#Why read any of this? why follow? why care?

[ladyofrosefire]

Until pretty recently, I had never read fic for a fandom I had never dipped into. It got me thinking about why people read fics for stories they've never followed. Sooo...

*not even 1 episode. None of the book. No more than the movie's trailer. etc.

[star2fishmeg]

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Pairing | Luke Hughes x afab!reader Summary | (comfort angst, fluff) | all it took was a terrible headache for y/n to break and really tell Luke what was wrong, and he provides the best remedy Authors Note | please accept this blurb based on a dream caused by a criminal headache I had while I get through celly blurbs and my inbox🥺

The headache that’d haunted her all day only pounded worse, pain relief only doing so much to ease the aching. Luke felt useless, there was only so much he could do and taking the pain away was not one of them. All he could do was gently caress her thigh hooked over his legs and hold her to his chest, arm wound around her waist and providing a kiss on her forehead every now and then. 

Her fingers traced feathery patterns over his skin, changing between his chest and following the ridges of his abs down to his v-line, feeling the heat that radiated off his body and embracing hers. They lay in silence, listening to breathing fall into sync and the video quietly playing from Luke’s phone and her brain worked overtime, the cogs turning and falling into the deepest pits of the human conscience, comments she’d read and heard emerging from her memory. The gossip pages, the media, other girlfriends and wives and maybe they were right. Maybe she wasn’t right for him; not mature enough, not established enough, not flexible enough and not pretty enough. 

Wetness seeped onto his bare skin, and he closed his phone, placing it onto the sheets before cupping her cheek, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, head just hurts.” She slid her hand over his stomach, cuddling into him but his fingers took her jaw, tilting her head up to face him. Worry spread across his face, eyes widening softly, eyebrows pulling together slightly.

“Y/n…” he said concerned, “talk to me, what’s it you always tell me? We’re a team?”

She paused and sighed, “Jus’...sometimes the people are right, I don’t deserve you. You’re this big-time, hotshot hockey player and I have nothing to my name, jus’ some chick.”

His grip around her tightened and he let her face go, slowly pulling her on top of his body completely, with consideration to the pounding in her head. Luke never liked the media and knew it came with his career, but when it impacted the people he loved the most, then he had a personal problem with it. His jaw tensed when more tears spilt onto his chest silently.

“Oh, angel,” Luke’s hand settled on the back of her head tenderly, brushing loose strands of hair away from her face while his arm secured around her middle, “who said that? You know that’s not true-” “-but it just is, Lu. Not a thriving model, not a career woman, just y/n who still relies on her parents half the time. Getting a part-time job has been tragic and while you’re working your ass off out there, I’m just sitting around.” She sobbed, Luke’s stomach twisting and he kissed her head. 

He’d never been confident in sharing how he felt, never being able to find the right words but with so much adrenaline and heartache running through his system, they seemed to fall off his tongue with a rawness to them. 

“But you’re not just ‘some chick’. That’s why I love you. You’re y/n. You’re a student who’s graduating soon, in a field she enjoys and you’re literally only twenty. Just because you aren’t living a life someone else is, doesn’t make you any less of a person. I don’t care that you’re not a public figure or whatever. Actually, I like that you aren’t and wish we went to college together because that would’ve been cool, so many parties to make out at. My point is that you bring normality, and I don’t care if you have a job or not, I’m always gonna support you in everything because I love you.” 

Y/n’s lip quivered, heart swelling as the sweet confession soaked into her ears. Typical Luke, even when he didn’t realise it, he always knew what to say. She pushed herself up onto her forearms, palms flat on his chest and his hands followed the curve of her spine up to her shoulder blades and down to her ass, soothingly with a small, comforting smile. 

He cupped her cheek, using his thumb to wipe one of her eyes before she melted into his palm, “Thank you, I love you so much.”

She leant in, pressing a long and slow kiss to his lips, moaning when he groped her ass and giggling. He didn’t mind taking that extra breath if it meant he could listen to her giggle and light up again. Luke slid his hand to the back of her neck, goosebumps running along her skin, and he pulled her into another adoring kiss. A kiss worth a thousand more words, with warmth, a deep kiss with his mouth opening to invite her tongue to meet his and lick into her mouth. She was just y/n and Luke wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[altxrrmelancholy]

Exactly The Same

Tags: bf!joong, idol!joong, some teasing, woo and reader are just mischievous, a blowjob maybe, lots of moaning.

...in which you stumble upon a smut audio of joong on Tumblr that an Atiny made that sounds exactly like him.

Note: I cannot for the life of me remember the account, but I once listened to an audio on here that sounded like how Hj would sound. It had me reeling omg. If it's a well known audio I would like to hear it again please if anyone knows what I'm talking about. 😭

Anyways, here you go. Don't forget to reblog!

You didn't even know where Wooyoung came from, and you didn't care at that point. All you could think about was the pure heaven you were both listening to.

Yours and his mouth were gaping at the sounds you both were listening to. At one point, he even pushed you further into the couch so that he could get closer to you and hear better, sharing a singular earphone with him. You increased the volume when you realized you were about to hear him talk.

"A-ah mmmh, babygirl is doing sooo good for daddy mmmmh~"

You clenched your thighs and screamed internally as Wooyoung gapes even further.

"Fuuuuck. That sounds exactly like hyung."

"I know right?!"

The audio wasn't even that long. As soon as it finished, you scoured through the account to see if they had posted more.

It was the only fucking audio.

"Play it again." You did.

You couldn't even question or judge Wooyoung's sentence as the effect the audio had on you yourself was dizzying. And you were the actual girlfriend.

"How do they do it? I mean, do they act it out or..."

You shrugged. "I think these are actual porn audios. They just search for the ones that sound closer to your voices or something, I dunno."

"Is there one of mine? What are you waiting for? Type my name in there!"

You glared at him as he tried to reach for your phone. "Are you crazy?! I don't want to hear you moan!"

"But we just heard Hyung moan! How is that different?"

"Because I'm the girlfriend?!"

"But you just said it's porn audios! Come on, Y/n!" He was already starting to whine and fuss around on the couch. You weren't even supposed to show any of the Ateez members anything sexual about them, especially if it involved their fans' imagination. You were an Atiny yourself so of course you had to remain loyal to the fandom, even though you were dating a member.

Not that any of the fans knew. The loyalties stopped there. You were on your knees for their leader.

You remembered the time when San was live one day and he accidentally stumbled upon fanfiction, to your horror. They already knew that you followed some of their fan sites on social media. Your boyfriend even teased you of the possibility of you reading fanfics. The last thing you wanted was your boyfriend finding out you indulged in written erotica about him online. It's not something that you deliberately hide from him. You would actually share with him one day. Not anytime soon though. Cause then he would find out that you used to read smut about other members: Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho... even Wooyoung.

Ugh. Why, oh, why was I lucky enough to date their leader? Please take me away from this endless mental torture!

"Y/n pleeaaase? I promise I won't tell anyone else."

"Woo, you're being-"

"Tell anyone what?"

You hadn't even realized that someone had walked through the door. There your boyfriend stood, staring at both of you awaiting an answer. His anxieties about knowing every single thing about what his members get themselves involved in present.

"Well?"

You thought quickly. "It's uuuh, artwork. Like, suspicious artwork."

He narrowed your eyes at you. "Okay...?"

He wasn't even wearing anything revealing but you wanted to pounce on him immediately. In fact, he was completely covered from head to toe in black as it was cold outside. This was one of those days where he came home early from work and you just knew he was tired. You smirked.

You stood up slowly, pulling your (his) ridden-up shorts down as you passed your phone to Wooyoung. He stared as you approached your boyfriend who kept his eyes on you, unmoving.

"You must be very exhausted, right?"

He sighed. "I can't even begin to speak on it."

You smiled at him. "Okay! Let's go!"

Before you could leave the living room, your boyfriend's hand in yours, you discreetly turned to Wooyoung and winked at him. He seemed to get the message, widening his eyes and gaping again, as he watched you enter the bedroom.

"That snake." He whispered.

With the door to his room shut, you gently sat him down on his bed and got to your knees. You quickly worked on his sweatpants.

"What's gotten into you?" He helped you in removing the barriers and brushed his hand through your hair gently as he prepared for what's coming. You watched his dick grow hard in your touch. You couldn't wait so you took him into your mouth, hearing him wince a bit. You bobbed your head a couple of times and then he started to moan.

