#idk i'm just yappin
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
#would explain buck’s bank account#^prev#tommy: i’m working at the wrong station (OH MY GOD IT’S SLUTTY EGGS GUY’S KITCHEN be cool be cool be SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL—)#buck was making good monetization money before but now he’s got that headless shirtless oiled-up hunk dividend??#tommy ‘i don’t [have daddy issues]’ kinard is definitely his sugar baby#bucktommy (@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat)
These tags are great because--although I don't know if I could mesh it with this au--I've already been drowning myself in trope subversion sugar baby!Tommy Kinard thoughts for like two weeks now, lol.
It just works! Buck's got all this mysterious expendable income and no one can figure out if he's a trust fund kid or constantly living on the edge of total financial ruin (or both simultaneously). But all that doesn't matter at the moment because he's got this smoke-show boyfriend who's committed to him romantically and is so mature, and capable, and seemingly got all his shit together. And Buck, well Buck's always liked to show off; so it doesn't take much for him to start stocking his fridge with the hoppy IPAs Tommy prefers, and showing up to their morning dates with his perfected coffee order (he never lets Tommy pay him back) and a bag full of pastries from the bougie Portuguese bakery Tommy usually reserves for special occasions.
Of course there's Buck’s penchant for the rich Italian cuisine Bobby taught him to cook and suddenly Tommy's starting to feel all of Buck's extra attention around his midsection, specifically. So they have to have the conversation that goes something like:
Tommy, testing the waters--"If you don't put the breaks on I'm going to start thinking you're fattening me up on purpose."
Buck looking at him with wide, glossy eyes and a pink-cheeked smile, like--“And that’s a bad thing?”
But he gets it, with Tommy staying in shape is about more than just looking good. So then Buck switches his tactics, the pastries go back to being a special occasion thing, and instead he sets out to become proficient in a whole new set of culinary arts, experimenting with lighter cuisines (mediterranean, middle eastern, various east asian dishes) and dragging Tommy to farmers markets in a burrow Tommy would normally never venture into in fear that they'd smell the trailer park kid on him from miles away. Now, Buck's fridge is filled with the kombucha Tommy likes but wont buy himself and bushels of organic greens from farm-to-table initiatives so he can make Tommy his green juice in the morning.
And it's all a lot for Tommy who's spent most of his childhood, and a significant part of his adult life, safeguarding himself from people who doled out attention for entirely the wrong reasons, the same ones who always ended up being trouble if they felt like you owed them something. Tommy just ends up doubling down in the form of acts of service and their whole dynamic gets thrown off the rails for a bit with their competing levels of intensity: Buck not understanding why Tommy can't just accept nice things, and Tommy not understanding why Buck might want to give him a gift without expecting Tommy to like, vacuum his apartment in return.
When it finally comes up, Buck is simply reiterates--"I want you to feel comfortable here."
And Tommy's like-- "Comfortable? If you keep doing this I'm never going to leave.”
“Maybe that's what I'm going for," Buck replies with more hesitancy that Tommy expects after all that peacocking.
So Tommy just takes Buck's hand in his own and assures him, "You know you don't have to buy me things to get me to stay right? You're enough, Evan."
Buck squeezes it back and assures-- "And you don't have to do things for me to be allowed to stay."
Anyway, in my head it all culminates in Buck getting to be a good boy for his daddy, and Tommy learning to let his boy take care of him (and also Buck responds better to words of affirmation anyhow..)
tl;dr they both have daddy issues and they heal each other through gift giving and acts of service and lots of nasty sex and praise 😌
One of my favourites headcannons the fandom seems to share is that during the cruise ship rescue Buck recognizes Tommy from a sexy firefighter calendar he featured in while still at the 118 and that it's partially responsible for Buck developing such a strong interest in Tommy so quickly.
But, I find it equally funny to imagine Buck having one of those tiktok accounts where ripped men post borderlind pornographic videos of themselves finger blasting oiled up chiken or whatever while they craft a meal that looks like it belongs on the menu of a three Michelin star restaurant--tight apron, no shirt, good lighting, horny camera work, whatever tiktok song is trending in the background--the whole nine yards. (I'm imagining something along the lines of this guy's videos).
