#first piece of writing in 2024!

[rizaposting]

Rating: T Words: 3,049 Relationship: Royai, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang Tags: Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist 2003, Songfic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Falling in love, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Non-explicit mentions of sex, Depictions of mental illness

Summary: "The first time she sets to changing the bandages on his face, Roy stops her with a hand on her wrist. His hair had hung over his face as he turned away from her and warned her that it was ugly. The raw flesh and the clipped bone. Riza doesn't know how to express to him that she doesn’t care about the physical damage, that she is just so happy that he is alive that it makes her hands tremble. In the end, she brushes his hair to the side and meets his gaze without flinching as the gauze falls away."

After the coup against Bradley, something blooms between them during Roy's recovery. But there is only so much that love can heal.

(Inspired by the song "Antebellum" by Vienna Teng)

[summerlimeismethebrony]

She has bewitched me....

[al-luviec]

id like to thank ninjago episode snake jaguar for everything but nothing all at the same time

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

Roevember 2024: Day 1 - Name

The evening was quiet in the North Shroud. Not an Ixal in sight, much to relief for a small band of sellswords stationed in Treespeak. Having finished their patrol, the group made camp and gathered around the campfire in no time. Valliant Jackal and Ardent Doe, a Roegadyn couple, each with a flask of ale in their hands, were retelling a funny story of their first time in the Shroud. Across them sat Nhagi'a and Nalili, a Miqo'te and a Lalafell, who were tending to Nhagi'a's arrows while giggling to the couple's story of their misfortune.

A young Hellsguard Roegadyn was sitting in silence, slightly further away from their peers. Their hands were sweaty, breath shaky, thoughts running wild on whether or not they'll regret what they're about to do. But to hells with it, they're going to do it anyway, as they can't take this feeling of wrongness anymore. Swallowing hard, they stood up and with small steps approached the group, anxious feeling in the gut getting worse with each step.

Nhagi'a was the first one to see that his approaching friend didn't have their usual grin on their face and immediately noticed that something was off. "Hey kid, something wrong?", he said with a hint of concern in his voice. All the conversations that were had fell silent in an instant, all eyes going to the crew's youngest member. "No!...Uuugghh...I mean, um....yeah....", words were barely leaving their mouth, but they took a deep breath and continued, "I...I-I have something important to tell you all." Ardent Doe and Nalili exchanged worried looks and then looked back at their friend. "For the last few years, you've known me as a girl, as Geimwyda. But that's not who I am, not anymore. And, if I'm being honest, I don't think I ever was.", they said with a shaky voice, gaze glued downwards on their fidgeting hands. "I've always had this strange feeling, this wrongness, about who I am. And that feeling never went away, no matter what other people said to me about it. It only kept getting stronger the longer I ignored it. And now, I think I've finally reached a breaking point, as I just can't take it anymore." Their eyes were slowly getting filled with tears. "So please, call me anything, anything, but a girl. And never use the name Geimwyda for me again....I despise it. I chose a new one instead - Matheli. Matheli Taral."

Matheli braced for it - the negative reactions, the resentment, the ridicule - all of what they've faced before. But it never came. When they finally gathered the courage to look up, what they saw through their eyes filled with tears was enough to get those tears to spill. Instead of mean looks they expected to see, the faces of their companions were painted with bright smiles and wide grins. Ardent Doe stood up and approached her shaken friend, placed her hand on their cheek and enveloped them in a tight hug. "It's good to meet you, Matheli Taral."

These people love and care about you and accept you for who you are, Matheli. There's no need to fear otherwise, not anymore.

[wynnibee]

A Walk in the Park

Hi @starriegalaxy I was your secret skeleton!! I apologize for it being so late, thank you for your patience ❤️ I hope you enjoy a little walk through the park with Eclipse!

Lovingly proofread and edited by @voidedtea

Word Count: ~2700

Oh, how you loved the fall.

The shorter days, the chilly nights — and of course, the beauty of the changing leaves. The bright reds and yellows contrasting sharp against the brilliant blue sky, the leaves dancing against the open air like the flames of a fire. You so loved to listen to their rustling in the autumn breeze, their falling to the ground of a soft whirlwind of color.

You listen to them crunch under your feet – a delightful sound accompanying your stroll through the park. Towering oaks and maples, lining the park’s path like silent guardians, had just begun to show their bare branches in the mid-autumn day. Their trunks' bases were blanketed in once-verdant leaves, all the more swirling down to join them. A few stray ones tumble and crinkle past your feet in the light breeze.

The park is lit by the sun overhead, its creeping across the sky slow as the day nears its end. That sun shines through what leaves still cling to their trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. You relish in the warmth as you walk out from under them.

Passing into the shadow of that canopy again, a small chill runs up your arms despite your sweater’s warmth. You hold your arms closer to yourself in a hug, hoping to trap the last of what the sun's kiss could provide.

The park was so beautiful this time of year, you were surprised that it was practically empty. Most people didn't bother coming out when later afternoon slipped into evening. You couldn't complain though – you preferred to have a little alone time with your companion anyways.