"Mmmh fuck. I needed this."

You internally squealed. You could just fly.

On the other side, Wooyoung had already heard the first series of moans. He cursed softly as he tripped on his way to his room, before you both remembered he was still in the house. He felt your phone vibrate in his hands and stopped in the corridor to look at it.

It was a message.

Sexiest leader 🤎: He said you should be out of the house by now, Woo.😘

Oh fuuuuck me.

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Sweaty Palms - Chapter One “The Skeptic”

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader

tags: brief description of injury

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“What? I think we could do with’a bit of a feminine touch, ay LT?” Soap smirks, turning to nudge the lieutenant with his elbow.

Ghost doesn’t reply, but the unimpressed look he fixes Soap with says enough. The briefing room is quiet, besides the scot’s incessant chatter, a few quips from Gaz and the rhythmic hum of the projector. The cool winter air slips through the poorly insulated window, but to Ghost the room couldn’t feel warmer.

There is undeniably an air of… excitement? Maybe that’s not the right word, it’s anticipatory, like the bit before a roller coaster drops, or the moment before a bomb detonates. Either way, Ghost isn’t thrilled.

The masked man tunes out the sargeants as he stares at the door, as if he could telepathically explode the next person who dared to enter with his glare alone.

When Price broke the news to them, they could all practically feel the blood clot forming in the lieutenant’s forehead.

The first thought to the man’s mind was simply, why? We are doing just fine without anyone else’s help, I’ve stitched myself more times than I can bloody count.

Secondly, how? Ghost would trust Price’s judgement with his life, he has, literally, but this? How could he allow this? Price knows better than anyone: one wrong element could throw everything off. A stranger in their ranks is a liability waiting to happen. What if she’s an enemy undercover? What if worse she’s incompetent? What would they-

Ghost’s thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the click of the door handle. Any lingering conversation is brought to an abrupt stop as the team’s eyes snap to the front of the room.

In walks Price, followed closely behind by Honey. The sound of their boots echoed sharply in the quiet briefing room. Honey walked in with a steady confident stride- not cocky, but assured. Her millitary-issued white compression shirt clung to her frame, the camo pants snug around her hips, emphasising her- okay enough. Ghost’s jaw tightens as he forces his gaze upward. She was shorter than the rest of them, shorter than him by a good head, Ghost feels his boots shift in irritation, how is she going to keep up?

They both stand at the front of the room, their figures cast in the faint blue glow of the projector. Price didn’t waste time, his voice cuts through the silence like the crack of a whip, listing off information Ghost already knew.

The lieutenant had all but demanded to read her file, Price (albiet hesitantly seeing the man’s less than cheerful disposition) handed over her file. Ghost had read it more times than he’d care to admit, trying to pick apart every line and word for some sign of… well he’s not sure what, but something. He could recite the information like a parishioner knew the words of the liturgy.

Sargeant Honey, Jesus what kind of name is that?

Green Beret, American.

Combat Medic, Useless.

grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia, oh, really, American.

SERE training, Tactical Emergency Medical Support, cross training in close quarters combat and weapons proficiency…

Even Ghost had to admit, at some level she was impressive, especially for a woman. Regardless, none of this brought the man any comfort, if anything, this was going to make her harder to shake.

As Price continued to speak, a light tap on his thigh yet again interrupted his inner hate-monologuing. Ghost doesn’t move, but he can already imagine the expression on the scot’s face. Soap was really the only one who didn’t have any reservations about Honey coming along, in fact he seemed a little too pleased at the idea of her addition.

Fuckin’ hell, Ghost internally sighs, the man acts like women are some rare commodity. Ghost looks at Soap out of the corner of his eye, who, as expected, has a toothy grin sat on his face. Well no wonder, Ghost muses the mohawk must definitely not be doing him any favours in the dating scene. The man is a fucking dog, one look at him and you’d be able to see it. This makes him a good soldier and (though you couldn’t waterboard this information out of Ghost) a good friend. But this makes Honey’s inclusion all the more a liability.

Ghost turns his attention back onto Honey. Price has finally finished and turned to her. In contrast to her entrance she gives the team a sheepish smile, her arm rubs up and down the length of the other behind her back.

Honey’s soft lips part, as she turns her eyes to the rest of the room.

“It’s a pleasure to able to work with you all… I’ve heard great things.”

Her voice drips down the back of his throat, warm freshly stirred honey. There’s something slightly awkward about the way she speaks too, like that sharp little aftertaste left behind, but warm, it's undeniably warm.

Huh, I guess her callsign makes sense.

There is something so sickly sweet about the woman, something you don’t come across in the army.

Trying to imagine her in active duty, bullets cutting through her saccharine voice, blood dripping down her soft fingertips, as she shoves the innards of some poor fuck recruit back inside of them. It’s unnerving.

Ghost suddenly feels his balaclava all too tight around his neck, his sleeves rub up against his wrists as he shifts them uncomfortably. The man simply stares ahead, ignoring the flirty wave Soap returns to her. Under the table he begins to pick at his fingernails through his gloves, as if he needed something to stop him from shoving her up against the wall and demanding her to spill, to hear her voice break, to look directly into her eyes and to disembowel every tightlipped secret she’s ever held.

Ghost bristles at the thought, weirdly, he hopes he gets the opportunity.

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okokok this is the first chapter!!!!!! lmk what yall thinkkkkk

the next one is gonna be another expositiony one shes gonna be really ethel cain core so be excited xxxxxxx

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[alexa-fika]

Hi, I don't know how to write requests, beacuse this is my frist one, so I'm sorry. It will be a One Piece request. You write the Nezuko like reader x Whitebeard's crew. It could not be written with Straw hate please. Sooo please, I'm begging you, if you write it I'll be your slave 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

Thanks for reading this stupid request ❤️❤️

Demonic Siblings ( Zoro x nezuko!reader x Luffy)

A/N HERE WE GO, I always fall in love with how the nezuko! Ones turn out and this one is no different! I hope you guys like this one as well, I think this is one of the first/few ones that has an action scene, it’s short but I ‘m proud of it! Listen the way I almost felt corrupt and had ai do it, but then I remembered a conversation I had with @quinloki , and if I did it with ai I wouldn’t have grown and I did it guys! I did my action scene! Anyhow here we go!!! Roronoa Siblings for the win! I hope ya like it!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers enjoyment!

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

"I thought I told you to wait in the village," Zoro grumbled, looking down at the girl who sat at his feet, holding onto an umbrella as she shook her head at the question.

"Why are you so damn stubborn?!" he growled, letting out a choked scoff as she simply pointed at him in response

"What the hell do you mean because of me, hah?!"

The girl made no move to respond to the swordsman tied on the cross, choosing instead to put her attention on the young man who made his way to the execution site.

"It's you again; I told you I'm not going to be a pirate."

"I'm Luffy! If I loosen up the ropes, you'll join me, okay?!"

"No!" he snapped

"I'm not going to be a bad guy like a pirate."

"Why do you care anyway? Everyone already thinks you're a bad guy," Luffy pipes back with a frown.

"Listen here, the only one I care to hear anything about is that one," he said, gesturing to the girl who, by now, had opted to close her umbrella and hide behind the cross Zoro had been tied to and the shade this one provided

Luffy adverted his eyes to the girl as if finally taking notice of her presence.

"Why are you wearing that?" He questioned, pointing to the bamboo stick held between Dokucha's lips

"Mind your business!" Zoro huffed out

"I don't care what anyone else says about me. I haven't done one thing that I regretted in the past, and it will be the same in the future, so I won't become a pirate."

"I don't care; you are going to join me!" Luffy petunly replied

"Oi! Don't decide for yourself!!"

"Hey, I heard you used a katana. Is that right?" he asked, ignoring the swordsman's outburst.

"If I wasen't tied up, I could use a katana."

"Where is the katana?"

"That bastard took it; it's what I treasure the most, other than our lives!!

"Okay! I will go where the bastard kid is and get your Katana back! But if you want me to return it to you, you'll have to join me, Shihsii," Luffy proudly proclaimed, letting out a loud laugh as he finished his words.

"That's Dirty!"

Luffy paid no mind to the hunter's words as he turned around and left with a wave and a promise to come back with the sword.

