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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 days

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devotee

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, MURDER!, DARK!RAFE but also equally soft!rafe, rafe is clearly mentally fucked uppppp omds, lets just say reader is very forgiving, descriptions of blood and gore, vomiting, pregnancy, semi public sex

you pant heavily as you look around the room, knowing the sight will haunt you for the rest of your life. your clothes are splattered with blood, but not your own.

you should have known this would happen. you blame yourself as you stare at the growing pool of blood around your boyfriends body. there's no point trying to save him, he's long gone, his eyes open and eerily staring at the ceiling, but theres nothing behind them.

you feel sick, and you make no move towards the bathroom. there's no point when the room is already a mess as you lean forward and vomit all over the carpet.

“aww, baby.” rafe coos, dropping the knife to the ground as he gathers your hair into a ponytail, holding it away from your face as you empty your stomach.

“it's okay.” his words and the hand that is stroking up and down your back is soft, completely opposite of the heinous violent act he just committed.

you're unharmed, of course. rafe would never hurt you. his obsession runs far too deep.

“he's gone now.” rafe says as you stand up, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, snot dripping from your nose that you don't bother to wipe away.

“rafe-” you mutter. the only word that you can get out is his name.

“oh, baby.” he pulls you into his chest. you don't fight back, releasing a sob, part out of guilt for finding his hold comforting, but mostly for your boyfriend dead on the floor.

you should have known rafe would come after him. even though you broke up with rafe a month ago, he never processed that you actually weren't together anymore. it's like his brain couldn't accept it.

so when you moved on, found a new guy who you liked decent enough, it only took rafe a week before barging in and ending him, thinking he was saving you.

“i got you.” rafe says, feeling you shake against him.

you can't get yourself to pull away, even as the metallic coppery smell hits your nostrils.

“let's get you home and then ill clean you up, okay?” rafe says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “ive missed you so much baby. the house feels so empty without you.”

“rafe-” you whine out.

“shh, don't try to talk.” he lifts you up so effortlessly it takes you a moment to realize that you're now off your feet, cradled in his big strong arms. “just let me take care of you.”

you know you should run, should scream, should call 911 and tell them everything. you should feel sadder for your boyfriend. you liked him. not like you love rafe, though, so you keep your mouth shut as he carries you out of the house and into his car, gently setting you in the passenger seat. he reaches across and grabs the buckle, doing it up for you before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

the ride home is silent, your hand held in rafes as he breaks the speed limit to get you back to tanneyhill.

“you're home now.” rafe says as he pulls into the driveway.

you wait for rafe to round the car and let you out, of course once again scooping you into his arms. you never have to open a door when around rafe, or even lift a finger if you don't want to.

he would be the perfect guy, sweet and utterly in love with you, if that love didn't distort reality.

“where was i?” you ask. “this last month?”

“you were having some time to yourself before that asshole tried to take you away from me.” rafes face turns sour at the mention of him. “but you're back now, so we don't need to worry about it.”

of course no mention of a breakup as rafe carries you right into the master bathroom. he sets you down on the counter before turning on the bath, adding a hefty amount of your favorite bath soak.

“what if the police come after you?” you question.

“they won't.” rafe says, walking over and cupping your cheek. “are you worried about me?”

you nod. you absolutely are. you don't know what you would do without rafe. even during your “break up”, he still paid for the rent of your apartment, sent you lunch and dinner every day, and texted you the sweetest things that always made your heartbeat a little faster.

“we’ll be fine baby, i promise.” rafes hands begin to work at taking your clothes off. you don't stop him, there's no point, he's seen it all before.

rafe undresses himself next before turning the water off once the tub is mostly filled, leaving enough space for both of you to soak together.

“ready?” he questions, thumb stroking against your cheek.

another nod and rafe is placing you in the bathtub before climbing in himself.

you dunk yourself under the warm water, needing to get every drop of blood off of you. when you come back up, the water is tinted slightly red that almost makes you throw up again.

“i have a vacation planned for us.” rafe says. “to the seychelles, but if you want to go somewhere else-”

“that sounds nice.” you interrupt him. it really does. you need to get away from the outer banks for a while, maybe longer.

“what if we moved?” you question. there's no point in pretending that you'll ever be without rafe. a breakup is clearly impossible, and with that month away, you realize that's not what you actually want.

“to where?” rafe asks, quirking his head to the side curiously. he's always wanting to know more about how your thoughts work, needing to learn everything he can about you.

“anywhere but here. maybe europe. london. madrid.” you shrug. “i just want a change of… scenery.”

a different town, a different country, maybe a different rafe. one where you don't know anyone for him to get jealous of and “rescue” you from.

“we'll figure it out after our vacation.” rafe offers, and you nod, falling into silence as he moves closer, glad the big tub allows for it as you cuddle together, eyes peacefully closing as you rest your head against his chest.

the resort is full of couples, mostly newlyweds happy and smiling and kissing, so it was natural when you sat down on rafes thigh to kiss him.

you hadn't realized how much you missed his lips, his hold, his touch, his cock.

rafe clenches his thigh muscle, hands coming to your hips and pushing you down onto his thigh, your bikini bottoms barely acting as a barrier as you let out a moan.

“rafe.” you moan out, keeping your voice quiet.

you're in a secluded cabana, but couples have occasionally walked past, able to see through the sheer white curtains surrounding the plush bedding.

“right here. right now.” rafe says.

he didn't fuck you that night you came back to him, knowing you needed the rest. he didn't last night either, your first night on the island. the flight was long and you were excited to be somewhere new, so by the time you got back to your room, your were exhausted.

“but the people-”

“if anyone looks at us, ill just kill them.” rafe says.

you know it should worry you, that your first thought is then you'll have to cut your vacation short, but as rafe bounces his thigh, all care goes out the window.