And the whole time poor Tommy’s trying to keep them all in one piece while flying head first into a hurricane, in his head there's just a mantra of: "is that the guy who makes the slutty eggs? Is that the guy who makes the slutty eggs? Is that the guy--"
(As it turns out Buck is indeed that guy)
Now there's an extra bit at the end of all his videos where Buck sets the plate down infront of a headless hunk seated at his kitchen island who makes a lot of appreciative moaning noises while he devours whatever Buck just prepared for him.
230 notes
·
View notes
Text
and you know what. i also kind of like the humanity of constellation's negative reaction to you if you're honest about being starborn. of course people like barrett and matteo are more fascinated than anything, but the rest of them? sarah, sam, andreja? they are downright unsettled by you. at best. andreja directly implies that she can't think of you as a person, her tone bordering on disgust. sarah doesn't want to get close to you and definitely doesn't trust you, not at first; she only comes along with you to witness and contribute to the action firsthand. sam has kind of a middle of the road reaction but in general is still pretty skeptical of you. even barrett, despite being open and friendly and genuinely excited to know you, clearly sees you as more of a specimen than anything else. it's a form of othering either way - literal alienation, coming from all of them. it doesn't feel good, and it's not supposed to. they don't react to you the way you'd expect a main faction to react to a player. they react to you like people. scared, confused people. people who probably thought themselves more open minded than this, but only because they'd never been face to face with a revelation as massive as the starborn. they never thought they would be. and they definitely didn't think their next discovery would be anything like this. whether it's intentional or not, i think it conveys something important about constellation as a whole: they were never ready. not for the power of the artifacts, the unity, any of it. yourself included. not just as humans, but as people. they've been in over their heads from the very beginning, before vectera even. it's a classic case of humans believing they can handle higher knowledge and power, then realizing too late that they were wrong. when the starborn first intervene (if you've feigned humanity), there are lots of second thoughts - though notably, none of them like it if you voice them. but hey, sunk cost fallacy - how could we stop now? besides, better we have the artifacts than the starborn, right? we can't stop now. we can't. we're strong enough for this. we have to be. we said we were, we thought we were, we have to be. then, when faced with you, their answer, their reward for all the searching... they can't accept it. the notion of the multiverse, the thought that there are other sarahs and andrejas out there, it's all just too much. they can't accept you because you are living proof that they aren't ready for the answers they've been looking for, contradicting the unshakable ambition and confidence that drove them all down this path in the first place. and they can't really bear to acknowledge this either, so it manifests as alienation of the one who's making them question themselves - you.
and that is mind-numbingly human of them.
#long post#starfield philosophy#does this count as philosophy. idk i'm just yappin#i do NOT play about the concept of personhood being separate from humanity#also it should go without saying that this is speculative. they don't say this in the game it's just the impression i get#ALSO also i am not characterizing constellation as bad people here AT ALL. i am calling them human and flawed which we all are#starfield
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
there are a few readers who catch up on tessellate a few days out of every couple of months and i just wanted to say i genuinely appreciate it so much. just the concept alone of returning to the story makes me feel like i'm doing something right. anyways thank you so so much (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡
#whirlwind of emotions these last few days but this one is extra special#since i'm yappin i might as well continue: updating biweekly starting tomorrow#white rabbit in maybe about two months which is freaking me tf out#i actually have to go back and update a few of em because within that time i tweaked their adult selves so much that they look a little off#also need to do something about that damn high school#might make a seperate copy of copperdale high but as like a set instead of an actual high school#idk it's just so slow and there's about less than five pieces of cc in that build which is concerning#elderwisp speaks
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don't even joke bro!
But fr, that would actually be the best way to deal with Shadow's plot imo. And it would also explain why he wasn't there to help Sonic in movie 4, because he was too busy dealing with his own problems!
But my princess dream, that is most definitely not going to happen, is that the Shadow movie(I hope it ends up being a movie instead of a series) will actually star Silver along side Shadow and they both end up working together throughout the movie, or at the very least at the tail end of it. And before anyone laughs at me, remember that Shadow and Silver did work together before, just the two of them, in 06 when they went back to the past to seal Iblis and Mephiles together, so it's not like I'm making up a new scenario or anything.
I imagine that would actually be ideal bc if they were to make a Sonic 5, then they wouldn't need to introduce Silver's character, because he would've already been introduced in Shadow's movie.
And I imagine, from a storytelling perspective, it would be pretty sweet for the writers not having to waste precious time from the movie having to explain what Silver's whole deal is.