Turning around, you smile at Eclipse, watching as he glances around the whole park. His gaze flits between the sky as a couple of crows pass overhead, to the rustle of leaves in their trees, to the ground where a squirrel scurries about before darting up a one such tree. He glances at all the leaves piled up on the ground, his head flicking towards every bit of movement or sound. Eclipse's normally wide smile looks unsteady, and his eyes are large as he takes in his surroundings.

You frown a little. You can't help but think that he looks nervous – or at least unsure. Maybe inviting him out was a bad idea? He mentioned a while ago that he'd never been outside before…

“Clippy?” you ask, tentative. Slowly, you make your way back towards him, having put a fair amount of distance between you both where he'd gotten distracted and fell behind you.

It takes Eclipse a few seconds to notice your approach. He seems reluctant to look down at you, struggling to tear his gaze away from the trees above. When his eyes do meet yours, though, he smiles in that soft, gentle way that always makes your heart melt.

“Yes, sweetness?” the large bot says in an even tone. His eyes are full of affection and you can't help the flush of your cheeks despite your concern. You take his long hands in your own, rubbing your thumbs along his palms.

“Are you okay? Is this too much?“ You begin to ramble, “I'm sorry for overwhelming you, I should've thought about that before I brought you out here- oh, if you want to go home we can, it's okay! I'm sure we can figure something else to do there, maybe watch a movie? Whatever you wanna do, it's fine with me, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable- what?”

You cut yourself off as Eclipse chuckles at you, his eyes alight with nothing but mirthful fondness. His hands had shifted to hold yours more securely during your ramble, and as you tilt your head back to look at him, his smile widens.

“I'm not uncomfortable at all, Angel-eyes. It's just a lot to take in all at once– there's so much movement and sound and color.” He pauses to look up at the trees again, before glancing back down at you. “You'd think after all that time in the daycare I would be used to all of...this.”

Eclipse gestures to your surroundings with one hand. You glance around again, suddenly aware of the richness to it all that had faded into the back of your mind.

“Is that a bad thing?“ you say carefully. You watch as Eclipse reaches up to snatch a leaf out of the air – a lovely bright red maple – before gently twisting and turning it in his hand. The Daycare Attendant admires the leaf, poring over every detail hidden in its red surface.

“Not at all, mousecake. In fact, I've never been so...awestruck by something like this before – with one exception.” His eyes lock with yours and you flush. “The colors are so beautiful. The reds and oranges and yellows and browns. It's a constant, never-ending rush of warmth. It's fascinating that the leaves used to be so green, but now they've changed with the autumn season. I don't think I've ever actually seen the changing of the seasons in anything but pictures.”

Eclipse gently tucks the maple behind your ear and into your hair, fussing with it slightly to keep it there. He lifts your hand that he's still holding in the air, slowly twirling you so that your back is pressed against his chassis. The puffy sleeves of his outfit crinkle against your sweater as his arms wrap around you. You feel his smile press into the top of your head.

“Just take a moment to close your eyes and listen,” he whispers against your hair. Sighing, you oblige and lean back into him. “What do you hear, love?”

You turn your focus to your surroundings once more, furrowing your brow slightly as you do. 

You can hear the trees rustling overhead. You hear crows cawing off to your left, leaves blowing across the ground to your right. The particular leaf tucked into your hair rattles slightly. Underneath it all, you can even hear the quiet tick, tick, tick of Eclipse's inner workings.

“I can hear...the crows, and the wind, and the leaves. I see what you mean about it all moving,” you smile. “I can hear you, too. I think that's my favorite sound of all.”

Eclipse laughs, the noise full of affection. His arms tighten around you, and you lean back further into them. “You can hear me, huh?”

“I can hear the ticking in your chassis, the whirring of your joints as you move,“ you whisper to him, “It's a steady rhythm, a tick tick tick, over and over. It sounds like a heartbeat. It's...comforting.“

The large robot hums behind you, the sound rumbling against your back. You respond in kind – as best you can, at least. You really could get lost in the ensuing harmony, a song only you and Eclipse can hear.

“You promise you're not uncomfortable, amor? We can leave if you want,” you say with what you hope is reassurance. The last thing you want is for Eclipse to think you're upset or disappointed. Your eyes are still closed while your head rests against his chassis.

“I promise,” he says, “I enjoy being out here and spending my time with you.“

”Alright, if you change your mind, just let me know.”

A chilly breeze whispers through the leaves with the promise of a cold night. You shiver, shifting in Eclipse's arms to rub your hands up and down your sweater sleeves, trying to chase away the goosebumps rising on your skin.

Opening your eyes at last, you look around the park once more from where you stand. The sun has drooped towards the horizon, reaching for its edge with flared coronal strands. The few clouds drifting above remind you of an artist's canvas, all the different textures and colors flowing away from the sinking sun like paint off a brush.

Golden rays of light stretch through the branches of the trees, illuminating the dull concrete of the path with stepping stones of liquid gold. The day was nearing its close, leaving you with only a couple hours before the night took over. You'd have to head home soon.

But — you didn’t want to leave just yet.