“everyone here is drunk anyways.” you still keep your voice low as rafe lays back, switching so you're underneath him. “they probably won't notice.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, pushing his hips between your legs, parting your thighs as his crotch aligns with yours, rubbing his already hard cock against your covered pussy.

“tell me.” rafe says, burying his head into your neck.

you instantly know what he means. “you're my first. you're my only.”

it's the truth. you could never imagine sleeping with another guy. rafe is all you know, and all you'll ever know.

rafe reaches down, pulling his cock out but leaving his swim shorts as best in place as he can before tugging your bikini bottoms to the side.

rafe pushes into you in one smooth motion, making you moan out as your head tips back.

rafe stills despite the urge to obliterate you, allowing you time to adjust to his cock back inside of you.

“missed this.” you whine. “i-i love you so much rafe.”

“i love you so much more baby. id do anything for you.” including kill. the words go unsaid. they don't need to be spoken aloud.

rafe begins to swing his hips, pushing into you in slow and relaxed strokes, allowing you to build up slowly.

“fuck.” you whine out. “you feel so good.”

“me?” rafe chuckles dryly. “your pussy is so warm and wet baby, it's perfect. i would stay inside you forever if i could.”

you smile up at rafe, allowing yourself to forget the past and enjoy the way he's slowly moving faster, thrusting deeper and harder into you.

rafe cups his hand over your chest, squeezing your breast before moving the bikini top to the side to set your nipple free.

he's quick to arch his back and lock his mouth around your nipple until it hardens, his tongue flicking over the bud without a care for the path just outside your cabana.

“perfect body, baby. so perfect.” rafe switches sides, moaning around your chest. “everything about you is perfect.”

“i love you.” you want to say it over and over again. you pull rafes face to meet yours, kissing him deeply. “i love you.” you repeat.

“i love you.” rafe grunts out, keeping his hips thrusting forward. “ill never leave you. you're mine. im yours.”

you breath in the madrid air, letting the sun warm your face as you wait for rafe to return home to your new apartment.

when you casually mentioned wanting coffee, he was out the door as quickly as he could.

“baby!” rafe calls, heading through the rooms until he reaches the balcony. the smile on his face is infectious as he hands you a cup, of course the largest size, and if you wanted more, he'd be out the door again.

“don't think i can drink all this.” you giggle as you take the cup from him.

“ill just dump the rest.” rafe shrugs. he's so much calmer now that he's out of the outer banks. you've put everything behind you, deciding to start a new the moment your plane landed.

“it's not recommended.” you say. rafes eyebrows scrunch together, trying to understand what you mean.

“im only supposed to have a cup a day, but i still need to find a good doctor in madrid. one that specializes in what im going through.”

“what…” rafe mumbles, mind working overtime. you set your cup down as he thinks, already expecting his reaction when he works it out.

“you're pregnant!” rafe pulls you into his arms, the brightest smile you've ever seen on his face as he hugs and kisses you.

“you're going to be a dad.” you whisper into his ear, feeling tears hit your shoulder.

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astolary · 3 days

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CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU .

( Author's Note ) Aventurine can sing 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You by' Frankie Valli yes. (I have a vision guys CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM SINGING THAT SONG HEHE)

( Content Warnings ) GN! READER. Lots of fluff, you and Aventurine are very comfortable with one another, reader and Aventurine are celebrating an anniversary

"GOOD EVENING, MY DARLING LOVE," AVENTURINE winked charmingly at you.

You laughed from your seat. Aventurine had his glasses hanging from his shirt, microphone (spoon) in one hand and his hat chivalrously in another hand.

From the grandest abodes to the most luxurious yachts— all the way to paintings from aeons ago, he is confident in that he can provide you a comfortable life. He can give you the universe.

(Aventurine also knows that you don't want the universe, literally.)

Aventurine opened his arms. "Today, I dedicate this song to the one I love,"

He sauntered to you and pulled you off your chair, twirling you around, dipping you down.

"That would be you," He whispered cheekily to your ear. You smacked his back lightly, his breath tickling your skin. (He knows that's tickling you.)

Aventurine then attacked your cheeks with a flurry of kisses, trailing down your neck and then coming back to kiss your nose. You beamed at the affection, doing your best to return every kiss back to him.

"If you did this in a fancy restaurant, I would have been embarrassed to the point of no return." You mused, combing your fingers through his hair.

"I know, I know," Aventurine responded. "I'm still kinda sad you won't let us celebrate our anniversary somewhere nice." He pouted.

You pinched his cheeks. "Nope, you're just sad you won't get to show me off to everybody."

"Caught red-handed," Aventurine sighed.

"Besides, it's been a while since we ate at home," You reasoned.

Home. Home is wherever the heart is, but in this home— the house you both built together, was a different feeling. The Polaroid pictures that are hidden in a photo album on the shelves, fluffy beds for the cat cakes Aventurine spontaneously took home, the counter where you sat often and he stood between your legs,

"You're right," He kissed your lips.

...

"So," A familiar glint shined in your eyes. "What's this song you're about to dedicate to me?"

Aventurine grinned.

He knows you don't want the universe. He knows you know he knows you're with him because— he loved your flaws before your perfections; he loved the worst in you and recognized the best in you.

"This song is titled 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You' by Frankie Valli,"

Gaiathra Triclops may have been the one who decided to let the two of you meet through luck, but it was your decision to choose to stay with him.

"And I dedicate this song to you, because it is my greatest honour to be able love you,"

He picked you back up and hugged you closely.