Idk lmao
Another insane crackshit theory/prediction
Y’all are free to collectively bully me if I’m wrong

So this credit scenes in sonic movie 3-
Hear me out, what if Shadow doesn’t show up at all in Sonic 4 until the postcredits scene? I imagine that his solo movie/show/whenever the hell they’re doing would happen simultaneously with Sonic 4 with neither of the stories crossing. Imagine if scene was Shadow showing up all like “ok what did I missed?” While the others where celebrating their victory. And everyone is so surprised and happy because omg that hoe is actually alive, and they go “Oh buddy, you got no idea…” and the camera pans away while sonic and company are giving him a sumery of what just happened…
AND THEN IN THE BACKGROUND-
“I finally found it… the iblis trigger”
AND BANG CLIFFHANGER
But also i’d be extremely funny if it was a readhearing and they made the audience believe that he’s after sonic a good portion of the beginning of sonic 5, and maybe sonic after 4 movies has his ego at an all time high and tried to pick a fight with Silver- just for him to completely ignore him and go for Knuckles ass since…
And then even funnier if halfway through the movie then Silver got “convinced that someone” (wink) that sonic WAS the actual iblis trigger and just when they got a plan BANG, now he’s after sonic instead of knuckles and he’s like “dude wtf make up your mind am I your enemy or no”
Maybe this could be a good way to streamline the Sonic 06 story- just three perspectives. Sonic team, Shadow dealing with mephiles, and Silver with mephiles- which they’d be antagonists so it’s more like 2.5 plots
Or maybe not
Maybe not
But I can dream
52 notes
·
View notes
Text


POSSYNERI RAHHHHHHH
and there's even more that i haven't posted yet BUT YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S GONNA BE QUEUED
before anyone asks i swear i am perfectly sane i just live vicariously through them they are my roman empire and i love them
#art#artists on tumblr#epic the musical#epic fanart#epic poseidon#poseidon#nerites#possyneri#poseidon x nerites#i just saw a possyody tag while typing the previous one in#idk how to feel about that#i mean it's ancient greece nothing is off the table and like#whatever you like ig?#but me personally no thanks i appreciate possyneri odydio odypoli and odypen#i will not specify how those ody ships work together because i have way too many ''different ending'' things#oh boy i'm yappin again#i'll stop now
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
When I see anime Kusuke I go "hehe there goes a silly guy" but when I see manga Kusuke I'm like "EW get that thang away from me"
#I think it's something about the hair#it looks so much more lank and greasy in the manga#his expression too#idk manga Kusuke just gives off 1000% more sleazy vibes asdaskj#idk which one I prefer#like is it better for him to look silly and cute or vaguely repulsive#when I draw him he ends up looking more like manga Kusuke I think#silly#don't take this post seriously btw I'm just yappin
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
What floor of the tower are you on?
In strive?? I was put in 6 when I did the evaluation match, but I've gotten up to 8 since then
#I really haven't played a lot of strive yet- mostly just silly matches with friends#is floor 8... good? bad? average? idk#thanks for the ask? not sure where that came from but I'm happy to answer!#yappin'
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay but now I'm genuinely thinking about Buzzcut Byers and "the line "If this kid had a buzzcut, could it be Lonnie's kid?" "I mean, could've been"
#idk what this means i'm just yappin as one of my mutuals says#stranger things#buzzcut byers#will byers
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
ik it's an art trade wip but i have a question below the cut
do the ruffles on the skirt make sense???
#like not the ruffles themselves bc i'll fix that later when i do the actual lineart#but the directions of the ruffles & their folds#bc i feel that the direction looks wrong but idk how i'd fix it#idk i'm just yappin' to get this out of my chest but like maybe some help is appeciated??#since i'm doing quite a lot of ruffles for this piece—#wip#just random doodles#the meaningful jargon
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
sometimes i read back my writing and i'm like "damn do i make them cry too much???" especially when i write men... but then i toss the scene around in my head a bit and i'm like "NO-- FUCK YOU. FUCK OFF." and beat the patriarchy and toxic masculinity creature in my brain to a pulp. the point is, i love boys who cry. i would die for boys who cry. and i will continue to write them as a result. there's absolutely nothing weak, emasculating, or pathetic about expressing emotion and i genuinely think that carries on out into other emotions as well. let your blorbos be upset and happy and smitten and full of laughter and bubbly and remember that even stoic characters deserve to show these emotions at times too. they're allowed to be vulnerable and it's honestly lazy writing to not have them show those emotions. give them a person, give them a safe place and a time, and let them breakdown or let loose a little. it's okay.