Turning round, you press your chest against Eclipse, tilt your head back to look him in the face. Your arms come to wrap around his waist, and his own arms adjust to settle around you from where they'd shifted when you turned.

Your cheeks flush when his eyes soften at you, adding to the redness on your face where the cold had begun to nip at your nose. Your eyes light up as an idea strikes. Your arms tighten around Eclipse as you begin to sway slow. He watches you curiously; you can feel his eyes dart around your face, a non-existent weight smoothing over your skin. You bat your lashes at your partner as you continue to sway, slowly pulling him into the movement with you.

It only takes a minute more before he catches on, an almost overjoyed smile stretching across his faceplate as he shifts his body to take one of your hands in his and places the other gently on your side. You attempt to put your arm on his shoulder, though your fingertips just barely reach below his ruffles. A giggle escapes you at the sheer height of him.

Gently, he pulls you into the more steady rhythm of an easy two-step dance.

You swing and sway across the path, crunching and rustling leaves underfoot with every step. The animatronic's eyes never leave yours, something lovestruck adorning his face. You can only look back, admiring the way his rays catch the slowly fading afternoon light, framing his crescent face in a brilliant halo of gold fire. The bell at the end of his hat chimes with every motion.

Suddenly, he sends you out in a quick spin, holding your hand above your head as you twirl. You laugh, happily leaning into the gesture before Eclipse pulls you back to him. His laughter joins yours as you're lifted to meet his eyes, holds you secure as he spins aimlessly, bouncing and swinging you around with exaggerated steps.

Your laughter only grows, the sound almost giddy to your ears. You hold tight onto the animatronic, his eyes crinkled with delight and shoulders shaking with the force of his own laughter.

“Eclipse!” you barely get his name out through your giggles, the Daycare Attendant coming to a stop. You both stand there, under trees that seem to share your mirth, the leaves trembling in their own raucous applause.

Eclipse holds you while your laughter dies down. You take a few deep breaths, the crisp air filling your lungs. As you steady yourself, you look over to the grassy area in the middle of the park. The leaves from the path have been raked around that spot, and right in the center of the grass is a massive pile of them.

You feel your whole body swell with excitement. A grin splits your face, "Set me down, set me down! I wanna show you something."

Eclipse acquiesces without hesitation, and you reach to grab his hand.

Lacing your fingers together, you move to pull the large robot with you, but pause when you feel resistance. You look back to see Eclipse watching you with suspicion.

“What?” you say with what you hope is innocence. 

Eclipse's eyes narrow further.

“You're plotting something, sweetness. I can see it in your eyes.”

You let go of his hands to clasp your own together, holding them down by your hip as you bat your eyes at him with a smile. A picture of perfectly innocuous intent if you’ve ever seen one.

“Whaaaat? Me? Plot something? Cariño, I would never,” you say with mock, exaggerated offense, mischief blooming across your face. “You'll like this. I promise.”

Extending your hand towards the Daycare Attendant, your expression shifts into a smile more genuine. He seems to consider it, and for a brief moment you worry he might refuse. Then, Eclipse extends his hand, lacing his long fingers with yours, and returns your smile with his own.

Giggling, you begin to tug him towards the leaf pile, more of them crunching underfoot. As you go, your pace grows until Eclipse's footsteps are thudding behind to match your own. You let go of Eclipse's hand, a surprised noise leaving the Attendant as you run ahead.

You sprint right towards that leaf pile — before diving in. The leaves scatter with a rush, tumbling away in a cascading ripple-wave. After a moment to catch your breath, you heft yourself from the pile, hair and sweater soaked in crumpled leaves like autumnal confetti. 

It's a miracle the leaf Eclipse gave you is still in your hair.

The approaching intermingle of heavy footsteps and jingle of bells is barely any warning for Eclipse's ensuing leap into the pile to join you – a motion that drowns you in leaves once more. Scattered as it is, the remaining pile does little to cushion Eclipse's landing, your partner hitting the ground with a resounding thud. The air around you both fills with your collective laughter, yours doubling as he digs you out of the leaves.

Eclipse does manage to uncover you, both of you absolutely beside yourselves with mirth. You clutch at your sides as you continue to giggle, heaving yourself up to grab a handful of those leaves. Tossing them in the air, you look down at Eclipse to where he sits on the ground, the poor Attendant half-buried in leaves himself. They’re mostly caught on his rays, one leaf awkwardly impaled on the point of his left topmost one.

As the leaves you threw begin to rain down, Eclipse grabs your hand and pulls you back to the ground, holding you close. You’re gently pulled into his lap and as you wrap your arms around his neck, he falls backwards into the leaves, taking you with. You can’t help but giggle as you smile down at him from where you lay on his chassis, reaching up to pull the leaf off of his ray.

By now, the sun has finally dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of golds, pinks, and deep purples. Even the trees are soon set alight with that same flurry of colors. The shadows on the ground grow harsh, meanwhile, slicing through what warmth remains.

The golden hour had begun, bathing you and your beloved robot in the last hurrah of light before the sun bid its farewells.

You watch as Eclipse drinks in the view – his eyes dart and skip across the edges of forming shadows, linger in and upon that golden light.