"...Is he going to sneak into the base to get them back? What an idiot!" he muttered, his attention snapping next to him at the sound of movement. Taking notice of Dokucha and how her attention did not deviate from the pirate leaving the site, he was quick to understand her intentions.

"Dokucha, Don't," he warned, watching as she tentatively stepped away from him and eventually made a run for it, easily making her way over the wall and turning back to the man with a mischievous look on her face and a peace sign on her hands as she jumped down the wall to follow Luffy, letting her descend be slowed by the umbrella as she let out muffled laughs at the scream that rang out as she did

"Yo- Wait until I get my hands on you!"

"That's strange; there aren't any marines around here; you think they are having a meeting?" Luffy asked, looking down at the girl, huffing as she offered a shrug

"Nevermind the katana! I can't even find that bastard like this," he cried, frowning as Dokcuha pulled on his vest, watching as she pointed to the top of the building.

"Oh, you're right! There seems to be people up there. Good job," he cheered.

"Alright! Come here!" He called, picking up the girl and placing her on his hip as he reeled his fist back

"Hold tight. I'm about to show you something real awesome, SHishihsihi."

Dokucha let out an excited squeal as the boy launched himself into the air. It turned out that he was right; his abilities and what he had just done were awesome. However, the post-planning could use some work, as as soon as they made a landing, they had to make a run for it, running away with the man who had convicted her brother in the first place.

It turns out the man was as big a coward as both the Roronoa siblings had first thought. He lost consciousness soon after Luffy 'Kidnapped,' him though the rough handling the latter had given probably had a small part in it.

"Alright, found the katana!" Luffy exclaimed, carrying the unconscious man, who by now had begun spouting bubbles from his mouth

"But there's three katanas, which one is Zoro's?" Luffy asked, looking down at the man and frowning when he received no response

"Ah! You must know which one is his, right?!" Luffy asked, turning towards the kid behind him, who nodded and pointed at the katanas

"Yes, I know one is his, but which one is it?"

Dokucha huffed at this, pulling out three fingers and showing them to the pirate.

"All three?!" he gaped.

"Well, if you say so," he mused, grabbing all three and hanging them from his back.

"Now then! We can head back! Huh, what's wrong?" he asked, looking down at Dokucha as she began pulling at his vest agitatated, and they pointed to the window with frantic eyes.

"That's... Koby! Zoro!" He cried, taking hold of Dokucha and rocketing himself to the execution grounds just in time to stand in the way of the barrage of bullets the marines had unleashed, much to the horror of Koby and the Roronoa siblings

Only for their eyes to be blown out of their sockets as the bullets simply bounced off the man and right back to the Marines, taking the squadron down

"SHSIHIHI"

"What kind of human are you?!"

"Shishishi, the one who will become the pirate King!"

"Look! She told me all three of these swords were yours. Have they stolen your Katana more than once?" he mused.

"No, they stole them at the same time; it's because I use three katanas."

He let out a hum, looking out at the Marines who began to gather around the execution site.

"Resisting the Marines together with me will make you an outlaw, or maybe you want to die here?"

"Are you the offspring of the devil?... Never mind, I'm not about to die here, so how about I accept that request of yours and become a pirate only if she can come as well?"

"Yes! I have two companions!"

"Okay, enough of that, and get these ropes off me!" He yelled

Meanwhile, Dokucha approached the pink-haired man, gently shaking him awake.

"Ugh, Ah, did I faint?" he groaned.

"Oh, thank you, little lady. Do you know what happened?" he questioned, watching as she pointed in front of them

He let out a terrified scream as he took in the scene: a barrage of marines heading their way with swords raised, with only Zoro and Luffy standing in the way. The latter leisurely took the ropes of the hunter while the former screamed at him to hurry up.

"Stop screaming; I need some time. I can't concentrate like this," he called.

"We don't have time for you to take your time!"

"Oh! I untied one side!" he called proudly.

"Idiot! Forget you! Dokucha! Get this off and throw me my swords!"

The girl nodded swiftly, making her way to the two. She snatched the swords on the way, allowing her power to source to her as her nails grew sharper, letting her slice through the remainder of the ropes with ease.

Knowing what was to come, she crouched down to stay out of range from her brother as he easily took care of the group of marines that had launched towards him, holding them at bay with his swords and a spoken threat as he pulled his attention to his soon to be Captain.

"After this incident with the Marines, we will be known as outlaws as well, but it doesn't matter; I still have my own goals!" He boldly exclaimed

"I will become the world's strongest Swordsman, and I will cure my sister; I do not care if my name is clean or not; if I'm a bad guy or a good guy, it matters not as she is able to walk under the sun once again, and my name is known worldwide," he vowed.

"But listen well. I don't care if you are my Captain. If you do anything to get in the way of my goals, I will have you Cut your stomach open in repentance!"

"Good! Since you are about to be the pirate king's crewmate to be the greatest swordsman, if you can't accomplish something that small, I would be embarrassed as well! And I wouldn't accept someone who does not care for their family and crew!"

"Ha! Well said," he laughed, taking notice as Captain Morgan ordered the Marines to hasten their efforts to eliminate them.

"Zoro, duck!" Luffy called as he reeled his leg back, allowing it to stretch and swinging it back, hitting the marines who had not been wise enough to duck it

"Dokucha, you're good," Zoro called, giving the small girl the green light, watching as her lips quirked slightly behind the bamboo as she readied herself.

With Gleeful determination, she launched herself through the air and easily landed in the face of a Marine who had managed to get through Luffy's attack and had tried to take the man down.

Not prepared for the sudden attack, the marine had been sent sprawling, allowing his body to become a stepping stone for the girl to continue her attack on his crewmates who had come to his aid. With practice movements, she easily dodged the slashing of their swords as she ducked down and pushed herself forward, taking the men down before they had realized their mistake.

Letting the adrenaline flowing through her body fuel her moves, she used the momentum to push herself back into the air. Slashing through the rest of the Marines on the plaza, she finished her attack by landing next to Zoro and Luffy.

"Ah! You're pretty strong too!" Luffy clamored, rubbing her head and grinning as the girl beamed at the praise, only for this to turn into horror as the Captain had ordered the marines who had claimed they were unable to beat them to kill themselves. She watched with dread as slowly but surely the men raised their weapons towards themselves.

She watched as Luffy launched himself toward the Captain, effectively causing the men to freeze in their actions as they watched their Captain be taken down by a no-name pirate.

"Wait!" A voice called at the same time a force pulled the girl back

"You move, and I shoot these two!" Helmeppo called as he pointed two guns into both her and Koby's skulls

"Luffy! I don't want to be in your way! I am not afraid of death!" he boldly stated, unable to notice the similar position the girl found herself on

"Okay! I know," Luffy stated with a smile as he reeled his fist back, ignoring the looming threat above him as Morgan got back on his feet.

"Luffy, Look out!" Koby yelled

"Dokucha," he called, grinning as the girl sent her a nod.

The next few seconds passed in a blurry at best, with Luffy reeling back and sending a signal to the girl. She propulsed herself and grabbed Koby, pulling them both out of the range of the blond's guns, allowing Luffy a risk-free hit on him as he called on Zoro the same way he had called Dokucha seconds earlier, watching as the swordsman took care of the Captain about to bring his Axe down on Luffy.

Dokucha's squeals of Victory were nothing compared to the Marines' cheers as they realized they were finally free from Morgan's tyrannical rule. The town, elated with happiness, was not shy in its appreciation of its heroes as it allowed them to feast. That is until the Marines, bound by code, kicked the three out in the nicest way possible, even saluting them as they sailed out into the sea.

"Huh? Dokucha, you can still see them?" Luffy wondered as she watched the girl, one of her arms still waving in the direction of the shore as the other held tightly into the handle of the umbrella

"She has sharper senses than us, being a demon and all," Zoro replied, opening one of his eyes to address the new Captain.

"Oh! Like you?"

"No, My demon title is just an epithet; Dokucha was actually turned into a demon when we were younger; that's why I will find a cure for her."

"Once I become the King of the pirates, I'm sure that will be easy to find!" he cheerily exclaimed

"Say Dokucha, why don't you be our lookout! You have better eyes than us, so it's the perfect job for you!" Luffy excitedly prattled, letting out a belly laugh as she excitedly nodded at the preposition

"That reminds me, Dokucha," Zoro called ominously as he stood up, eyes obscured as a dangerous smirk grew on his face, much to her terror.