#idk i'm just having thoughts about my fic#i worry it's too much but for a 140k words (so far) and being more than just sebastian i think it's fine#i also think the when and why is very important#they're not just sad tears. they're happy tears and relieved tears and scared tears and so much more#sometimes they even come from repressed emotion and i think that's important too#there's variety and that's what matters i suppose#i'm running away now lol that's enough yappin#i have hw to do...#benji writes fanfic#baby seasons change but people don't
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
So, weird thing just happened.
I had a headache (and ignored it) for so long that it seems to have eaten itself/been absorbed back into my head??? wth
#perhaps that is just some funny wording for it having resolved itself#but I'm just surprised bc i have been staring at a screen for probably hours now so you would think it would have gotten worse#or maybe it just gotten more advanced#maybe i have awoken the Singularity#the karp stands up#idk if i am using my references right#i don't think it's worth bothering my ex from years ago about#weird posts#Rachel bein weird as per#bla bla bla#yappin#yapping
0 notes
Text
kinda got over my writers block but i'm still ??? 😔
but i am getting caught up with some recent bls, i only have a few more ep's of we are to catch up on, so i desperately hope i can write some pond/phu bc i miss them sO MUCH!🥹 also getting caught up on mlmu thai ver! seeing g4 again is so nice (hoping, too... i can write something for them...🙏)
but i have been considering rewatching futs/nlmg...! i know they're kinda dead "fandoms" or whatever (i hate that bl dramas become dead so quickly after airing 💔) but i really do miss pondphu and i've had a few vague nlmg ideas in my head for a while, so... if you guys would like to see that i'd definitely get my rewatch goin!
i've also been watching some recent jp dramas that have come out too! the sunspot drama has been makin me kick my feet and yell into my pillow fr 😭
(also 3.0 or whatever, i do get the requests you guys send!! i just keep them in my inbox for future reference 🥹💜)
#eri yaps#yeah i'm just yappin...#also if anyone has any recs feel free to send an ask and lmk!#i try to keep up w dramas as they air but sometimes they get lost on me lol#oh i am watching the new fort/peat too but i am also behind on it#kinda got mixed feelings idk if its the acting or bc it's something m*me wrote LMFAOO#but yeah... yap yap yap....
0 notes
Text
It does sometimes feel like some sort of shell was discarded, though for me when I have to act like I used to I basically have to pretend to be something I'm not anymore. I'm not capable of the same things that boy used to be. I'm happier, but I'm not as strong as him.
Hey this is kinda out there but does anyone else feel like they kinda died sometime after transition and they're somehow a different person now?
Just wondering.
181 notes
·
View notes
Text







Parasitic worm pretends to be your valentine so you don't notice that they're the reason you have 24 days left to live
Wormton AU fic is 190k words now! : )
Nothing crazy new plot wise, more bonding and found family stuff. Obligatory fluff after how much these guys had to go through. I like describing all the sounds he makes when isn't trying to suppress them; chirps, warbles, trills, chirrs, chitters, screeches, snarls, and that weird computer whirring sound he makes that may or may not have the same connotations as purring (sorry I couldn't resist)
I'm excited to go through revisions! It's been so long since I wrote some of this stuff that I don't remember the fine details, so it's genuinely fun for me to read through. Also, I had fun making disguised wormton seem as cursed as possible without actually describing his real form until post-reveal. Blue was probably the only one who didn't think he was some deranged serial killer at first sight, which, fair enough. I was kind of worried about a few very minor original characters I added not being accepted, but then I remembered that Trashy the trash can probably has more speaking lines than any one of them and it probably isn't that big of a deal. I hope you enjoy the one chapter with these three kids putting their LPS animal dolls through the most traumatizing, heart-wrenching, dark story as we all did as children (I promise it's plot relevant and contains symbolism).