I love you, baby! // And if it's quite alright, // I need you, baby // To warm the lonely night // I love you, baby, // Trust in me when I say~ Oh, pretty baby! // Don't bring me down, I pray! // Oh, pretty baby, // Now that I've found you, stay // And let me love you, baby, // Let me love you~

#（ ❁ଓ.° ） astro! honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader

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rocknroll7575 · 2 days

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Gardian ghost

Jaune: MAY YOU TIED WITH PYRRHA GREAT JOB

Weiss: OH please she only won because of her semblance it's not a real tie Pyrrha should never have tied with anyone let alone her

Jaune : Oh but when Pyrrha uses her semblance to make her opponents weapons just miss or Yang hit her opponent harder the more she's hurt or yours it's a fair and square victory but with my teams it's not a real win

Weiss: It's different

Jaune: HOW explain to mine and your teams how it's different

(You think May tied!? NO SHE FUCKING WON!)

Weiss: Zedong only won simply because of her semblance, she would have lost if the fight was pure physical combat.

Jaune: *Glares* You're right, but a fight isn't always physical combat, Schnee, it only matters if you win, who cares how? After all, do you think people like Roman Torchwick or Raven Branwen are going to fight fair?

Weiss: of course not-!

Jaune: Then why should we? Ms. Rose tells us every time that when it's a fight to the death, winning is all that matters, we have to use whatever we have! Just admit it... you're just a sore loser!

Weiss: A Schnee does not lose!!! I nor my team will ever lose to the likes of you!

Pyrrha: Weiss, perhaps you should stop-!

Weiss: WHY!? Arc and his team are nothing compared to us! Why take this loss so easily Pyrrha!? You were beaten by the likes of a sand eater!

May: Whoa! What the fuck did you call me!?

Cardin: *Grips mace* You better watch what you say next Schnee!

Weiss: Or what Winchester? Gonna defend her like that faunus mother of yours!?

Cardin: *Furious* DON'T YOU SAY A WORD ABOUT MY MOTHER!

Pyrrha: *Steps between Weiss and ARCZ* Hang on! Let's not escalate this more than we already have!

Jaune: *Glares at Pyrrha* You really gonna defend her after all the shit she just said!?

Pyrrha: N-No! I-I'm not trying to defend-!

Reese: *Steps forward* Then what are you gonna do about what she said, Nikos!? You're the damn leader! Talk some sense into her!

Pyrrha: I... I don't...

Reese: *rolls eyes* Whatever, be a pushover... but just to let you know, she's the reason you're entire team is disliked

Jaune: *Sighs* Let's go guys

*ARCZ leaves*

*Yang & Arslan walk up next to Pyrrha and Weiss*

Yang: You know, Reese's has a point

Weiss: You can't be serious!?

Arslan: You just called May a Sand Eater and called out Cardin for having a Faunus mom, what next? Gonna make fun of me for where I came from or who my parents were?

Weiss: I would never do such a thing!

Yang: Why? Because we're of use to you?

Weiss: because... your my friends...

Arslan: *Scoffs* friends, riiight! Don't fool yourself, you're a Schnee, all you see are assets and tools... you don't see us for us *Walks away*

Yang: *Looks at Pyrrha* should have let her get punched in the face, might have made her realize something *follows Arslan*

Pyrrha: *looks at the floor ashamed*

Weiss: *Huffs* Those two are... are just being dolts! I am not being-

Pyrrha: *Mutters* Shut up...

Weiss: Pyrrha...?

Pyrrha: *Looks up at Weiss with tears* J-Just... shut up... please...! *Walks away*

*Weiss looks in shock as she stands alone in the hallway feeling alone and looks down at the ground*

XXX

Not a Weiss Hater, just making her a total bitch before she gets her character development!

Also, the reason she's a bit more of a terrible person is because, unlike her canon self, Jacques wanted a mini-him, and with Winter out of the picture and Willow taking Whitely, he completely molded Weiss into his own image.

#rwby #rwby meme #rwby asks #rwby au #rwby guardian ghost au #jaune arc #rwby reese chloris #reese chloris #may zedong #cardin winchester #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #arslan altan #yang xiao long #team arcz #team pays

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demonsword586 · 2 days

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Gehenna pp headcanons! (Just nobles)

(A little warning. This gets explicit. I was trying to make it goofy but I think I might have gone a bit....off. Still I hope you enjoy it. Mind you,I never saw a pp before,only an imaginary one of my friend and they still didn't let me poke it.)

Sitri

- Okay let's start off with the size...just from what I seen of him,I think he's on the bigger side. Definetlly bigger than Satan and his king is still pissed about that from time to time.

- 20-21 cm I think

-Now he is a gentleman. He was raised in hell called Hades. Which means he was probably taught of proper higene. In other words,this man's lower region is as smooth as a baby.

-Smells like tea. He drank so much tea,his piss now smells good and his cum tastes like black tea.

-Now for the shape and color. I think his tip is on a brighter side of pink. It's suprisingly slim and elegant compared to someone like Satan who's penis looks like a meat claymore.

-Anyway good penis on a good man. Refreshing as well if you need a man with flavoured cum.

Zagan

- Hmm....Now for Zagan,I think he's a grower.

-His bulge is pretty small but if we think on how much he exercises,there's no way he isn't training his penis as well.

-Okay hear me out. He has a little workout routine for his pp. He flexes up his muscles and makes it go up and down,probably does a helicopter to warm it up.

-And it actually works! His pp has grown in lenght and girth from his training and now he can make it hard on command.

-He does smell a bit funny though. He works out and while yes,you can hide the scent of sweat on most of your body,this is one part where he can'r mask the scent because it is simply too strong.

-My point? His pp smells...of manliness!

-He tries to take care of his pubes but would prefer to keep a small white bush above the shaft. You can't get him to shave it off tho. The bush stays.

-Also I think most of his cock is the color of his skin except his tip which is just one shade lighter.

-His seed tastes like protein tho.

Paimon

- Tucks it. I can't explain why but he tucks it. This bulge? Those are his balls.