"Back there...what was that about running away when I can't stop you?"

Luffy's laugh rang through the vast sea as he watched the Roronoa siblings run around him in circles, with the older one trying to catch up to her and the younger one doing her best to escape his rage.

YESSS HERE WE GOO, again it’s just like three paragraphs but im proud of my fight scene, I also got requested a part two for whitebeard nezuko!reader part two (prequel) so be on the lookout for that. Again a huge thanks for Quin because of her words I din’t fall into the doom-hole that is generative ai and instead power-trough with my own brain. Worried Dokucha had minimal involvement in this fic but otherwise loved it!!

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[accirax]

With you being a Wolfgrace shipper, what's your thoughts on the fact that they canonically fucked

I personally think it's absolutely hilarious, and also very telling when it comes to how much trust Grace actually had in Wolfgang

i am under the impression that a decent chunk of my followers are minors, so i'm going to put my thoughts under the keep reading. please don't open this if you're under 18 (or don't want spoilers for P:EG Chapter 1)!

LMAO WOLFGRACE REAL

i guess it makes sense that people would fuck during a killing game (? <- confused aspec), and the clothes scattered around the room also certainly had that... implication. even if Ulysses confirms that Wolfgang was just a messy guy, the fact that it was both of their clothes either meant that they were matching each other's freak or... matching each other's freak 😏

the thing that really gets me about this is the timing. roommates were assigned on the night of Day 2 (area investigation day), and the Ulysses/Grace swap happened on the night of Day 3. meanwhile, Wolfgang turns up dead in the morning of Day 5. this means that, assuming that Wolfgang and Grace were "sleeping together" (AKA, they fucked at night), the fucking occurred on the night of Day 3, Day 4, or both.

DAY 3

if they fucked on the night of Day 3, this means that after swapping the rooming assignments around, they immediately started fucking. was this the purpose of changing rooms? was Grace rushing Ulysses' move out because she wanted to have sex with Wolfgang faster? did Wenona and Ulysses know that this would happen?

LIKE HELLO????

WAIT I THOUGHT THIS SOUNDED SUS WHEN I FIRST READ THE SCENE BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS REAL OH MY GOD. THEY DEFINITELY FUCKED ON THIS NIGHT

we also know that the dorms are not soundproof, and in fact have pretty thin walls, as Damon is able to hear Jett sneeze from in the hallway. Wolfgang's room is right next to Mark, and right across from Ingrid's. i don't know if it's been confirmed which of Jett and Mark and Toshiko and Ingrid's room each pair is staying in respectively, but this means there's a decent chance that any of them could have overheard Wolfgang and Grace fucking. there are children about, you sickos (/lh). is this why Mark is such a hater all the time.

also, fucking on Day 3 means that they slept together on the night before the bonus laundry scene. did Ingrid invite them because she knew there were things she didn't want to wash? ,':/

well now i know what was on your mind, buddy.

DAY 4

Day 4 is funny because it opens up the possibility of Grace seducing Wolfgang into gaming with her. ladies, now you know how to make your man step away from the pachinko ;)

i would also have to wonder what was going through Grace's mind the next morning when Wolfgang woke up with a stomach ache. pussy so bad it makes your partner fall ill. where was i going with this

anyways yeah, it really is crazy that two people who generally seem really untrusting of others were able to grow that close with each other that fast. naturally, just because they had sex doesn't mean that they had to be interested in pursuing anything romantic, or therefore more (emotionally) "vulnerable." however, given how upset Grace seems about Wolfgang's death, and the fact that Wolfgang suddenly started calling Grace "Grace" as opposed to "Ms. Madison" (even if the voice line still says Ms. Madison) at the Day 4 breakfast, I would guess that there was mutual interest to some degree.

that also makes Wolfgang's actions on the morning of Day 5 all the more intriguing. if he really did care about Grace, that in my opinion increases the likelihood that he truly did take the knife for self defense. otherwise, if he became the blackened, he would necessarily be signing either his or Grace's death warrant. he definitely could care for her but value his own life and secret more, but again, it leans towards him lashing out at Diana being a result of the hallucinogenics. i'll have to chew on that more in the future.

thanks for sending in the ask :) it's fun to talk about shipping stuff sometimes, even if it always embarrasses me haha

[youronebraincell]

Eat your heart out

Sofia Gigante x Fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, romantic fluff, mild smut, oral (r receiving), kitchen sex, kinda short and sweet

Word count: 1200

Sofia can’t sleep. You set out to change that.

You wake up around five in the morning, your phone reading 5:07 when you grab it from the nightstand and narrow your eyes at the lit screen.

You groan and turn to face your girlfriend, only to find her absent, her side of the bed cold and empty.

The smell of freshly baked goods fills your nostrils.

You groan again before getting out of bed in nothing but an oversized tee and panties and following the scent of sweet heaven that leads you to the kitchen. You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the entryway as you watch Sofia pull a baking tray of something out of the oven and put it on the counter. She pulls the mittens off with her teeth and sets them aside. She grabs a sieve with powdered sugar and hits it gently to scatter it over the various croissants laid out in front of her that are on the opposite side of the counter.

“Are you just gonna stand there, honey?” Sofia questions without taking her eyes off the croissants.

You push yourself off the entryway and walk towards her. “Any reason why you’re baking at five in the goddamn morning in nothing but a dirty t-shirt and boxer shorts?” You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, your chin coming to rest on her shoulder. “Not that I’m complaining. Well, only about that first part. The rest is more than tolerable”

“Couldn’t sleep” Sofia says, her eyes still trained on the damn croissants. “You mentioned you’ve been craving croissants so I thought I’d make them for you while my insomnia got the better of me”

You slide your hands under her shirt, embracing the warmth of her body against your palm. You like how Sofia doesn’t mind the cold of your skin.

“Thought you might like something savory too so I also baked a shitload of fucking quiche muffins because apparently that’s a fucking thing”

“Why are you raising your voice?” You ask in an even tone that doesn’t betray a hint of emotion.

Sofia puts the sieve down. She grips the edge of the counter as she takes a breath. Then another. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just..” She pauses to focus on her breathing. “With everything going on with that dickless traitor Oz and the Triad, it’s kinda hard for me to focus on anything else”

“Gee, thanks”

“Anything other than you” Sofia adds before turning around to face you. She cups your jaw with her hand, her other settling on your hip. “I swear, you’re the only saving grace in this whole situation, Y/N”

You hum, taking in the dark circles under her eyes. The pads of your thumbs trace them. “When was the last time you had a good night’s sleep?”

Sofia averts her gaze, her eyes downcast.

“Jesus, Sof. How are you still standing?”

“With a little help from the best energy drinks money can buy. That and a lotta rage”

You huff a laugh. “Don’t be cute. I told you to take care of yourself. Or at least let me do it for you”

“I’m fine”

“No, you’re not. You need to get some sleep”

An imaginary lightbulb lights up above your head.

You grin. “And I know just the right way to help”

You hop onto the counter.

Sofia raises a brow. Her eyes drift to the space between your thighs when you part your legs, revealing the lace panties she got you for your birthday. Her eyes don’t leave them as you slowly take them off and toss them on the floor.

You cross your legs.

“You always say you get drunk off me” You playfully tilt your head as you stare at her. “So maybe I can help you get that sleep you so desperately need”

“Your solution for my insomnia is for me to eat you out? Is that it?” Still, Sofia walks over to you. Her hands grips your waist. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked, baby”

“Right now, I’m not asking”

The corner of your girlfriend’s mouth tugs upwards at your low, demanding tone. “Yes, ma’am”

Sofia eats you out for what feels like hours.

Her tongue darts and swirls, painting delicate patterns over your clit. You're already lost in the sea of pleasure, your breaths coming in gasps and moans. Each touch feels like a spark, igniting a fire deep within you. Your body arches off the counter, muscles taut as you chase the next wave of ecstasy. Sofia’s eyes are closed, lost in her own world, but her mouth is all focus. She's a maestro playing the most sensitive of instruments, and you're the music that fills the room.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably. You grip the edge of the counter, your knuckles whitening. The scent of your arousal fills the air, mingling with the faint smell of baked goods and sweat from your exertion. You've had so many orgasms, you've lost count, but she doesn't stop. Each stroke of her tongue sends you spiraling closer to the edge, and yet she pulls back, just enough to keep you there, teetering. It’s what you love about her.