Drew some non-canon wormton stuff for Valentine’s Day. I mean, I don't know how you would send a valentine to an elusive homeless man with no official documentation of his existence. The asexually reproducing computer worm guy can't feel anything romantic, but he would love to take advantage of you—gladly accept your lovely gifts. Bro’s just teasing haha he would never inject parasitic worm larvae into your abdomen just don't go to the doctor in the next 24 days please he definitely loves you and not the worms hypothetically eating your organs
“worm.vbs” is a reference to the file type used by the ILOVEYOU worm and other old malware. I only know this because I realized that one of the official spamton valentines from last year contains its exact file name “LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU.TXT.vbs”. sharing this trivia because it was like the one reference in those valentines that I didn't see anyone mention back then and because it makes me feel smart
Food for thought:
Honestly, he'd be pretty scary if it weren't for his justified fear of the antivirus forces. Malworm safety is all about avoiding disembodied voices trying to lure you into alleys, so the fact that you can physically see his relatively humanoid disguised form would make him seem dangerously trustworthy. I was thinking about what would've happened if he would've gotten help from the person on the phone (probably gaster I guess? idk). He could've totally been like a cult leader manipulating people into willingly becoming hosts because it was honorable or whatever. And that could combine with the fact that their venom slightly influences the brain. And the followers would've thought he was simply dressing up as a malworm and his fall from grace would've been when they realized he was just a malworm in disguise infecting them and prolonging the invasion. I prefer what I have now; lonely hypothetically-murderous wormton is a lot more redeemable than very-murderous cult leader wormton would be. The addisons, or anyone really, would want nothing to do with him. Fun to think about! And only to think about; I'd rather focus on the version I have now.


See you next time at the big 200k 👀 chapter 3 might actually come out before my multi-book-length spamton fanfiction but don't worry I would never abandon my favorite freak of nature
yappin complete B)
#wormton au#spamton#spamton fanart#deltarune#deltarune chapter 2#deltarune fanart#cheesycatz art posts#cheesycatz text posts#i fkucncking love the color pink yeahhhh
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 20)
Hello lovelies, and welcome back to Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics! It's been a while, and for that, I'm sorry. I've been (and still am) going through a bit of a depressive episode. November's typically a tough month for me for a couple of reasons, but it hit harder than usual this year. Still, I wanted to come back and bring you another installment of Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics, just in case anyone needs a little Sterek to get them by like I have.
Side note: I'm actually thinking of doing a some, like, "feature" posts where I rec a single fic at a time, regardless of whether or not I've already rec'd it through this series, and actually explain what I like about the fics. Give a little endorsement, if you will. As much as I love all of the fics I have recommended throughout this series, I definitely have some go-to staple fics that I re-read with far more frequency than others. I can think of at least 3 off of the top of my head right this second...
Idk. Would any of you be interested in that? I might do it no matter what, just to have something to engage my brain a bit, but I have also been nearly catatonic with brain fog and just a general exhaustion of life, so. We'll see.
Okay, enough of my yappin'!
As ever and always, thank you all so much for all of the love and support you've shown this series. It genuinely warms my heart when I get a notification for this series, and I appreciate you all so much. I hope you've all found some new favorites and/or got to dig back into an old favorite or two along the way. There won't be too many more parts, but I'm going to try to stretch this bitch out to 25 parts because it's a tasty number to my brain.
I hope you're all having a good day, if not a great one! Smoochies and squeezies, lovelies!
List and links to previous parts below the cut.
************************************************************************
DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.
************************************************************************
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Horror of Our Love by Melpomene (Aconitehart) (E | 1/1 | 4,941)
"I'm not wearing a muzzle," Derek snaps.
"Look, if you wear this then we're golden! There's no way you can bite through this, Deaton said so."
"Oh well, if Deaton says," Derek says snidely. It's a silly argument. Sure, Deaton is shady and enjoys bending the truth on occasion, but unless it's a complex assassination plan he wouldn't lie about this. Something that Stiles knows that Derek is aware of.
"There's really no reason for him to lie," Stiles points out. "What's your real problem with it?"
"It's demeaning," Derek says through gritted teeth.
"What? No! Lots of werewolves have to wear one of these," Stiles says, waving the muzzle around. The leather and clasps jingle.
Derek sneers at him. "Wolves who can't control themselves."
"Pot and kettle, buddy. Wait, wait," Stiles says hurriedly when Derek turns to leave, "let's just... let's try it, okay? Come on, have I steered us wrong before?"
-
In which Derek can't control himself while having sex with Stiles and needs to be muzzled.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Burial Rituals by aurevell (G | 1/1 | 4,989)
The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.
