna talk about it, uce?” Jey asked, while sliding in the booth next to him.

“Nah, I’m good.” Roman poured himself a second drink, in attempt to calm himself down. After a few minutes he eventually broke the silence, “Have y’all seen Sierra?”

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, “Last I saw, she was talking to Naomi and Jordan.”

At that, Roman instantly tensed again, his hand gripped his drink tightly as he slowly took a sip. 

He stood up, setting his drink down harshly on the table, “Fuck that.” 

Roman had no right or reason to be pissed, he knew that. 

But, it didn’t change the fact that he fucking was. 

Seeing the way Sierra was dancing with Naomi’s brother, Jordan, had his blood boiling. His jaw tightened as he watched the way he pressed her body against his as she slowly began to grind on him.

Seconds of watching this bullshit, to him felt like an eternity. The more time that passed, the more he felt his temper rise.

Roman wasn’t fucking stupid. He’d seen on more than one occasion the way Jordan looked and interacted with Sierra, it didn’t take a genius to know exactly what the fuck he wanted from her. 

He’d be dammed if he let it happen.

Jordan began to lead Sierra away, when she just so happened to look back and see him. It didn’t take much to notice he was furious. Roman walked towards her grabbing her arm, while completely disregarding Jordan’s presence, “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

What the fuck? Sierra pulled back slightly hesitant, “Roman, what the hell are you doing?” 

Jordan walked past Sierra, “Last I checked, Sierra isn’t on the clock, Roman. You can talk to her any other time, not tonight.”

Roman smiled to himself  before stepping right in front of him, “Does it look like I was fucking talking to you?”

Sierra had been around Roman long enough to know that if she didn’t deescalate the situation, things would only take a turn for the worse. She pulled Roman by the arm, creating distance between the two, “Roman, that’s enough.”

Jordan focused his attention back on her, “Sierra, don’t tell me you’re actually going with this bitch.”

She studied Roman, who now looked like he was practically milliseconds away from swinging on Jordan. 

She had never seen him this mad before, and to be completely honest…. she hated the fact that it was slightly turning her on. Not to mention, the way he made a simple black shirt and dark jeans, look so fucking good, it was almost distracting. 

That was besides the point. 

Roman didn’t even give her a chance to respond to Jordan, because before she knew it, he had her by the arm again, guiding her away from the crowd.

How in the hell he actually managed to find a quiet, empty dressing room, was beyond her.

Sierra leaned against the vanity mirror as she waited for him to speak. One thing she knew for damn sure, was that he’d better have a good fucking explanation for the shit he just pulled.

His deep voice cut through the quiet room, “Want to tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

Although Sierra wasn’t initially sure why exactly Roman was so pissed off in the first place, she most definitely wasn’t expecting this. “Excuse me?”

“You may not see it, but I do. Jordan doesn’t care about you, Sierra. He just wants to fuck you.”

The professionalism she was trying so hard to keep, was starting to go out the window, “He’s my friend, Roman. And why should I even have to explain anything to you, of all fucking people?”

Roman’s eyebrows furrowed, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She scoffed while crossing her arms, “Did I ever complain to you, when I had to deal with the rude ass bitch you sleep with?”

“Sierra, how was I supposed to know, if you never told me? I know now, so I handled it, you don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

“Roman, I appreciate that. But, it doesn’t mean you have the right to tell me what to do.”

“Sierra, I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

“Roman, you’re my boss, that’s it, nothing more. You don’t get to control who I can or can’t speak to.”

Roman stepped closer towards her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as his huge frame towered over her. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air surrounding her.

“If i’m just your boss, why do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“W—What?” Sierras eyes widened, she could feel her heart begin to pound out of her fucking chest.

A small smirk formed on his face, “Hotel walls are pretty thin, sweetheart.” Roman slightly dipped his head down, his lips now hovering over her ear, “I could hear the way moaned my name as you came.”

The embarrassment Sierra was feeling was indescribable. Memories of that drunken night, were almost a blur. What started out as something as simple as getting drinks with Naomi, ended in her going back to the hotel tipsy, pleasuring herself to the thought of him. 

She was speechless.

Never in million years, did she even consider the possibility he could actually hear her. 