You feel the tension building, your thighs quivering around her head. Your heart races, your pulse thundering in your ears. She senses your desperation and doubles down, her tongue relentless, her hands gripping your thighs. The pressure builds, a crescendo of sensation that you know will shatter you into a million pieces. You're so close, so close, you can almost taste it.

And then she does something different, a flick of her tongue, a change in rhythm. It sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as you scream out your release. But even as your climax washes over you, she doesn't let up. She continues, driving you into a realm of overstimulation, where pleasure meets pain and you're not sure if you can handle it. Yet, you find yourself begging for more, your voice hoarse from the cries that have escaped your lips. Her eyes open, meeting yours, and she smiles, knowing she has you exactly where she wants you.

But even Sofia has her limits.

By the time she’s decided that she’s done with you, she looks ready to hit the bed. You look at her as you try to catch your breath, your chest heaving.

Sofia smiles and cups your face before kissing you, passionately. “Thank you, bella” She says after breaking the kiss. “This is exactly what I needed”

“Glad I could be of service to ya”

“Are you coming to bed?”

You shake your head as you hop off the counter and grab your panties. “I’m gonna take a shower”

Sofia walks away from you. “Okay”

“Sleep tight!”

She shoots you a sleepy thumbs up without turning around before disappearing from your sight.

Just as you told her, you brush your teeth and take a shower then get dressed in something nice and comfy since you have no plans to leave the house.

You sit cross-legged on the couch, watching some new medical sitcom while eating the delicious croissants and quiche your girlfriend made for you.

[lawofangie]

you aren't special

a mean rant - you have been warned lol

i find it sad that you all are capable of feeling exceptional or different from other people, but in a misguided way. i keep getting these asks, dms, and keep seeing others say "the law of assumption isn't working for me". which never makes any sense.

i want to focus on the keywords, "for me". see, it's one thing to believe the law isn't real, but to believe that it works for everybody but you? it's illogical, just doesn't make any sense, and it's not even possible. what's so special about you that a literal LAW doesn't apply to you?

do you GENUINELY believe that you're special enough for the law to not work for you? that you've magically become some outlier? please make it make sense!

i see this, but then it makes me think back to how much you guys struggle with manifesting positive things and how you could be seeing yourself as an outlier in a good way. but, you're so busy wallowing in self pity to the point where you sabotage yourself and call it the truth, it's almost masochistic.

you're basically putting yourself above a law, which usually implies superiority, but you're implying your own inferiority. do you get what i'm saying?

so, you can believe things won't work out for you in a negative way, but you struggle so much to believe that in a positive way? and then you guys say this stuff doesn't work? like the only thing here that isn't working is you, your own fucking brain. YOU are the one not following the only rule, then wondering why it isn't working for you. you're not following simple instructions and wondering why you aren't getting results!

the law of assumption says that your assumptions become reality. your ASSUMPTIONS. not your hopes, not your dreams, the law doesn't give a damn about any of that. you only get what you ARE, not what you want. the law doesn't give a fuck about your feelings, your circumstances, your desires, WE know what you want, WE care, which is why WE advise you to assume in your favor in order for you to get it.

if you fail to ever do this, then that's on you. it was your choice to believe that things wouldn't work out for you despite what everyone else told you. and actually, this is another thing. in order to manifest, you're told to assume. regardless of what you are being shown, you assume anyway, right? you guys don't realize that believing in your own demise is quite literally following instructions, you're just not doing it in a beneficial way.

you have all these support systems, motivation, success stories, etc, and yet you still choose not to believe in yourself. this is why i don't understand why you guys overconsume so much and latch on to every success story you find. you know deep down it doesn't change shit if you don't believe it, so why bother? reading somebody else's story isn't going to change the life you're living. you shouldn't live vicariously through strangers on the internet. it's not going to do anything more than give you that short boost of motivation that you never utilize. so why bother? at the end of the day, no matter how much you ignore it, all that matters is what you believe about yourself and your current circumstances.

you are still obviously capable of believing something to be true, so it's not hard. you guys just find it hard to like yourselves, to believe in something good for yourselves, and thats on nobody but you. it's honestly pathetic, but nonetheless, you have nobody to blame but yourself for the way you feel about yourself. nobody can tell you how to feel but you. nobody has any power, influence, on control over you and your own mind.

what you confuse for other people's influence over you is simply just you being influenced by them.

[arsenysworld]

Secret Santa

Rosa Diaz x male reader

Rosa leaned back in her chair, her boots kicked up on the edge of her desk as she watched the chaos of the bullpen unfold. The precinct looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it—tacky lights, fake snow, and a giant inflatable Santa wobbling in the corner thanks to Boyle’s questionable decorating skills. Jake was across the room arguing with Amy over whether Die Hard was the greatest Christmas movie ever (it wasn’t), while Terry sipped on a protein shake, humming along to a Mariah Carey song.

Rosa didn’t hate Christmas because of the decorations or the music—it was the whole forced joy thing. She wasn’t about to pretend she cared about holiday cheer when she didn’t.

But this year was different.

For the past three weeks, she’d been waking up to find mysterious gifts on her desk. They weren’t your standard, lazy Secret Santa gifts like cheap candy or knockoff cologne. No, these were good—a pair of high-quality leather gloves, a rare limited-edition crime novel she’d mentioned once in passing, and even a custom-made flask with her initials engraved on it. And today? The latest box sat unopened on her desk, the matte black wrapping paper staring back at her. The card attached simply read:

“For someone who’s sharper than any blade – Your Secret Santa.”

Rosa had her suspicions about who was behind it. Her gaze flicked to Y/N, the precinct’s newest IT tech, who was hunched over his desk in the corner, typing away like he didn’t have a care in the world. For the past two months, she and Y/N had been secretly seeing each other. Rosa wasn’t the kind of woman who threw around the word “relationship,” but… yeah. She liked him. More than she was willing to admit.

Still, the fact that he might be her Secret Santa made her chest tighten in a way she wasn’t used to. Rosa didn’t do vulnerable. But dammit, these gifts were starting to feel personal. And that meant Y/N was risking blowing their cover—and worse, making her feel things.

“Alright, enough.” Rosa’s voice cut through the bullpen like a knife. She stood up, all sharp edges and no patience, holding the box up for everyone to see. “Who’s behind this?”

Jake’s head whipped around, his eyes lighting up. “Oh my God, you’re into this! You’re totally into this!”

“I’m not into it,” Rosa snapped, narrowing her eyes. “I just want to know which one of you idiots thinks they know me well enough to pull this off.”

“Not me,” Boyle said quickly, raising his hands. “I’d never risk buying you the wrong gift and ending up on your bad side. Again.”

Hitchcock leaned back in his chair, his smirk already irritating her. “Why spoil the fun, Diaz? It’s Christmas. A little mystery’s good for the soul.”

Rosa stalked over to his desk, her boots thudding against the floor with purpose. “The only mystery I enjoy is the kind I can solve with handcuffs and an interrogation room,” she growled. “Now spill.”

Hitchcock’s smirk grew wider. “It’s your IT guy,” he said, nodding toward Y/N. “Your little boyfriend.”

The bullpen went so quiet you could hear Scully chewing his sandwich. Jake’s jaw dropped, and Amy gasped audibly.

Rosa didn’t react. Her face stayed perfectly neutral as she turned on her heel, the box still in her hand, and walked straight to Y/N’s desk. He glanced up, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw her approaching.

“Hey, L/N,” Rosa said, her tone low but firm. “Got a minute?”

“Uh… yeah,” Y/N replied cautiously, standing up.

Without another word, Rosa grabbed his arm and led him out of the bullpen, ignoring the whispers and stares following them. She didn’t stop until they were inside the breakroom, the door swinging shut behind them.

“You wanna explain this?” she asked, holding up the unopened box.

Y/N glanced at it, his face turning a shade of red that was almost cute. “Uh… maybe?”

“Maybe?” Rosa raised an eyebrow. “Try again.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. Yeah, it’s from me. I thought you’d like it. And I didn’t exactly want to, you know, make a big deal out of it.”

Rosa crossed her arms, staring him down. “You’re risking people figuring out we’re together for this?”