At last, however, they drift back to settle on you.

A flush crosses your face in spite of you as his gaze lingers. You realize, perhaps somewhat belatedly, that the light was wreathing you too. You realize that, perhaps, he's admiring you.

“You really are something else, you know that, love?” Eclipse whispers, as though raising his voice any further would scare away this settling peace.

Your eyes soften. You reach a hand up to hold the side of his faceplate, your thumb stroking over the swirl of his cheek. “Am I now? I could say the same about you, amor.”

He sighs underneath you, his chassis heaving in mimicry of the motion. You rest your head on your hand, simply watching him as he lays under you. His eyes meet yours again, crinkle with a soft smile. Eclipse raises slightly, lifting his hand to cradle the back of your head. His long fingers thread through your hair, soon pulling you gentle towards his face. You give no resistance, leaning down to bunt your forehead against his, both of you basking in the warmth of each other's affection.

“So,” you eventually begin, breaking the silence between you, “how do you feel about fall, Clippy? Did it measure up to the pictures in your books?”

The robot chuckles at you, a blush covering his own face as he responds, “I think it might just be my favorite season, sweetness.”

Oh, how you loved the fall.

[moonfang182-magic]

Gregtober Day 6: Ghost

(Fanfic Warnings: Major Character Death (duh) and Past Character Death)

@gregaverse "One little star follows with no idea where to go now..."

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

Whumptober - 8

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

Content warnings: self sleep deprivation, discussion of nightmares, discussion of intimate whumper

“What are you setting alarms for? There’s no need to be up early.”

Whumpee froze, setting their phone down. “Oh. …You know.”

“Sorry.” Caretaker bit the inside of their cheek. “It’s none of my business. You don’t need to tell me.”

“It’s not… I mean, it’s fine if you want to know. I just don’t think you’ll like it very much, and I don’t want to upset you.”

They didn’t think that Caretaker would like it that much. They didn’t want to upset them.

“Okay, Whumpee,” Caretaker agreed, as if this was an okay thing. “Yeah. Um. You know you can tell me whatever you want? It’s your decision. Tell me if you want to say it, not based on how you think I’ll take it.” And if Whumpee thought it’d upset them, then they were probably right, but it didn’t really matter whether or not it upset Caretaker. After what happened to Whumpee, this was the least they could do to try to help.

“I get nightmares sometimes,” Whumpee whispered slowly. “But I’ve told you that part already.”

“I thought they stopped?”

“I mean… yeah? Technically, they did stop. When I started setting alarms for myself. They wake me up every two hours, and I leave the light on. My brain can’t fall asleep deeply enough for me to get nightmares anymore.”

Caretaker exhaled slowly. “Jesus, Whumpee.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“That’s not what I meant,” they sighed. “I’m just not sure if this is a good idea.”

“I can stop if you want.”

Caretaker blanched. This reaction made sense, and not just because of Whumpee’s desire to please. No, this made sense because Whumper had fucking liked nightmares. It had given them some cruel sense of gratification to know that Whumpee could not escape them, even in unconsciousness. It was one of the first things Whumpee had confessed to Caretaker, back when they’d hated speaking about anything that'd happened.

So which was the greater evil? To stand by and watch as Whumpee ran themself into the ground? Or to betray their trust and make another decision for them, knowing that they would not refuse a request from Caretaker?

“Of course I don’t like it,” Caretaker managed. “But that shouldn’t convince you to stop doing it.”

“What other reason would I have?” Whumpee asked, and Caretaker winced.

“For yourself, sweetheart. If you’re going to sleep the whole night through, do it for yourself, not me.”

“I don’t think it would be very helpful to myself if I was having nightmares the whole night, Caretaker.”

No. Probably not. That was fair. “Maybe we could try some different things to help you relax.”

“Like what?” It broke Caretaker’s heart to hear how tired their friend sounded. They wouldn’t have resorted to alarms if they’d thought something else could work better. “I would take medication if you asked me to, but I don’t- I don’t want to. If that matters.”

“Of course it matters,” Caretaker whispered. “Of course it matters, Whumpee. I wouldn’t jump straight to medication, anyway. Things like drinking a relaxing tea before bed, or taking a bubble bath. Or if you think having the light on helps, we could get you some light that wouldn’t be so harsh. Fairy lights, maybe.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, Whumpee. Whatever you want. We’ve figured everything else out, we’ll figure this out too.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: Transman Character: Jinbei Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Writer's Choice (Host Club!) Prompt: Soft/Comfort Gift Giver: @jinbeioyabun

Summary: Jinbei relaxes you like no one else can. Which is understandable, since you're in a long term relationship with him.

Content Notes: naked massage, non-gendered body description, genitalia non-specific sex, use of pet names and "good boy"

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The room smells like lavender and vanilla. Sweet as the scents are, they aren’t overpowering, just tickling at the edges of your senses.

Jinbei helps you disrobe, not that there’s anything complicated to it. You’d stripped earlier and gotten into a very fluffy and soft robe provided by the club. The air in the room wasn’t too warm, but it wasn’t so cold that shedding the robe was a shock to your skin.