-The actual size of it is around 13 cm. A little small for a devil but still packs a punch.

-He wears very cute underwear. He knows no one will see it but it just feels nice to know he has something cute on. Wears comfier undies when he's home and done for the day.

-Likes to put glitter on it. He just thought it would be a funny little thing if he putted some of that super fine and sticky glitter on the shaft....and now he puts on a little fasion show for the other nobles every once in awhile.

-It's actually good tho. He uses those little brushes and stencils. He once even did it for Leraye who then ran around pantless to show everyone how talented Paimon is at dick decoration.

-Sometimes when he thinks he doesn't smell good,he might put some parfume on it. Don't be suprised when his pp smells like flowers or vanilla.

-Very well groomed. No hair on the balls or around the penis. The only thing that he does have...is a little heart shaped bush slightly above his pp.

-The penis itself is on a little more girthy side and when hard it leans slightly to the right. Pretty pale with a pale pink tip.

Leraye

- flat

- Anyway Leraye I think is also a grower. It may not look impressive flaccid wirh only 12 cm but when it gets HARD..oh boy. It goes from a puppy to a wolf. This thing is easily 21 cm once you wake it up.

- The shape is on a leaner side. Being slender but also long. He does hower go thicker around the base. But only at the base,like a slight knot.

- He once walked in on Zagan when he was warming up his pp with the helicopter move and then very euthusiasticlly asked Zagan to teach him.

-Next time you two were about to have a passionate night he wanted to show you a trick. Wipes it out and then swings his pp around like a disco ball while saying 'Look what I can do!😃' It ended up being a little joke between the two of you.

-Suprisingly doesn't have a headless teddy anywhere near his cock. If you ask him,maybe just our of curiousity,why he doesn't have a teddy there like on his horn he will look at you with dread. That would be just rude of him to dirty the dead body of a plushie by impaling it on his pp. He can't bring himself to go as low as Glasyal.

- He does have a bit of pubic hair. A small, dishaved,blond bush . Very pretty and suits him. Please let him keep it.

-His cock is as milky as him. A very pretty color with a flush tip.

Belial

- Normal. Questionably normal lenght. It's not too big and not too small. Just...normal. maybe falls a cm or two from perfect.

-It's also on a little skinnier side. Nice and thin.

-Still size isn't everything. It's important how he uses it....and unfortunatelly for you,he's good!

-He manages to fill in for the lack of impressivness with his experience.

-He is quite strong so with him you're able to try some more adventurous positions like the bicycle or the ballet dancer.

-Gets easily moist. His precum is very watery so his tip looks like it's always glistening.

-Very well groomed. Almost no hair down there except for a thin strip. Also the carpet maches the drapes,his pubes have red ends.

- He also has 2 frenum piercings. Astaroth recommended him to get them,saying " You will corrupt many mortals with these. "

-The dick itself is pretty pale with a darker shade of pink at the tip.

Astaroth

- OH HOLY MARY

- *cough* Sorry *cough* thighs...

-Anyway! Let's go from the size down....BIG. The snake on his bory isn't the only snake he has.

- 26 cm

- You know how snakes hide their pps in what looks like a slit? Yea Astaroth can do that.

-Normally he keeps it inside of himself,but when he gets shy or horny,it pops out and his pants suddenly look a little heavier. There was a time when Sitri didn't know about his anathomy and just saw him suddenly get a bulge. He asked him if he just shat himself.

- Once out and hard,his cock naturally curves upwards. It's just slightly thicker than a normal one but with how long it is,that may be for the best.

- He has a dydoe piercing on the head of it. He considered going for more but decided not to after how intense it felt. He does always wonder how it would feel like if his piercings got stuck inside of you. How romantic~ Two lovers tied together as one for eternity~ (Thankfully it never happens. He is nice enough to take them off if you don't like the feel of them)

- He likes to keep himself well groomed. I mean very well groomed. He waxes off everything and then puts extra virgin olive oil on top. He also puts some on his shaft from time to time to make it a bit more smooth and squishy.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb leraye #whb belial #whb astaroth #whb sitri #whb paimon #whb zagan #I wrote half of this on the toilet with no electricety #fear writting

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meanbossart · 8 hours

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ASK COMPILATION ABOUT THE WEIRD DROW

Replying to a couple of shorter questions! Sorry that I can't get to all of you lest this blog just turns into a stream of constant asks, but I read all of your messages and to be honest there are several that I'm saving to draw something for 😭 alas there are only so many hours in a day.

Thank you for all the support and interactivity as always!

He takes fairly good care of things he considers important or useful - otherwise he's pretty messy or at least indifferent to mess. Definitely a "leaves the wet towel on the bed" guy LOL

Okay so I was bad and not used to DnD mechanics or spells the first time I played the game, so I RARELY ever cast Speak With Animals and had very little sense of their personality during his campaign - BUT THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME WHEN I DID.

THERE WAS ONE TIME WHERE I REMEMBERED.

AND IT WAS PERFECT.

He adores and most of all respects this intense little guy with his whole heart.

[MORE UNDER THE CUT]

Serious answer: he respects wild animals far too much to try and make one into a pet.

Non-serious but still true answer: He would never do that and have to deal with Astarion's incessant Drizzt Do'urden joke comparisons for the rest of his existence. That's that man's personal hell.

He's fairly adaptable! But as far as dynamics go, he does lean bottom regardless of who he's with in bed, but this doesn't necessarily translate into always being on the receptive end of things.

If he were to be with a cisgender woman who doesn't wear a strap like its a second pair of briefs, he would be more than happy to be the pitcher the majority of the time. I think the only scenario where he would be dissatisfied is a restrictive one - he couldn't be with someone who doesn't want to enjoy his whole body in earnest, or who can't flip the roles every once in a while. Also, you have to be a little gross. He has probably caught Astarion off-guard with the things he did on a whim/suggested they do more than once. All in all, as long as whoever he's with is versatile and not a prude, they could probably make it work.