“Rosa, relax. No one’s gonna figure it out.” He hesitated, then added, “Well, except maybe Hitchcock, but come on, no one listens to him.”

She studied him for a long moment, her tough exterior slowly cracking. “You’ve been doing this for weeks. Why?”

“Because I wanted to,” Y/N admitted. His voice softened, and he gave her that earnest, slightly nervous look that always managed to get under her defenses. “Because you deserve it.”

Rosa blinked, momentarily thrown off. She wasn’t used to people being sweet to her without expecting something in return.

“Open it,” Y/N urged, nodding toward the box.

Rosa rolled her eyes but ripped the paper off, revealing a small black box. She popped it open and froze. Inside was a keychain—a miniature replica of her favorite knife, the one she kept stashed in her desk. It was perfect, right down to the tiny engraved handle.

“This is…” She turned it over in her hands, feeling the weight of it. “This is badass.”

Y/N grinned, clearly relieved. “Yeah? I thought it might be.”

Rosa looked up at him, her usual smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “You’re lucky I like it. Otherwise, this conversation would’ve ended with me kicking your ass.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he said with a chuckle.

Before she could second-guess herself, Rosa stepped closer, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t soft or tentative—Rosa didn’t do anything halfway.

Y/N froze for half a second before melting into it, his hands resting lightly on her hips. When they broke apart, he looked dazed but happy. “Wow. Uh… Merry Christmas?”

Rosa smirked. “Yeah. Merry Christmas.”

Back in the bullpen, Jake practically fell out of his chair when Rosa and Y/N reappeared. “They were totally making out!” he stage-whispered to Boyle.

“Shut it, Peralta,” Rosa said, but the corners of her mouth quirked up, just slightly.

She sat back at her desk, spinning the knife keychain in her hand. Maybe Christmas wasn’t completely terrible after all.

@jacenradio7 @6rookie-writer0110 @fandomnerd9602 @amphibiahawks321

Hope you like it. And Merry Christmas!!! Happy new year!!!

[inawickedlittletown]

All I Want For Christmas Is You (BuckTommy) - 8/9

Summary: When Buck and Tommy pick each other for the 118's Secret Santa, they both realize they know nothing about each other. That changes very quickly. Words: 3.1k Rating: M Read on Ao3 Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

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Chapter Eight

They didn’t kiss for very long, but only because Tommy knew that Hen, Chim, and Bobby would come out at any moment and that anyone from B-shift might catch them. Somehow, he didn’t think that Evan would like it if that was the way everyone found out about his sexuality. So, reluctant because Evan’s lips were like sugar and Tommy’s vice was anything sweet, Tommy grasped Evan’s hand and walked him to where their cars were parked. 

“We, uh, we have a lot to talk about,” Tommy said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Evan nodded. “Ye-aw,” Evan said, mouth open in a yawn. Adorable. 

“Did you get any sleep?” Tommy asked. 

“Few hours here or there. I’m…I’m exhausted, but we can…we can talk. I want to talk. It’s all I’ve—”

“You didn’t sleep very well before your shift and we’re getting off a twenty four,” Tommy said. 

“But we need to talk,” Evan said. “Maybe we get some coffee in me and we’re good to go.” 

Tommy shook his head. “No. Actually, you shouldn’t even be driving. How about — can I drive you home?” 

Evan glanced at his car and then back at Tommy. They heard Bobby’s voice behind them. Hen was laughing. 

“I’m driving you,” Tommy said decidedly.

Evan didn’t look like he was going to fight him on it, but Tommy didn’t know what the others would say. 

“What’s happening?” Chim asked, spotting them. 

“Evan is way too sleep deprived to drive,” Tommy said. “I offered to take him home just to be safe.” 

If any of them thought Tommy’s behavior was weird when it came to Evan, none of them voiced it. From the outside it probably did look like Tommy was going hot and cold on Evan. Bobby was frowning a little and Hen did give him an appraising look. Wait. Had Evan come out to her? He’d said that, if he wasn’t mistaken. She probably had an inkling about him and Evan. Tommy didn’t even care. He unlocked his car and Evan seemed too tired to say anything one way or the other even if the excuse was more than a little flimsy. Tommy gave the others a wave before he joined Evan. 

“Do you—” Evan began and stopped. 

“What is it?” 

“Can we go to your place?” Evan asked, voice small. 

Tommy had intended on taking Evan to his shared house, but if Evan wanted to come to Tommy’s house, Tommy wasn’t going to fight him on it. 

“What, do you think your roommates will keep you from sleeping?” 

“Some of them do play video games really loud. I — I just want to talk first. Easier to do that if you’re around.” 

Tommy nodded and smiled to himself. 

His house was a bit messier than usual. Tommy had been spending a lot of time watching cheesy romantic Christmas movies and not much else so his living room had the signs of being used. He didn’t think he’d even made the bed before leaving for his shift either and he probably had a few dirty plates in the kitchen. Tommy didn’t care about any of it as Evan entered just ahead of him. 

“Want anything to drink?” Tommy asked. “Water? Tea?” 

“No. I’m good. I, uh, I can take the pull out—”

“The bed, Evan. Come on.” 

Evan was tentative. He’d lost the confidence that had existed the last two times he’d been over, but he followed Tommy up the stairs. 

Tommy led Evan to the bed, pulled the topsheet and the duvet right off, shaking them. Evan sat down on the edge, but he looked a little stiff. Tommy dropped the sheet and duvet by the foot of the table. He grabbed Evan’s hand, rubbed his thumb over Evan’s knuckles and sat next to him. 

“Maybe I should have gone back to my place,” Evan said. “I — Tommy, why…what happened the last time we were here?” 

“I freaked out,” Tommy said, simply. “I just…Evan, I like you. And I guess I made some assumptions about you. I mean all this time I really haven’t gotten to know you like everyone else has and when you jumped right into sex like you did it made me assume you were more experienced. Finding out that I was the first guy ever, it was a lot. More than a lot.” 

“And whose fault is that?” Evan asked. 

“What?” 

“The not getting to know me before,” Evan said. “You ignored me for so long, when from the very first time we met all I wanted was your attention.” 

For Tommy that didn’t track, except that he remembered Evan approaching him from time to time and Tommy just giving him one word answers or no answers at all. Tommy groaned. He was a little embarrassed to admit his reasoning for why he’d been like that, but Evan wasn’t looking at him like he was ready to judge him for it. He looked like he wanted to understand. Tommy remembered then the way that Evan had been so sure Tommy didn’t like him when he was drunk. 

“I didn’t want to get to know you because I knew I’d like you too much,” Tommy admitted. “You took my breath away, Evan, and even then you had the power to hurt me. So I kept myself away from you so that you didn’t have to tell me to stay away.”

“Oh,” Evan said. 

Tommy dropped his gaze. “I’ve never been good at this stuff. Mostly because I was ashamed and scared and unwilling to admit the truth to everyone, even to myself at times. I think I projected a bit of that on you when you told me and figured when you decided you were ready for everyone to know you’d just go out there and find the plethora of men that would jump at a chance to be with you and you’d realize that I’m not what you want.”

“Tommy,” Evan said, voice full of emotion. “I’ve seen the women. I’ve seen the men. None of them are you or I might have figured out I’m bi way sooner.”

“Oh,” Tommy said. 

“And just so you know, I’ve never lost so much sleep because I can’t stop thinking about anyone before.” 

Tommy was not expecting that. He saw the bags under Evan’s eyes, how bloodshot his eyes were too due to how little sleep he’d gotten and it wasn’t just one night. It was all week. Tommy had caused this and he didn’t know how to feel about that. 

“We can continue this later,” Tommy said. “You’re exhausted.” 

Evan nodded. He closed his eyes for a beat. “Can I borrow some pjs?” 

“I thought you slept in just your underwear,” Tommy said. 

Evan chuckled. “I mean naked, usually, but won’t it be a little weird?” 

Tommy’s breath caught in his throat. Naked. Of course he slept in the nude. 

“Whatever makes you comfortable, Evan,” Tommy said. 

Evan’s eyes met his, the look was mischievous and a little teasing. “You’re sure it won’t make you uncomfortable, Tommy?” 

“You’re a little brat.” 