“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”
Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Devoured by Hedwig221b (E | 1/1 | 5,298)
Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.
He was the most beautiful being Stiles had ever seen. As was probably expected, considering he was the god of sexual desire.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Satisfaction Brought It Back by Snare (E | 1/1 | 7,223)
Derek doesn't know how nobody else seems to notice the large, ever-present bulge in Stiles' jeans. He can't help but be curious about it, he just - he just wants.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lay Me Out by Melpomene (Aconitehart) (E | 2/2 | 8,967)
"This is weird," Stiles tells him. His hands are still on Derek's chest. "Is this weird? Are you even sentient enough to think things are weird?"
Derek's tail wags back and forth, brushing against his calves and stirring up the fallen leaves. And the licking? It doesn't stop. Derek keeps at it, licking Stiles' cheeks, his forehead, that sensitive spot behind his ears. Stiles tries to twist away, much braver now that he hasn't been mauled, but there's no escape.
"Okay," Stiles croaks out. He pushes at Derek's shoulders, his chest. "Let me up, big guy, come on."
When Derek doesn't move, Stiles arches up, trying to wriggle free, but then he feels something wet and sticky against his stomach where his shirt has ridden up. He cranes his neck down and sees Derek's dick. It's distinctly non-human; red, with a tapered tip. Clear fluid drips from it.
"Oh holy god," he says, horrified and fascinated. "Is that - oh fuck."
-
In which Derek has sex with Stiles while in the Alpha form
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
to be with those I like by sheafrotherdon (E | 1/1 | 9,323)
It's Deaton who tells Derek that Stiles is back in town, a broken marriage behind him, his daughter in tow.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
How We Got Here by Areiton (E | 1/1 | 9,718)
Maybe if you fight the creatures of the night together like they did, if you bury enough friends and strangers and enemies, you don’t lose touch.
He thinks that’s why he and Derek are friends--because Derek understands his nightmares, understands the nights when he can’t talk, and the nights he can’t stand the dark.
OR: Against all odds and expectations, Stiles and Derek have become respectable adults ( WHY?) and friends.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by attackofthezee (noxlunate), noxlunate (T | 1/1 | 10,107)
“So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”
“You what?!”
“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“
“Stiles.”
“Hosting a parasite, harboring a fugitive-“
(Just a weird mpreg fic with Derek and Stiles totally kinda dating without realizing it, and Stiles figuring out this whole having a baby thing.)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(they say) this should feel something like fire by dallisons (E | 1/1 | 11,163)
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.
"Turn it off." The pack looked up, stunned into silence by the first words they'd heard from him in weeks.
Stiles stood, trembling - his knees weak. He tried to run and collapsed, his bad leg failing him once again. Derek caught him. "Turn it off," he said, his voice unmistakably a growl.
The water continued leaking from the loose faucet, and all Stiles heard was Erica's blood against the concrete. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of by Lissadiane (NR | 1/1 | 14,953)
It's a cold, snowy night and Stiles is halfway through his shift at the campus coffee shop when a tall, dark and handsome stranger walks in, one who seems unaware that he's being haunted by a wolf.
In which Stiles Stilinski sees the ghosts of animals with unfinished business, and Derek Hale is unaware that his dearly departed sister left a few things unfinished.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Untouchable by Hedwig221b (E | 1/1 | 17,128)
The day Stiles Stilinski entered the Berkeley campus was the day all the alphas went absolutely fucking nuts.
See, omegas were rare, even more than redheads. Got to be extremely fucking lucky to even see one in a lifetime. They were supposed to be these ethereal creatures of beauty and elegance, irresistible and blinding.
And Stiles Stilinski was exactly that.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Camaro '68 by ZainClaw (E | 1/1 | 17,707)
Derek huffs, arching one eyebrow. "I'm not a fugitive." "You look like a fugitive," Stiles insists, practically beaming. "Maybe you should start wearing cardigans."
In which Stiles is a hitchhiker and Derek a runaway whose paths cross at a gas station in the California desert.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit (T | 1/1 | 18,010)
“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.
--
Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Do You Wanna Date My Avatar? by Renmackree (T | 9/9 | 18,399)
Scott frowned, grabbing the game case and reading it out loud.