The warm hands that followed behind sent more of a shiver through your skin than the air. His touch was always so exacting, so gentle. Jinbei was one of maybe two fishmen who worked at the club, and he stood a good sight taller than most. Despite his size and strength, there was no one else who could do what he could do.

At least, not as far as you were concerned.

Helping you up onto the table, you lay down on your stomach. The soft plush of the bench lets you sink into it, and the squishy ring lets you put your face down without having to lay your head off to the side.

“Is there any place you don’t want me to work on, young man?” He asks, setting up who knew what beside the table. You were always too relaxed to bother looking to see what it was, but the soft clink of glass was soothing.

“I am in your care, my love.” You coo happily, letting his warm chuckle roll over your back.

“Then I shall do my best, my sweet reef.” He says, putting aside his usual work tone, and shifting into something more informal. Sometimes when you sought him out at the club you liked to pretend you were client and host, but today you wanted more of him.

Oiled hands moved easily against your back, Jinbei pressing into your muscles with skilled movements. Exacting pressure from each finger, tender care in the way the heel of his hand moved against you. Tension melted from you as though he was stripping it physically away from your body.

Once the tension was gone his hands shifted in their actions and pleasure danced against your skin. He knew all the sweetest lines of your body, hands moving skillfully over scars accidental and intentional both. Soon you’re panting, body and fingers twitching as Jinbei plays you like a fiddle.

At the sound of your heavy breaths, he pushes a finger against your ass. Gasping and moaning you don’t move away from the action, and don’t ask him to slow or stop, so he uses proper lube and starts to slowly stretch you open.

“’Inbei,” you murmur. “Jinbei, I’mma-.” You moan as his finger sinks deep. “Cum, I’mma cum, if you… keep doing that!”

“A sweet pleasure for me then,” he hums, unrelenting. “As you are in my care, yes?”

You nod. Your hands are on the pillow ring, and you’re back’s arching with each delicious movement. “Yes, yes!”

He leans down, catching your gaze off to the side, as one thick finger becomes two. You can see the pleased smile on his face as your jaw goes slack, the sweet stretch driving you even closer to the edge. There’s no slowing your rush to the edge, and Jinbei pushes you over it easily. Soft shivering whispers of thanks tumble from your lips as your body shudders in orgasm.

“Tonight,” he begins as you sink back onto the bench, flushed and breathing deep. “I thought I’d give you a deep tissue massage.” He stands before your hazy gaze and pulls his own thin rob off, letting both, slightly intimidating cocks, twitch and bob before you. “Perhaps, something fulfilling, my dearest coral?”

You nod, feeling the bench adjust to spread your legs on your behalf. Coral Reef - Jinbei called you some variant of this most often. Reefs are places of safety, and coral reefs are beautiful, and thus did he refer to you. Though not often with others around. Not out of embarrassment you were sure, but the words were intimate and meant only for the two of you.

“B-Both,” you murmur as you feel his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Please.”

“Certainly. I’ll go slow, let me know if I need to stop.” He says the words soothingly. “You won’t disappoint me, you understand?”

You nod. “I do.”

Jinbei’s hands kneaded your legs and ass again, helping you relax as more lube was applied to you and him. The sweet pressure was welcome, the stretch was incredible. There was no one else who fit you so well, no one else who could relax you, ruin you, comfort you, and encompass you inside and out like Jinbei.

His hands were on either side of your shoulders, holding onto the bench as he slowly worked his way into you. You came a second time, suddenly and unexpectedly. He froze when you cried out, and eased up only a little as your surprise turned into shivering pleasure.

“I seem to have teased you a little too much tonight,” he muses pushing in the rest of the way with care and delighting in the sweet sigh that drips from your lips.

“You’re always such a good boy for me.” He praises. “But make sure you tell me when it’s too much.” He forewarns, his grip on the bench tightening as he leans his weight into you, sinking in even deeper.

“A proper deep tissue massage can get a little rough.”

[aceghosts]

Get Lost In the Moment

Rating: E (Minors, DO NOT INTERACT!)

Kinktober Prompt: Thigh Riding/Risky Places

Pairing: Rooney Shepard x Yorinobu Arasaka

Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu enjoy a quiet moment to themselves at a party. Yorinobu decides to cause a little trouble. Set before the events of CP2077. 

Title comes from the Blanks’ Lost In the Moment. 

Word Count: 1,223 words. 

Warnings: Less explicit smut than my last entry, but still minors don’t interact. Otherwise, I don’t think there are any other warnings.  

Stepping into the empty room, Rooney sighs in relief. The Kimura’s private library is the perfect place to hide away from all the chatter and noise of the party.  The dim, amber lighting and the quiet books were the perfect companions. Rooney was not a fan of large parties; they preferred more intimate gatherings. Yet, they did not mind attending this gathering, especially when it meant spending time with Yorinobu. But tonight…tonight was a lot, and Rooney desperately needs a break. They make their way over to the edge of the room, to the window, spanning the entire wall. Placing their wine glass on the end table, Rooney leans against the window, crossing their arms over their chest as they gaze over the gorgeous garden. Their mind dwells over the night so far. A few guests had loose lips, providing Rooney with some intel, but it wasn’t good news. Yorinobu would need to rethink a few of his plans. Maybe, he could-.