He killed Minthara in her lair and all he got was a bear out of it. Good thing killing her was it's own reward!

MAN... Could just be that his story is far too concrete in my brain already, but it's hard for me to see that working. They are both far too out of touch with their emotions and quiet in their demeanor for me to envision a durable romance sparking. Also, DU drow (who has no clue how old he is himself) thinks of Shadowheart as being far too young for him.

There is a mutual understanding between them that there is a barrier that neither of them is willing to let the other get past - and because that is something they both share, they won't, and they might never try. They work so well as friends because of their similarities, but in a relationship I think that would be to their detriment.

Also, I think silver-haired Shadowheart's wants and needs for her future far diverge from DU drow's chaotic lifestyle, ultimately It's probably best for them to make their own paths.

HAHAHAHA LISTEN.... YOU'RE TALKING AS IF THOSE TWO THINGS DON'T GO TOGETHER PERFECTLY WELL BUT IN MY MIND THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME.

The thing about DU drow is that he might be a bottom, but he's a very... Uh, engaged bottom. He can be as dominant with a dick in his ass as he can be submissive depending on how it jives with his partner- and he's gonna spew some nonsense either way LOL

Either way... I feel ya brother 😔🍑

He did it himself during a dinner Gortash invited him to. At the table. With a meat knife. He was trying to prove a really stupid point/put Gortash off of him.

I have a script for this and I still need to draw it someday! 🤦‍♂️

He doesn't think anything of it now - it's so far in the past and DU drow obviously isn't the judgemental type when it comes to sordid individuals LOL

As a person, however, Astarion likely wasn't the kind of guy that he would have gotten along with, and vice-versa. Sounds to me like he was pretty poshy and did all his misdeeds under the table - DU drow wouldn't have strong feelings about it from an ethical standpoint, but he wouldn't respect it either. Also, DU drow's is practically anarchistic in his political views - soooooo not much room there to be in love with politicians. I'm sure pre-vampirism Astarion would have less than favorable opinions about him as well so the feeling would have been mutual LOL.

ABSOLUTELY NOT HE NEEDS BOTH EYES TO CUT THROUGH FOES he will gladly put Gale on the slab to see what happens though LMAO

#ask compilation

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ofstardustanddreaming · 2 days

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locked out

headcanon summary: you're drunk and unfortunately don't have your key on you. you turn to your neighbor, frank, hoping he won't mind helping out.

content warnings: slight drunkenness

fandom: the punisher

character: frank castle x reader

female reader

anon request

a.n. - i kinda combined two requests instead, where you're drunk and locked out, i hope you don't mind!

Cold air is exactly what you need to sober you up as you walk the short distance back to your apartment from the bar. It freezes your senses, and you shiver, regretting not bringing a heavier jacket with you. The bar was a nice way for you to get distracted from your recent break up, but you unfortunately weren't able to find anyone tonight to take your mind off of it.

You arrive at the front door of your apartment, reveling in the more warm hallways of your apartment, the change from the outdoors was welcome. You bring your bag in front of you, searching through the contents to find your keys. You search thoroughly, tempted to flip the contents around onto the ground.

But no cigar. You've totally locked yourself out. In your excitement on the way over to the bar, you must've lost your keys. Sometimes you tend to forget to put your keys in your purse until you get to your destination, but this time, you must've dropped it in the bar somewhere.

You groan, and have no choice for the night but to call up one of your friends or ask one of your neighbors for help. The latter which you would not prefer to do since you don't know most of your neighbors super well (one of them is super attractive and you get tongue tied, but that's beside the point.) But it might be the only option you have since your friends might be sleeping, or unwilling to drive the distance from their place to yours, for such a short stay for the night anyway considering it's nearly 3 am.

You contemplate sleeping on the ground outside your door, when by some miracle, Frank, the neighbor you find attractive, is trying to sneak towards his door without bothering you. You hope you aren't going to bother him with what huge favor you're about to ask.

Frank sees you sitting there, looking as if you were going through an awful night, but you perk up when you see him. He can't say that he isn't curious, wondering why you were out here. He doesn't have to wonder for long though when you jump up, leaning against your door.

"Hey!" You cringe a bit, knowing you were likely too loud for the hallway of others living here. You continue a bit quieter. "This is the last thing I want to ask of you, considering I know we don't know each other very well, and you're more than welcome to say no. But, I got locked out of my apartment and can't get a replacement key until tomorrow, could I by any chance stay on your couch until the office opens tomorrow for me to do that?"

You get a sinking feeling when he gives you a blank look, but he slowly gives you a smirk, and he nods you in through the open door. You've talked to Frank a handful of times in the year that you've been staying here, and he's been nothing but polite. Which is why the trust you're putting in him is hopeful that he won't do anything. But you're also incredibly thankful you don't have to worry about other strangers sleeping outside your door.

You turn to him after you both enter, unsure of where you could sit. He nods towards the couch, and you gratefully sit. The silence of Frank was making you nervous, as you fidget with the ends of your dress, suddenly aware of what you're wearing.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay over here tonight. I promise, I'll be out so early tomorrow morning." You tell him, now noticing that he seems to be limping everywhere and you're alarmed for his well being. You hop up, hoping to help him if he needs it, but not wanting to cross any boundaries. What was he doing out until 3 if he wasn't doing something akin to what you were doing? Not that you were going to pry when you hardly know each other and it's so late in the night. A topic you'll bring up with him surely some other day.