Evan chuckled. He stood and started to strip off his clothes, never looking away from Tommy. Tommy couldn’t look away as a pile formed by Evan. His pants and his shirt and his undershirt. All his skin on display. Tommy licked his lips. He’d been picturing Evan in his mind for days but there was nothing like actually having him in front of him, like actually seeing him and knowing that he was within his reach. He was captivated. 

“Like what you see?” Evan asked, taking a couple of steps towards him. 

Evan’s hands were on his shoulders and Tommy tipped his head back to look at his face. When he leaned down, Tommy’s hands went to Evan’s waist, hands climbing up his warm skin to his back just as Evan kissed him. The angle was awkward with Tommy sitting on the bed and Evan still standing. It didn’t change how glorious it was and how much Tommy wanted him. He pulled him closer and Evan climbed onto Tommy’s lap, knees on either side of him so that he wasn’t quite sitting on Tommy. Tommy wrapped his arms around him, kept him flush against him and they were kissing again. 

“Hmm, thought you were tired,” Tommy said. 

“So put me to bed,” Evan said, but he groaned when Tommy’s lips found his throat, kissing and nipping down to his clavicle. 

Evan used his weight to push Tommy back and suddenly he was on his back and Evan was atop him, their lips meeting again, Evan grinding his erection down into Tommy’s own, too many layers separating them. Tommy rolled them over, trapping Evan beneath him. Evan made an appreciative noise and his hands were tugging at Tommy’s shirt and then opening his jeans. 

Tommy’s clothes fell wherever Evan tossed them, including his underwear. Evan’s came off too and Tommy took him in, dick hard and leaking, his strong thighs, the cheshire smile on his lips and the awe in his eyes. How had Tommy ever thought that he could let this go. 

“Evan,” he said and there were so many other words that he wanted to get out, but they were swallowed by the kiss that Evan pulled him into. 

He moaned into the kiss, licked into Evan’s mouth. Evan’s hands brought him closer, settled Tommy’s weight on him and made an appreciative noise about it, gasped when their cocks touched. Tommy reached between them, grasped the two of them together and couldn’t help but remember that night when he’d done the same down in the art room. He hadn’t know how new it was to Evan, then, and appreciated it all the more now. 

Evan bit his shoulder and kissed it and then the line of his throat up to his jaw. 

“Tommy,” Evan said, voice breathy. “Please.” 

Tommy moved his hand, gathered what precum had leaked out from them both and coated them with it, then he shifted his hips, rutting against Evan. Evan threw his head back, said something unintelligible. 

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Tommy felt amazing. The weight of him, the warmth of his skin, the way that his cock felt against his own. Buck hadn’t forgotten, but his mind had dulled it somewhat because he hadn’t known somehow that it was going to be this good. He groaned when Tommy shifted again, thrusting into his hand and against where he held Buck, their cocks sliding together in such a perfect way that it made Buck see stars. It wouldn’t take much more and when Tommy leaned down to kiss him again, Buck lost it, groaned against Tommy’s lips as he felt pleasure travel through him, making him feel like he was boneless. 

Tommy slumped into him and there was a sticky warm mess between them that Buck didn’t even care about at the moment, not when Tommy was placing more kisses across his face. 

“Beautiful,” Tommy whispered. 

“Tommy?”

“Sleep,” Tommy said. “Sleep, I’ll take care of you.” 

He knew that. Trusted that. Puckered his lips and Tommy’s lips were there, a light soft kiss that Buck could treasure. He heard Tommy chuckle and Buck whined when he felt Tommy move, feeling the cold air hit him.

Buck was tired, so tired that he just closed his eyes. He felt when Tommy cleaned up his stomach and thighs and groin with a soft warm towel. 

Buck shifted a bit, finding a good position. 

“Stay,” Buck said. “Stay, please.” 

“Okay.” 

Tommy kissed his forehead and Buck was already drifting off when he felt the sheet and duvet fall over him and Tommy’s arm wrapping around him, bringing him closer to him, another kiss placed on his shoulder. 

He woke up feeling too warm, a weight around his waist and the scent of Tommy surrounding him pleasantly. His bladder wouldn’t let the moment last and Buck had to fight with the urge to just stay and bask. Tommy made a noise when Buck moved, but he didn’t stop him or even wake up. If Buck was lucky he could just get back in bed and keep cuddling. He wasn’t quick or perhaps quiet enough, though, because when he returned Tommy had sat up, the sheets pooling at his waist. His hair was mussed with sleep looking curlier and a little frizzy and there was a gorgeous smile playing on his lips. 

“Hey,” Tommy said. 

“Hi,” Buck said and suddenly realized that he was still completely naked, not that he thought Tommy minded. 

So, he walked slowly back to the bed and Tommy rolled his eyes. “Evan, I’m aware you look great without any clothes on.”

Tommy licked his lips and he looked him up and down before meeting Buck’s eyes again. He lifted a hand towards Buck and Buck grasped it, letting Tommy pull him until he was back in bed, crawling onto Tommy and kissing him, their legs slotting together and feeling the way that Tommy’s body was responding beneath the sheet. 

“Remember how you rode me last time?” Buck asked, almost a whisper.

“Not forgetting that anytime soon,” Tommy said. 

“I’ve played that over and over in my head.” 

“Evan,” Tommy said with a groan. 

“But I want…I want it the other way too. I want to ride you. Or not that. I want…I want you inside me, Tommy. Want to feel it, to know what it’s like.”

He had been thinking about it, remembered too well the way that Tommy had looked when he’d had Buck’s cock inside him and what it had felt like. How tight Tommy was. Buck was curious, he had done some research and failed to avoid the porn that came up. He still wanted it. 

He heard Tommy inhale a breath, saw his pupils dilate and felt his hands tighten on him. Buck kissed him, slid his hands into Tommy’s hair and leaned into him. He lost himself to the kiss, to all the ways that he had forgotten what it was like to kiss Tommy because they matched each other, both trying to take control, their tongues meeting in such a delicious slide and how one of Tommy’s hands had fallen to grasp at Buck’s ass kneading one cheek. 

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked. 

Buck forgot everything other than how Tommy held him and how Tommy kissed him. He felt warm all over. Happy. Excited. He was in no rush, just kept kissing and kissing and grinding down onto where he could feel how hard Tommy was. 

“Ev—” 

“Please,” Buck said. “I want it. I want you.” 

“I know,” Tommy said, kissing him and pulling back to look at Buck as if he needed to see that reflected in his eyes. “We’d have to prep you first, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. No one had ever called him that. He was sure he whined at hearing it. It definitely made him feel warm all over. 

Tommy pecked his lips, kissed his jaw right up to his ear. 

“Want it to be good for you,” Tommy said and then a little more serious, “There’s no rush, Evan. This doesn’t have to happen today or tomorrow or the next day. We can take it slow. We should take it slow.” 

Tommy’s hands rubbed up and down his back and he looked at Buck with all the seriousness that he could muster. They hadn’t really finished talking earlier, but that was easily forgotten when there were distractions. 

“Tommy?” 

“This isn’t just tonight, you know that, right? I’m not walking away from this. I’m not letting you go. I like you, Evan, and I want to give us a try. We have time to try everything. You don’t have to be ready for that right this second.” 

“But—”

Tommy pecked his pouty lips and Buck wanted to form an argument for getting Tommy to put his dick in him, but Tommy was cradling his face and he was looking at him like Buck was special and like he meant something.

“Not tonight, then,” Buck said. “But soon.” 

Tommy smiled at him, kissed him again and then rolled them over. 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t still want to take care of this,” he said and kissed down Buck’s chest to his stomach and then down until he was within eyeline of Buck’s cock. 

“Tommy,” Buck groaned. 

Tommy licked him from tip to bottom, the flat of his tongue dragging until he was taking Buck in his mouth. Buck dropped his head back on the pillow, groaned as Tommy held his hips down and went for it, licking and sucking and bringing Buck right to a climax that had him spilling right into Tommy’s mouth. Buck let go of the sheets where he’d gripped them, he slumped back and opened his eyes when he heard Tommy let out a moan. 

“Hmm, love the way you taste,” Tommy said, licking his lips 

Buck reached for him and Tommy crawled up until Buck could pull him down into a kiss, tasting himself on Tommy’s lips. Salty and bitter, it wasn’t unpleasant. Buck wondered if Tommy tasted the same. He figured it was probably worth it to find out. 

“Ev—”

“Need to take care of you too,” Buck said. 