“As I expected,” a familiar voice teases, “I only needed to find a quiet corner where you could brood.”

“I’m not brooding,” They snap a tad too harshly as Yorinobu approaches, wincing a second later, “Sorry, a little overwhelmed.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks, placing his glass down beside theirs before coming to lean on the window, standing across from them.

“No, I feel better in a few minutes, and then I’ll get back to-.”

“Take as long as you need. I did not invite you only to gather intelligence.” A warm feeling blooms in their chest, a slight flush on their cheeks. Rooney knows he didn’t invite them solely for his plans; Yorinobu enjoyed their company, and Rooney enjoyed his. “I will leave-.”

“Stay,” They suggest, looking back out the window.

Out of the corner of their eye, Yorinobu nods, seemingly pleased. A comfortable silence falls between the two, Rooney mulling over the changing nature of their relationship with Yorinobu. What had started as a simple alliance between two lonely souls had become more, so much more. The corner of Rooney’s mouth twitches upward at the thought of their past self hearing this. Their past self would have insisted that there was no way that would happen, that they would have fallen for someone like Yorinobu. “What are you thinking?”

“About us,” Rooney admits, preferring honesty with Yorinobu.

“Care to elaborate?” Yorinobu asks, voice tinged with curiosity. He inches closer to them, invading their space. Rooney hated it when most people invaded their space, but they never minded Yorinobu.

 “I was thinking about how much things have changed, how my past self would feel about this. There would have been a lot of denial.”

“My past self would feel the same. We did not have the best start.” Rooney snorts, uncrossing their arms. That was an understatement. “Do you have any reservations?”

“About?”

“Us.” He seems so self-assured, but Rooney catches a glimpse of worry in his brown eyes.

“No.” Rooney never did anything in half-measure; it was all or nothing. “I’m where I want to be, with a man I want to be with. I’m here for as long as I can be.” When it came time for Rooney to return to the military, the pair could cross that bridge together.

“Good,” Yorinobu cups their face with his hands, “I want you too.” He kisses them, a gentle, reassuring one. They grip the lapels of his expensive maroon suit jacket, Yorinobu pressing himself closer. His presence is soothing, a calming warmth washing over them. His familiar cologne invades their senses, woody with hints of cedar and nutmeg.    

Yorinobu’s knee nudges their legs, begging to be between Rooney’s legs. He nudges again, Rooney opening their legs. Yorinobu slots his leg between their legs, flush against Rooney. A soft hum escapes them at the sensation of his leg, especially against their heat. Unfortunately, it’s too late for Rooney to understand what he is up to until he rubs his thigh against them. Rooney gasps in surprise, releasing his jacket. Placing their palms against Yorinobu’s chest, they hiss his name, “Yorinobu!”

“Yes?” His tone sounds so innocent, brown eyes so sweet, until he rubs his thigh against them again. They attempt to stifle a whimper that squeaks out.

“We are in-,” Rooney glances around the quiet library, “someone else’s home. Anyone could walk in at any moment.” Was the library empty? Yes. Would that stop anyone from walking in at any moment? No.

“If someone comes in, they will leave when they see us. They will also be looking for somewhere private,” Yorinobu grins wickedly, “Now, you have an incentive to be quiet.” Rooney rolls their eyes, unamused, as he still grins. Yet, a small part of Rooney wants to ride Yorinobu’s thigh until they come. An even smaller part of Rooney wanted to do more to him in this room, despite the risk.

He lets go of their face as Rooney wraps their arms around his neck. They drag themself against his thigh, sparks of pleasure shooting up their spine. Biting down on their lip, Rooney meets his eyes as they attempt to stay quiet. His hands come to their hips, helping Rooney further up on his thigh. As they slowly start to ride his thigh, Yorinobu’s fingers dig into their soft flesh, like he is holding on for dear life.

The friction between their black dress pants and Yorinobu’s thigh is too good. They ride him, heat building within them. Rooney knows they're going to burst at some point. A moan threatens to spill out of them, Yorinobu capturing their lips in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “Shepard,” He moans softly into the kiss, his eyes flicking to their reflection in the glass before back to Rooney, “Look at you.”

In the window’s reflection, Rooney catches sight of themself, face bright red and blue eyes glassy with lust, lips slightly swollen from Yorinobu’s kisses. Rooney doesn’t care, only rubbing themself slowly against his thigh, burying their face in his chest. Yorinobu attempts to bite down on his own moan, the rumble in his chest driving Rooney wild.

The two lose themselves in the private moment, unaware of the world around them. Rooney starts to feel like they might burst with pleasure as Yorinobu hits the right spot, a needy whimper escaping from them. He smirks as Rooney trembles, nearing their edge. Yorinobu continues to tease, bringing Rooney right to the edge and over it. As they come against his thigh, Yorinobu captures their mewl with a kiss. Rooney shakes with pleasure, feeling like they’re floating.