He waves you back down though and you sit reluctantly. He goes to grab a beer from the fridge and he sits down next to you on the couch. A comfortable distance away though, opposite sides of the couch. You stare nervously at the TV, Frank's leg up on the foot rest in front of the couch.

"You're welcome by the way. Take the time you need in the morning, seems like you've had a hell of a night last night." He says, looking your way. You take the brief moment to take in his disheveled appearance, slight cuts on his face.

"You're one to talk." You snort a bit, looking away. With the awkwardness gone, the both of you have grins as you both chat for a few minutes as Frank finishes his beer off. He gets up to throw it away, and then heading to his closet where he kept a spare blanket and pillow to give to you. He also decided last second to grab you a pair of his shirts and sweatpants in case you wanted to change into something comfortable for your sleep.

Which you are over the moon grateful for, taking his bathroom to do just that. You come back out, eyelids drifting shut as you're about to pass out standing up. You pass by Frank's room going back to the living area, calling out softly one more thank you as you crawl into the sofa, sleep calling your name.

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The next morning, you woke up later than you intended, your phone being dead so you were unable to set an alarm, and you groan as you try sitting up. You notice a glass of water and some Advil on the stand next to the couch and you're eager as you swallow it quickly down.

You see the note he left as well, saying that he's left for work, and you don't have to bother about locking up after. He must really trust you wouldn't do anything either as you stayed here, as you gather your purse and clothing as you walk over to the office. You don't want to imagine how you look to the office workers there as you ask for the spare to your room, feeling warm as they scrutinized you.

After verifying you live in that room, they give you a molded copy and a sizeable price you'll have to pay for the extra, you head back to your apartment, noting the post it Frank left on your door. You grab it on your way in, wanting to read it after you took a long shower and threw his clothes in with some of yours in the wash, intending to give it back tonight. Grabbing the post it note you stuck on the fridge, you settle into the couch, trying to avoid some of the water droplets on the note.

'dinner sometime?' Was all the note said, and you can't help but smile. Maybe you weren't able to find someone at the bar, but it seems like the neighbor next door might be a much better option anyway.

#frank castle oneshot #frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher imagine #the punisher x reader #the punisher oneshot

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walpu · 3 days

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i'm still thinking abt that ratio thing you wrote btw (and his tits 🤲) so i wanted to share a thing with you lol (sorry this got long...and horny)

I love omega Ratio a lot, don't get me wrong, but I also can't help but think of Ratio if he was an Alpha- wait HEAR ME OUT

He already has such an inflated ego so imagine how much bigger it'd be if he's in the omegaverse and an alpha. It makes it all the more fun to tear him down >:)

Ratio who thinks he's hot shit and quite frankly you were starting to get annoyed so you take it upon yourself to knock him down a few pegs

Ratio who's only ever topped before so when you ask him if you can top he's all like "Hmph, well, since you insist, I'll indulge you." He's so sure he'll get bored quickly and that it wouldn't be long until you beg him to take over.

Ratio who has a really sensitive chest (you're so right on that) that even the slightest touch has him imagining the wildest things. When you first cup them he get's so flustered "Where do you think you're touching..." "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Ratio who also has really sensitive thighs 🗣️🗣️🗣️!! Lick em, bite em, pinch them too, he loves it but he won't ever say it out loud.

Ratio who never imagined to feel so good getting railed, he can't think about anything else but the feeling of being so full and he's so shocked when the thought of being bred briefly enters his mind that he has to tell you to stop for a bit so he can collect his thoughts.

Ratio who's actually well endowed so obviously you have to take the opportunity to degrade him for it "All that cock, and for what exactly?" Tell him how useless it is flopping around while you fuck him, and of course he's not allowed to hide his face so pin his hands beside his head and look right into his eyes as you say these things to him.

Ratio who can't even look at you in the morning because not only is he confused and embarrassed but now he has a lot of thinking to do regarding his kinks...

(bonus points if reader is an omega btw, role reversal my beloved <3)

ROLE REVERSE LET'S GO LET'S GOOO

Thank you for the food Avi you saved me

I just really want to fuck Ratio now

#dr ratio x reader #reader insert #sub dr ratio #I'm god's weakest soldier fr

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'Hazbin Hotel' Episode 6 plot hole: Angel Dust didn't just do drugs or porn. He also killed lots of people when he was alive.

I rewatched the entire show from the pilot to Episode 8, and one thing that is glaringly absent from Episode 6, and Charlie arguing that Angel Dust deserves redemption and to be in Heaven, is that Angel Dust has not only murdered people, but he seems to enjoy killing people to "blow off steam". This is especially apparent in Episodes 4 and 8.

In the pilot episode, if one still counts that as canon, Angel literally engaged in a turf war alongside Cherri Bomb, using his tommy guns to shoot down his opponents, and he also used the same guns and angelic steel bullets to injure and kill numerous angels in the extermination. Even if Angel was shooting to kill in self-defense, by Heaven's standards, it is still technically considered a mortal sin.

However, the biggest issue with Angel's path to redemption is that, according to previous Q&A interviews with series creator Vivienne Medrano (VivziePop), Angel was part of the mafia when he was alive, which is where he obviously gets his marksmanship and shooting skills from. That means that Angel also killed and murdered people in mob hits, with a kill count in the dozens, if not hundreds. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Angel has dealt with folks that he and his family personally sent to Hell by murdering them in mafia hits.

I still don't understand how Episode 6 somehow overlooked this, especially since showing scenes when Angel was a living human, and him killing people, would've been simple and easy for Adam to do. In fact, in Christian and Biblical mythology and folklore, human souls are typically judged on what they did in life, and not in Hell, a fact that Alastor himself also aptly pointed out in the pilot episode:

"Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners! The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done!"