“Become the Hero you've always wanted to be. Battle monsters, witches, dragons, and all the mythical beasts of the World of Fantasy. Play as a Human, Elf, Dwarf and other special races included in the basic game. Stiles this so stupid. Who the hell would want to play as a Werewolf?” Scott threw the game back on the bed and leaned back in the chair.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We Only Get Better by Ninna_7 (T | 8/8 | 22,741)
Stiles doesn't call him these days. Not since he left Beacon Hills that last time. Not since Stiles left the FBI internship programme in favour of studying Forensic Psychology at NYU. Stiles has texted him a few times in the past, but he never called. Not anymore. Back then, however, whenever Derek received a call from Stiles or called Stiles in return, it was purely for survival's sake. So Derek doesn't know what to expect from this call. If he's being honest, he's scared of it.
x
Or: It's been years since Stiles and Derek last spoke, but a phone call from the human reconnects them. They have the chemistry, the history and the shared trauma. With time and each other, maybe they can have more.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
part-time soulmate, full-time problem by Renmackree (E | 1/1 | 27,111)
Stiles had seen it all in his five years of supernatural shenanigans, but never in his life would he have guessed returning to Derek's old stomping grounds in New York, especially under the guise of Derek's magical Mate.
It was going to be an exciting summer.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Light in the Woods series by DiscontentedWinter (5 works | G-M | 36,507)
1. The Lights in the Woods (T | 8/8 | 12,293) To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles. 2. The Gift of the Trees (T | 1/1 | 4,780) Stiles is everything that Derek ever wanted... almost. 3. Moonflower (G | 1/1 | 3,331) Stiles and Derek's son finds his magic. 4. The Path of the Wolf (G | 1/1 | 5,206) Faolán has to find his own path. 5. The Heart of the Wolf (M | 4/4 | 10,897) Etienne Argent is rescued by a strange young man in the woods.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis (E | 7/7 | 39,853)
Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.
It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?
“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.
“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.
Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.
Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.
Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Moon Gave Me Permission by Melpomene (Aconitehart) (E | 9/9 | 57,572)
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.”
This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real.
The Hale Family Fire and the suicide of Katherine Argent.
Stiles knows this case inside and out. He’s racked up thousands of karma points on reddit for his thoughtful analysis, his pictures of the crime scene, and of his reporting of local gossip. Beacon Hills is a small town, small enough that Stiles is the only one on the Unresolved Mysteries subreddit to have actually seen the burnt out shell in person.
He’ll tell anyone who listens what he finds fascinating about the case. Absolutely no shame. He’s read all of the articles, he’s pestered his father’s deputies for more information, and he’s read every cold case compilation book that so much as mentions it.
No one knows this case like Stiles does.
-
In which Derek Hale is a man with a dark past, and Stiles is completely obsessed with him.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (M | 9/9 | 163,779)
“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!”
Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’
“Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind.
“Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
************************************************************************
#teen wolf#sterek#stiles stilinski#sterek fic rec list#sterek fic rec#fic rec list#fic rec#tin's rec lists
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT
Anonymous request (I got chu)
Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.
A long fic, have fun babes
Warning ⚠️: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.
“Shaaaanks, come on! It’s too early to drink, we’ll be up all night again”.
“Don’t worry about it so much sweetheart! It’ll be fun!”.
That’s the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself ‘you gotta stop doing this, I don’t care how hot he is I can’t be drinking this much’ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...
I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. “Wakey wakey sweetheart”. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. “Nooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangover”. I mumble. “Does it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?”. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.
“A little”.
~
I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business time…I had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? “Hey! (Y/n)!”. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. “Have you ever heard of the 7 warlords?”. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. “Uh yeah…I’ve heard of them…”. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. “This is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! He’s one of the warlords”. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.
I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.
I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.
"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.
'God, I hate him'.
~
My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.
"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.
Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.
I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasn’t taught you properly”. He comments in an unimpressive tone.
Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. “She can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she is”. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. “That’s better”. Mihawk compliments. “Yeah, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya sweetheart”. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanks’s hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.
My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.
Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.
Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.
"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.
Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.
"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.
My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.
Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.
[bonus]
The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".
#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x yn#one piece x you#one piece smut#one piece shanks#one piece shanks x reader#one piece shanks x reader smut#one piece mihawk#one piece mihawk x reader#one piece x reader smut#red haired shanks#red haired shanks x reader#red haired shanks x reader smut#dracula mihawk#dracula mihawk x reader#dracula mihawk x reader smut
579 notes
·
View notes