And as humiliating as this was, she couldn’t help but to be distracted as she felt his bulge slightly pressing against her. Roman ran his thumb across her cheek, “Just give me the word, beautiful.”

The effect he had on her was powerful, such a simple touch, sent chills down her spine. Sierra nervously bit her bottom lip as she nodded yes. 

He smiled as he slid his fingers behind her hair, wasting no time in pulling her in for a kiss. His thick lips felt so soft and warm, she melted into him. Roman kissed her with such tenderness and passion, she felt her knees weaken.

“Shit,” Sierra’s breath became unsteady when he began to slide his hands down her body, gripping her ass as he pressed her against him, his hard erection practically poking her. She threw her head back as he began to kiss and suck on her neck, “Been wanting to kiss you, since the day I met you.”

Roman’s hand began to travel down to the delicate spot between her legs, a light moan escaped her as his fingers grazed over her soaked fabric.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” his lips found hers again as he unzipped her outfit. Roman stared at her body in awe. He could tell she was shy. If only she knew, she practically had his mouth watering.

He picked her up, hoisting her on his hips, “You’re beautiful, Sierra.” She looked at him with that pretty smile of hers, “Says you.” 

He carefully set her down on the vanity, proceeding to slide her panties down, her moist folds instantly made his dick twitch. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on me,” Roman got on his knees and put Sierra’s legs over his shoulders, he watched her reaction as his tongue made contact with her clit. Using his fingers to spread her folds, he began to eat her out like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh fuck,” Sierra’s moans instantly filled the room as Roman devoured her. His tongue licked and flicked her cunt, as if he was starving.

His grip on her thighs was tight, making sure she didn’t squirm away as his overly talented tongue worshipped her. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Roman began to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his jeans and briefs. Sierra’s eyes widened in shock, hell, disbelief, as his monstrous dick sprung free. 

Seconds later, Roman was back on his knees with his mouth on her drenched pussy. Her fingernails held on to his messy bun, as she slowly began to grind her pussy on his face. 

“Shit, just like that. You’re doing so good for me,” he praised. And as if things couldn’t get any fucking better, she watched as he began to stroke himself. Roman’s light grunts and moans as he teased and played with her clit, had her seeing stars.

“Fuck, Roman i’m—”

“I know, baby. Come for daddy.”

Sierra squirmed against his mouth as her orgasm took over. Her back arched as Roman continued to lap her swollen cunt, not letting a single drop of her cum go to waste.

He stood back up, his lips quickly found hers again. Their kiss was sloppy and sensual, she moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue. 

Roman gently picked her up and set her down, “Turn around.” Sierra quickly obliged, facing the vanity mirror, she watched him as he went to grab a condom from his jeans.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He waited for her nod of approval before he slowly began to sink his thick tip inside of her.

“Fuck,” Roman’s eyes shut as her tight, wet opening, welcomed him. His hands gripped her waist as he began to thrust inside of her.

“You good?” 

“Shit, yes…” The stretch of him was unfamiliar, yet, felt so good. Sierra took a deep breath as his big dick went deeper, her back arched as he slowly slammed into her.

“Fuck, Sierra, you’re so tight,” Roman watched her mouth fall open the moment he began to quicken the pace. He started pounding into her relentlessly, her loud moans only fueled his motivation.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” Sierra proceeded to throw her ass back on him, attempting to meet his thrust. 

“Promise me, you won’t let him fucking touch you again…”

Sierra nodded, clearly too fucked out to speak.

Roman craned her neck back, by gently tugging her hair, “Nah baby, I want you to use your words.”

“I-I promise.”

He smirked, “Good girl.”

Sierra’s pussy felt like ecstasy to him. The way her ass bounced against him, had him on the verge of nutting. She was close too, he could feel it. Roman kept one hand on her waist as the other reached in front of her to play with her clit. 

“Oh, fuck!” Sierra threw her head back as her pleasure took over. The way her pussy clenched around his dick as she came, made him follow immediately after her. His seed emptied into the condom as his body jerked against hers. 

Roman turned Sierra to face him, he gently moved a few hair strands that were blocking her sight and kissed her. Their kiss grew so needy, to the point they weren't even giving each other a chance to breathe.

As more time passed, they eventually had to pull away from each other and get dressed. Roman chuckled to himself as he saw she was slightly struggling with her outfit. He walked behind her and assisted her by pulling up her zipper.