I really hope that the writers fix this by having Angel explain to Charlie what he did when he was alive. Currently, Charlie seems to be under the impression that Angel is in Hell because he was a drug addict, as well as a porn star. However, the true reason is likely because Angel killed a lot of people when he was alive and a mobster. While he wasn't a serial killer, like Alastor was, he doesn't seem to be remorseful about it, or even takes pleasure in killing. He also literally wanted to murder Sir Pentious, alongside Vaggie, in Episode 2 ("Can't we just kill him? Shoot him and spill his blood?"), with no hesitation or remorse.

So, how can Charlie redeem Angel Dust? The first step is actually addressing the fact that, y'know, Angel murdered people, and that his first reaction and instinct in a conflict is to be like R. Kelly, and pull out his gun, start blasting, and "cap some b*tches". I really hope that the show does this in Season 2, because with Angel, it's a major issue.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust hazbin #angel dust hazbin hotel #reminder that angel dust is not a good person (yet)

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baby can't find her wedding ring one morning and roman is immediately panicking/convinced someone came just to take the ring. he knows it was on the nightstand when they went to sleep because he always kisses her ring before she takes it off.

this is why he never takes his off, especially not for bed, who cares about preventing arthritis?🙄

they don't find it until they see baby jr playing with bear baby and bear roman. bear baby has the wedding ring on her left paw, (no wonder why baby jr asked which hand wedding rings go on yesterday) she really had to squish as much of the stuffed paw as she could through it.

roman calls off the cops...

"Roman, there is no possibility someone could've came in here to take my ring-"

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah. I know. So that means you're fucking with me?"

"No! I must've knocked it off the stand last night-"

"Yeah...but we checked the floors of the bedroom. So you're fucking with me." Roman scratches his neck. "Or we're both spiraling, but this is symbolic - you're going to leave me. Or there's a goblin under the bed who spent her twenty slutting it out and now time's run out, she's cosplaying a woman's who's loved."

You sigh.

What the fuck is he talking about?

It's cute, but also concerning, how he's spiraled humorously so quickly. Just him, because you're sensible enough to know the your ring has to be somewhere.

"How about we ask our daughter?"

"She doesn't know anything about goblins. But look what happens, see? Want to become unattached to me in your sleep? Look what fucking happens."

"You're going to get a perpetual cramp in twenty years because you never take your ring off, Roman - it's-"

"Yap, yap, yeah. Okay, let's go ask her. But someone came in and proved my point. I'm fucking betting on it. But okay, let's go! Honey!"

Roman makes his way out to your little girl's room, you would smile at the sound of her humming coming closer as you follow him. But you're stressed on the skin because it's your wedding ring lost. You wear it everyday, it's the band Roman slipped onto your finger as he cried pathetically and perfectly. It's also insanely expensive for something that's just silver. But it's priceless and you don't understand where it could've went.

"You can't can't bite me. Yes I can, chomp chomp. Kiss kiss."

Roman and you, you both stop in your tracks at the sight of her holding B. Roman and Evie Mommy, your ring squeezed onto that stuffed hand of hers.

"Eat me! Ma...."

She's still in her pajamas, a perfect thief.

You can't help but smile and Roman stares, not because he can't help it - he wants to, he'll take any moment to watch her, even if you know his heart hurts in the way it does when he's a father to someone so little and beautiful and perfect, perfect, perfect.

"Good morning. Daddy, can I borrow your ring? Please please? Thank you."

She turns back to her bear and doll, playing happily.

"I don't think she's very goblin like, Rom-"

"Shut up. I was joking. I was scared. Can we have pancakes?"

You sigh, kissing his neck.

"Apologize."

"Sorry, Mommy. I didn't guess her. Why would I?"

Roman goes to sit next to her, taking his ring off and smiling stupid when she tries her best to shove it on B. Roman's stuffed paw. His elbow on his leg and hand under his chin.

You know he didn't guess her because she would never make him panic like he did then - 911 on dial and hands in his hair, no. He couldn't have guessed that, not when he's so suddenly happy in watching her play with your bands and bears.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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leonawriter · 3 days

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Okay apparently I'm going to do a study on this introduction, because going back to it? Especially knowing more about Hakuba via more recent Magic Kaito chapters? Fascinating stuff.

So. Hakuba's introducing himself, and he starts out by bringing up "My father spoke of you often" and "It seems you're a very sharp detective." Both of those are positive!

Hakuba is... high society, compared to Hattori simply hanging out around high ranking people and treating them like normal. Hattori argues with Kazuha in a very down to earth way, while Hakuba knows how to drink tea and probably how to set the table with a full set of cutlery (or at least how to use them).

So, Hakuba using their fathers to introduce himself is, to him, a normal enough way to say "I've heard good things about you, we're similar, I hope we can get along well."

What's more - Shinichi realises that, pretty quickly. Even if they hadn't met previously, he'd have been able to figure out by the words being used, that Saguru's father knows Heiji's father, or that they're in the same business.

If anything, I'd say that this slight culture clash is the second step of things going wrong between Hattori and Hakuba here, right after Hakuba being present at all, since Hattori had wanted Shinichi to take his rightful place where Hakuba is currently sitting.

Strike one, strike two.

Unfortunately, it gets worse from there, and I'm gonna go into it.

But then Hakuba brings up that he's not even fully based in Japan. To which, mostly Hattori is just "wait, what?" - but although I'm sure he means it simply to be as clear as possible, that could also be read as "I would say that, but I'm actually better." As in, being smug.

Strike three.

Still with "Kudo is the high school detective of the east, that's obvious, isn't it?" and rubbing salt into the insult to Hattori's bro with "they'd have liked me to represent the east in his place" but...

Oh boy.

This... this is also where I just stared and held my head in my hands because now? Because of something Hattori's said, and what he's going to continue saying/leaning into... we need to go back in time.