Pulling away a few seconds later, Rooney swallows thickly, “That-That was…”

“Amazing,” He kisses them gently again, teasing, “the word you are looking for is amazing.”

“Very funny,” Rooney replies, deadpan. In the throes of their pleasure, they completely forgot about Yorinobu. “Yorinobu, is there anything-?”

“No,” He shakes his head, before his eyes wander up and down their body, “I can take care of myself later.”

“If you need anything,” they tease him, biting their lip, “know I’m available to help.”

Yorinobu inhales sharply, a war seemingly waging within him. “Come on,” Yorinobu lets go of them, before taking their hand, “We are leaving; I need your assistance with a private matter.” Rooney laughs, excited for the moment to come.    

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[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Accidental Confession

Day 5 for OPKisstober: Kid/Killer

There was a lot that Killer expected Kid to say after their escape from the Udon Labour Camp. He expected the rage—at Kaido, at Queen, at Orochi, at Apoo—, he expected the growled curses, shattered rocks, assurances that he would make everyone pay for what happened to them.

He did not, however, expect this.

“—and then he starts competing with me! Can you believe this guy? He’s so fucked in the head, I fucking swear!”

“Fwa fwa fwa! Are you sure you didn’t start it, Kid?” Killer asked, rising an eyebrow.

“Hah?! Excuse me? You think I’m a fucking kid?” Kid snapped back immediately. Unwittingly proving Killer’s point. 

Killer simply shrugged, not saying either way, which only made Kid huff in annoyance before he continued.

“I’m not on Straw Hat’s fucking level, alright? God.” He paused running his hands through his hair in frustration. “He’s the brat here! Sure, it was fun riling him up and competing with him but I’m not that childish or stupid!”

Holding his breath for a second, Killer waited whether Kid would realise what he had just said… but when no defensive grumbling followed, Killer slowly opened his mouth. “I’m glad you made a new friend, Kid. Fwa fwa fwa fwa!!”

The way Kid immediately whipped around, staring at Killer with wide, bulging eyes, and an open mouth… it would make Killer burst out laughing even without the cursed Smile fruit forcing him to. And with them being all alone in the desert, not a single living soul in sight… Killer didn’t even bother to fighting it.

The longer he laughed, the redder Kid’s face became as the embarrassment from his accidental confession settled in… and that only made Killer laugh harder.

“Stop laughing, you asshole! He’s not my friend!” Kid insisted, but he refused to look Killer in the eyes.

Shaking his head, Killer walked over to his captain—his best friend, his boyfriend, his lover—, grabbing his right hand; he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the scarred knuckles.

Kid shot him a glare but didn’t complain, so Killer stepped even closer, pulling Kid into a proper kiss; as their lips moulded together for the first time in weeks, the touch clumsy and desperate and full of words that were left unspoken, Killer felt peace for the first time since the day Hawkins and Apoo arrived in the Kid Pirates’ base.

He was sure Kid felt the same way.

Even though he’d apparently had a grand time full of fun with his new friend while in prison.

[ Masterpost | Series on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

[riddlertrophy]

robert eggers please just recast lily rose depp with someone who can act robert please i'll do anything robert you can't fuck this up robert it's nosferatu robert you can't robert robert. robert.

[sam-stevens-writes]

On friendship

Someone today said that they don't believe friendships change. That they've never had a friendship become distant or fizzle out. That you were never truly friends to start with if it happens.

I disagree.

I'm no longer friends with the first person I called when my parents were getting divorced, but that doesn't mean she wasn't there for me during some of the worst times in my life.

I'm still close with my best friend from when I was 8 years old. We drifted a bit in high school, finding other friends and other interests, but we grew back together with no love lost.

My best friend moved away when I was 7. We stayed close for many years, but messages between us grew further apart as time went on and it's been years since we last saw each other. When we do meet, we get on like no time has passed, but the distance in between is only filled by two "happy birthday" texts.

Another friend moved when I was fifteen. For years we were as thick as thieves, missing each other like a limb, then suddenly there was nothing. There's the occasional text, a reaction to something posted publicly or a holiday wish, but nothing more. I still miss her sometimes, but sometimes it's how things are.

My two best friends have only known me for 18 months. People think it's been years, that we knew each other when we were running around playgrounds and skinning our knees on gravel.

Friendship grows and changes. It ends and stretches over time and space and snaps and breaks. It doesn't fit into a box. Friends grow apart, sometimes slowly, sometimes so quickly, you don't have time to breathe before it happens. Maybe you come back together. Maybe the whole thing fades into a memory. Maybe you find yourself in the car years later, singing along to Noah Kahan and imagining her smile.

I think it's naive to expect your friendships to stay the same, to treat them like plastic plants that will never change, grow or die. But maybe it's not naivety.

Maybe it's hope.

[tonycries]

SECOND masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 02/10/24 up until now — for my earlier works check out on my FIRST MASTERLIST <3

👻 = from my Kinktober!

MONSTA! 👻

WILD WILD WILD 👻

Bad Bad Boy 👻

PONY 👻

Girl, I'm Into It! 👻

KNOTTY GIRL! 👻

NNN

Madam.