It was intimidating once he was there between Tommy’s legs actually looking at his dick. Tommy was big, then again he was big all over, so why not there as well. 

“I won’t last long,” Tommy informed him. 

His cock twitched, it was a little wet, and when Buck touched his tongue to it Tommy let out a groan. 

Buck wrapped his hand around the base, wrapped his lips around the head and tried to take as much as Tommy into his mouth as possible. It wasn’t much, but he used his hand for the rest, tried to remember what he liked and what he’d seen girls do when they were giving him head. It was harder than it looked, especially with how much thought he had to put to keep his teeth from causing any damage but Tommy seemed to like his attempts. 

“Evan I’m—”

Buck pulled back, unsure if he could handle Tommy cumming in his mouth. He gave Tommy’s cock a few more tugs and watched as he spurted out over his hand. Not capable of helping himself he leaned forward and licked a stripe. 

Tommy made a noise, seeing him do that and then clean the rest of the cum off his hand. Buck dropped back down to the bed next to him, feeling the pleasant buzz in his body of good sex. Great sex, even. They kissed languidly, lazy without saying another word, their hands intertwined and their bodies close together. It was fully dark out by the time that either felt the need to move. 

[tumkink]

Thinking about their future together, even the word fate, just felt right. He couldn’t imagine himself with someone else now, didn’t want to. What would his life be like without Daisy? What had it been, only a few days ago? It felt like she was his missing piece, like the time they spent apart, he was making more plans to see her, to better her life in some way. Rationally. He knew they were probably going too fast, he was too attached, but why should he care? What were the true risks of getting this invested in someone if they seemed to reciprocate? “Falling asleep to you sounds like a sin… I don’t think I want to miss any extra time with your consciousness.” When he said things like that, his inner thoughts, there was often something deep inside that worried it was finally too much, she was going to let him down easy and ‘set him straight’, but he never let that stop him. He didn’t want to keep anything from Daisy.

The idea of handling, helping, managing her social media does sound appealing to him, if he’s honest. He’s always found it something he felt comfortable doing, engaging with the world through a screen. He liked to think he understood the masses that way, even if that was his ego talking. He knew a lot of his own popularity came from his wealth and his face, but he’s like to think he was strategic too, used his manipulation tactics for good. “I’ll have you know, it’s taken everything in me not to just become your biggest fan page.” He is only mostly joking. When he was waiting for her first reply to his DM, he had scrolled through every video under her search on tiktok, and had read lots from her fans on twitter. “I just..” He thinks it’s kinda stupid, what he’s about to say. She has said yes to let him follow her to LA, is letting him stay over, has never rebuffed his affections thus far.. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to have me linked to your socials, okay? I know I can be divisive and get people fired up and I would never want that to turn on you.” Which is true, being seen out with him is one thing, having him on your social media, being seen as endorsing his views, that’s another. He’s called out people, a lot of people. He makes enemies easily and is hated by no one that matters, but still a loud minority. It seems late to warn her, but he wants to. It’s scary, feeling like this could be it.

"well, maybe when we're out in la and i'm not having to sing eight shows a week, i won't be as easily tired out, i can sing you a song to help you fall asleep or something." she doesn't want to think about how badly she knows she's blushing now, face hot with it as she chews on her bottom lip, trying to hide the smile that's creeping across her face. it feels nice, having someone like gradeigh there, in her corner, cheering her on no matter what. her parents, her siblings, they haven't even come to see her in any shows, and they all still live in the city, it isn't like it would be a huge inconvenience anyway. but she doesn't want to think about that. doesn't want to dwell on the idea.

she listens with rapt attention as he speaks, and shakes her head a little. "if this is fate, and i dunno if it is or if i believe in fate, i'm pretty sure we still would have met somehow. and if you want to be jammed into my art hole, maybe that's something we can explore tonight, when you're sleeping over." she feels her blush getting hotter, and quickly leans across the center of the car to kiss his cheek before settling back in her seat. "if you want." she thinks to add it as an afterthought, laughiing a little awkwardly. a soft hum leaves her, and she considers him for a minute before shrugging. "if you want, you're really good a social media, you can be my social media manager. my agent is always going on and on about how i need to be more active online, help boost my profile or whatever. we didn't really get to hard launch ourselves, but we could do something cute and fun on tiktok or something."

[smylenol]

It’s just how it is. I’m not really allowed to live here if I give the neighbourhood or city a bad name. Soooooo.. that means.. a lot of frivolous explaining and sulking and backpedaling, a lot of shame and pity..

Backfiring and sputtering and..

..nnnyeheh.

For an example, a long while ago, I gave Disney Pixar a bad name of sorts. Said I “wanted to be more Up than Pixar”, and it was in reference to a swollen whosamawhatsit between the legs. Wasn’t very clean or nice.

Then.. Winning Card happened, and I was able to reframe it all thanks to that scene with The Joker and a child sitting on a park bench in the rain, and there’s a red balloon in his hand, with them sitting apart at a safe distance.

I memory-spammed all throughout my childhood and what the heartbreaking scenes of Up are, and..

..yes, well.. I have many reasons to never smile again. Of course I’m.. ashamed and thought I could make a sick cruel sex joke out of a beloved childhood experience of many.

Some fellow was extremely kind to me this morning, while I was looking around my usual tobacco and ganja scrounging spots. (No, I’m not much of a stalwart face character, following in my footsteps precisely will potentially see you unluckier than I)

The other day I had my leg extended while I trashcan dived for smokable provisions, and was growl-howling for someone to disconnect my Achilles tendon, so I could finally find a permanent soothing rest. I can’t remember if that was the same day that I psychotically raised my voice to my social worker when they called to make a house call for a check-up..

I guess there’s treasure everywhere. If you can call some of this treasure.. S’pose it keeps me keeping along.

Anyways, a fellow today saw me trash can diving and felt compelled enough to offer their two last smokes in their pack. I may never see them again to repay the favour, but it has me mostly convinced that there’s good and kind people that comprise these city streets. Visitors, residents, tourists, escapists, artists, and travel survivors.

……sometimes .. very exceedingly infrequently.. I ask for a cigarette here and there, but I know how pricey tobacco is, and I’ve been certainly nuisance enough. Haven’t I? I just move to a new city and go “Hee Hee Hee HOHoHOHo guffawhawhaw Waitaminute .. what is that?”

I don’t know what I’m doing today, dear readers. Refraining from fights, keeping from poor manners, staying from emotionally confining in any way..

Yes, good good, who is Tobey, maybe someone cares, I don’t expect anybody to. (I know, you don’t really need a filter to look and write like a prize. Buh-ha-ha-ha.)

Long as I don’t open my wrists, Daniel Larson myself, and keep a good mental vigilance over where vice and virtue go, I shouldn’t be a problem.

Juh-heezus

I’m so ready to be shot and beaten and cancelled and me-too’d and spit at and thrown about and all that stuff that apparently makes me brave in the face of paranoid schizophrenia.

I wonder, do people really have it in their heads that I just want to lure and then sex it out? Maybe I set myself up for this fall. The “Jokerotic”, hm? *snort* I’m a pissant if you really think I just want a romp in the sheets with.. anyone, really. One of my mental processes is doing away with the libido, all the time.. Of course there’s grown women I’d be attracted to, but I enjoy myself a little more as a femscary clown boy.. while I’m still breathing.

Ew. This Rocksteady Arkham hair. Then again, it helps with escaping cruel and forceful reality..

Now for you and yours, I open the floor towards your discussing what The Solitaire Mystery means and the twisting of freedoms that end in depressive and melancholic experiences.

[budugaapologist]

still dont see how so many people say that dawntrail is poorly written in comparison to other expansions like. what, did you realize you had to learn about a new culture and immediately not care anymore lmao? you've done it before, was this one not white enough for you?

genuinely i think more people should do side quests during msq so idk you can form a heart about the characters you're interacting with if you struggle with that and understand the land better so when impactful shit happens your illiterate ass can actually read and have empathy. theres no excuse for this.

if you can't handle storybuilding and character introductions from the expansion that feels like stormblood and shadowbringers had passionate gay sex that got one of them pregnant and birthed a beautiful daughter they both love and care about then idk what to tell you, maybe youre just lame and can't read. best of luck with that.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[qcomicsy]

Lately I've only been wishing to grab a comic about my favorite character and just have a genuinely good time reading it.