She smiled, “Thanks.”

As they went to exit the room Roman reached his hand out to grab hers, leaving her slightly stunned.

It’s almost as if he sensed her initial hesitation, “Come with me.” 

She placed her hand in his as he guided her out the club. 

Deep down, Sierra knew fucking her boss would more than likely end badly. The only way a situation like this could end, would be in heartbreak. 

But the way he made her feel tonight was more than she’d ever experienced in a lifetime.

In her mind, or maybe just in this moment, she decided it was a risk she was willing to take.

[moreclaypigeons]

Yes! I have diabetes and my mom is able to smell when I have ketones. It's specifically that and not blood sugar, because I can have high blood sugar without ketones.

When it has no glucose to break down, your body begins to break down fats, a process (ketosis) which has a byproduct of ketones. So if you haven't eaten in a while, especially if you haven't eaten anything with carbohydrates, it's likely some cells will begin ketosis. In my case, ketosis usually only occurs if I'm not getting enough insulin, because without its signal, my cells are unable to process glucose and will instead rely on fat.

Anyways . Yes. This is 100% a thing and it does have to do with blood sugar just indirectly, kind of. Like a non diabetics blood sugar would probably be running low in that case, but odds are mine would be high.

Also service dogs can smell this too (as well as other more precise changes in blood sugar than we can't)! My mom has been able to identify it for years, and she describes it as being slightly fruity but slightly like nail polish remover.

Anyways just my insight on this! I think it's really cool :)

I think it was about a month into dating my betrothed that I first turned to them and said, “You smell hungry, want to get some lunch?”

“I what? I smell hungry?”

“Yeah, like, the empty smell. Aren’t you hungry?”

They were, but it was hard for them to accept smelling a state of being. After a few weeks of me pointing it out right before they realized it themself though they asked, “What does hunger smell like?”

“Bad.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s like… an emptiness that goes past the mouth? Bad breath is more upfront but hunger is like you’re smelling stomach acid, it’s all the way from an empty belly.”

They started smelling my mouth in exaggerated silly fashion but eventually they did start to recognize it.

They’re now very smug when they get to use the skill back at me and inform me that I’m hungry.

[gilbertscurls]

Someday ➵ Matt Sturniolo

summary: the moment matt knew.

Matt sat on the worn couch in the living room, his legs sprawled out as he absently scrolled through his phone. You were perched on the floor in front of the coffee table, surrounded by papers and notebooks, diligently grading essays for your students. Your brow furrowed in concentration, you absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, completely unaware of the way Matt’s gaze kept drifting toward you.

He wasn’t even sure when it happened—when you became the most beautiful thing in the room, no matter where you were. There was just something about the way you were so focused on your work, the gentle hum of thought you seemed to carry around like a quiet song only he could hear.

Matt found himself setting his phone down, a rare moment of calm settling over him. He watched your lips move slightly as you muttered comments to yourself, crossing out a sentence here, underlining another there. He grinned at how passionate you were about teaching, how seriously you took your responsibility to these kids. He always admired that about you—the way you cared so deeply.

He blinked, surprised by a sudden thought, one that wasn’t like the fleeting daydreams he usually entertained. This one was different.

I’m going to marry her someday.

The realization hit him quietly, without fanfare, but it settled in his chest like a truth he had always known but never quite acknowledged. It wasn’t some grand moment, no sudden epiphany during a romantic gesture. It was here, in the quiet, ordinary moment of watching you be yourself. And that was what made it feel so real.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, his eyes still on you. A small smile tugged at his lips as he imagined what your life could be like years from now. Maybe a house, maybe a dog, maybe still sitting in your living room, but instead of grading papers, you might be telling him about your day as you planned your future together. He could see it all, so clearly, and it felt right.

You glanced up, catching his gaze. “What are you staring at?” you asked with a teasing smile, your eyes twinkling as you leaned back against the couch, your work momentarily forgotten.

Matt shrugged, his grin widening. “Just you.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re weird.”

“I know,” he replied, reaching down to brush a stray curl from your face. “But you love me for it.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile softened, and you leaned into his hand for a second before returning to your papers. “Lucky for you, I do.”

Matt watched you for a few more seconds, his heart swelling. Yeah, he thought. Someday.

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