BUTTER

FEVER FEVER FEVER

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

Animals — Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fúcking anímal when he r��ts. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alíve. 👻

Corpse Groom — Till déath do you part…or does it when a déathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the gráve? 👻

The Initiation — From now onwards, you’re the madam of the Gojo clan - and your clan leader husband is going to prove it to everyone.

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

Love Thy D!LF — Yes, your neighbor is a hot, pérvy D!LF. Yes, he’s a total tease. No, you don’t think your poor new bed frame is going to stay in one piece…

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

SCREEN QUEEN! — To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

My Oh My — Trick or treat! The mean ínmate in Room 6/9 doesn’t want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter. 👻

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!” god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a step closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”

[the-cimmerians]

It's 2024. I have been participating in fandom for 40 years. This is a ramble commemorating some history I've experienced along the way.

In 1984, I attended my first convention, and made a beeline for the one long row of covered tables in the Dealer's Room that was, according to the whispered lore of my friends, 'the one'. "um", I said, very suavely and coherently, except for how it was totally the opposite of those things, "I'm here for the... for the, uh. For-"

"Come around here," the man behind the table said with exhausted ennui, so I went around, and he lifted up the table skirt next to him and pointed to rows and rows of boxes underneath the line of tables. "It's all under here."

It was all under there. Along with about five older ladies with glasses, graying hair, cardigans. Flipping through slash zines and chatting in whispered voices like old friends (which of course they were). I noticed one of them had the good sense to be wearing kneepads. I was still too young and ablebodied to need kneepads when crawling on a carpeted floor, but I immediately found her preparedness skills to be both impressive and hot. "You're new," one of the ladies whispered to me--a bit warily, which made sense. "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

In the faint light (the kneepads lady had also come prepared with a flashlight, additional practicality hotness points for her) I grabbed a comb-bound book with a heavy line art piece on the cover, featuring a musclebound Captain Kirk getting righteously and enthusiastically plowed by a stern-yet-ebullient Spock. "This," I said, pointing helpfully at the cover, like I was trying to make myself understood in a language I had only the vaguest knowledge of. "I'm here for this."

Outside at the convention, most of the attendees were wearing large homemade circular pins that shrieked 'K/S is BS!!!'1. But underneath the table, we reveled in the forbidden.

***

In 1985, I fell very hard for Starsky & Hutch fandom. Which was simply referred to at the time as 'the other fandom', because there were only two. We were upstarts. Many fannish elders predicted that it was just a phase.

***

The 'circulating library' was a massive stack of barely-legible pages that smelled strongly of mimeograph ink. When you were on the list, you would write stories while you waited for your turn, and when the big box was mailed to you, you would read everything (new finds, old favorites), add your own sloppily-typed or hastily-mimeographed stories, and then mail the whole thing to the next person. For me, at the time, it was an extremely expensive indulgence--but my favorite one.

***

By 1990, slash fandom had grown enough that I no longer knew everyone in it, which was both thrilling and a bit daunting. A young woman at a convention waited for me after a panel I was part of (I think it was 'writing impactful smut' or something like that), and said she had a question she didn't want to ask in a group setting. I'd heard that before. I said that's fine, go ahead and ask; and she came out with: "Why do you have to be gay?"

I blinked. "Is... that a problem?"

She looked annoyed. "Yes, because your stories are on all the recommendation lists and in all the top zines, but if you're gay and I read something you wrote and I get hot from it that makes me gay, and I'm not gay."

"Wow." I grinned, I couldn't help it. It probably made me look very predatory-dyke-about-to-score-a-toaster. Whatever, it was enough to make her back away from me fast.

When I thought about it later that night, I wondered what it would be like not to be the only queer person in slash fandom.

***

By 1997, slash started appearing on the internet. Many fannish elders claimed it was the death knell of slash fandom, or dismissed it as 'just a phase'.

***

Anyway, I wrote all this for myself as a commemoration of sorts, but if you took the time to read it--thank you. Love you, fandom. I always will.

1 In those days, m/m fandom was known as 'slash', which grew from the fannish shorthand where 'K&S' meant a story of Kirk and Spock having adventures or tribulations or what have you, and 'K/S' meant a story of Kirk and Spock getting it on (Kirk divided by Spock or Spock into Kirk--it was mathy fannish humor and I was into it then and I still am now). Slash was decidedly unpopular in the fannish world in 1984, and there was a concerted effort to force slash authors, artists, and fans out of 'mainstream' fannish public life. Hence, under the table.

[tinyspectre]

Cradle-to-Cradle: Reflection So excited to post my very first piece for Invisobang 2024! Big shout out to my author WillaKK for writing a story that mixes two of my favorite things together (Danny Phantom and vampires!) and fellow artist EyesofCrows who inspired and challenged me to do a pixel art piece for this event. I had so much fun working on this with them and hope you all check the story out!

You can read the first chapter on Willa's page here

And you can read the full story here on AO3, which will feature both Eyes' and my pixel illustrations for some of the chapters!