All the way back in Hakuba Saguru's first appearance, the papers say "just returned from London," suggesting (as I've seen someone say before) that he'd spent at least some, if not much, of his youth in Japan.

Certainly, he doesn't seem to speak with an accent in the present day, so he can't have grown up in the UK and only sometimes lived in Japan.

In Japan, however, he is referred to as...

In Nakamori's (uncouth) words at their first meeting, "Y-you're that bastard from London!"

No mention of how he has a fully Japanese name, partially Japanese features, a Japanese father, and no accent.

His introductory splash also frames him with the Union Jack behind him, showing off his Holmes cosplay and light hair. Almost all the major characters in the series have blue eyes, but here it's rather... plainly emphasising his Western features. His non-Japanese-ness.

Now, I do have to wonder if Gosho wrote that back in 1990 and hadn't given much thought to it. I certainly don't think it was intentionally cruel.

However, by volume 40, released in 2003, he's learned a bit more about social prejudice, and shows this with the Professor's First Love story:

This shows something that happened 40 years ago in-universe, with a girl of Japanese-American descent who has light, gingko colour hair, being very aware of how different she is, and not wanting her friend to see. She calls her hair "weird" and starts to cry.

Coming back to the present - content released in 2006 - let me go back to Hakuba Saguru.

Hattori "That's obvious, isn't it? And yer not even from this country to begin with."

Oh, Hattori. Only the previous case had you seeing how words can be as sharp as knives, and can hurt people.

Saguru doesn't seem too bothered at first, however...

First off, he points out that it isn't even his fault he's "taken Kudo's place" in the first place!

They contacted his housekeeper, who he's been shown to be very close with (I'd hazard a guess to say that, having not seen his mother at all, or seen her mentioned, Baaya is closer to him than his parents are), and when she heard that her charge would only be taking someone else's place since they weren't there, she got offended on his behalf.

Saguru, who loves this woman like she's literally his nanny, could hardly say no at that point.

More to the point: how he says "But it appears I am unfit to represent the East..."

So now we have Hattori having come in wanting his best friend to be represented and not sidelined just because of circumstances out of his control, and being in a bad mood immediately because of someone else having been called in. He also possibly inflates the number of cases he worked on or solved, by including childhood adventures, leading Saguru to point out that his count is only low if you only count the ones in one country. Saguru attempts to make friends with him regardless, and that doesn't work because Hattori is still stuck on how Saguru is "taking Kudo's place" and then focuses in on how Saguru "isn't even from this country" which... starts leaning into the uncomfortable territory of "Hattori I love you to pieces but are you being racist/xenophobic right now?"

I say that in the context of how Japan has a really big problem with seeing anyone who isn't fully Japanese as Not Japanese Enough, as I went into earlier. I don't think he's aware how he's coming across, by the way; he's simply got a big case of foot-in-mouth.

So now instead of having come to this conclusion organically and naturally, Saguru is offering to take the place of "Guest Participant from Overseas" to placate Hattori.

I'd imagine he won't be wanting to tell Baaya about that, for sure.

Saguru goes on to suggest that Conan (i.e, Shinichi himself) should represent the East instead.

I reiterate: they could well have come to this conclusion over a friendly conversation, because of how they have five detectives. But instead now Saguru has ceded his position to (as far as he knows) a child. A very clever child, but a child nonetheless.

The next time we're back at the island with Hattori and the others, he's already decided he doesn't like "that smug guy."

As said before, there are plenty of things that Hattori could have picked up on that'd suggest Saguru "looked down on people" and "had a prideful way of thinking" and he certainly could appear smug in his achievements.

Hattori himself says that Saguru was "was like a copy of [Kudo]." But he has decided he doesn't like Hakuba, therefore he won't like Hakuba.

A moment of Saguru bonding with Natsuki over their natural brown hair, a shared trait - we can see him smiling after saying "But... there aren't any tv cameras yet, so you could do what you want for tonight?"

In a way I feel like I'm making too much of a big deal out of this one thing, but I'm not the one bringing attention to it - Gosho is. Gosho's the one who reminds us that kids get into trouble for their natural brown hair, and Saguru got that too.

Those who've read Magic Kaito will know that he DOES have a Japanese school uniform - but as we saw at the start of the post, when he arrived, he arrived from his school in London.

This further emphasises how he's set apart from the others.

(An aside: it's entirely possible that his "school abroad" is more likely him going to sixth form, since our Secondary schools last (or did for me) up to the age of 16, and depending on the time of year he may have transferred over to the new school year already. Or he's just finishing his last year of Secondary. We don't know.)

Honestly... I'm going to leave this at that for now, because for one thing the post got away from me a bit, and became longer than I expected, and for another thing, I've covered the majority of the first meeting and both of them getting off on the wrong foot.

In short:

Hattori arrived with an idea of slipping Shinichi into the event, and was offended and upset when someone was already in his place. He, being the loyal friend he is, wasn't willing to simply let it lie.

Instead of backing down and accepting the situation and make friends with the new detective - who Shinichi knew and was acting friendly with, and who was willing to befriend him - he let his bad mood get the better of him and made offensive remarks of his own, most of which to the others would seem entirely unwarranted.

Because of that, Hattori still has a bad opinion of Saguru, and Saguru's opinion of Hattori has gone from "my father's spoken of you [positively]" to "rude asshole."

Neither of them are innocent, but when you look at them individually and fairly, neither of them are the only one in the wrong, either.

Like... no wonder they don't get along from here on? Wow.

I did not expect there to be so much in it, but there we go.

#dcmk stuff #leona rereads dcmk #dcmk #hakuba saguru #hattori heiji #[head in hands] these two...#hattori I love you but pls

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sortasirius · 2 days

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Frail State of Mind

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Words: 1630

Rating: T

Summary:

It's a strange thing, when Eddie realizes how he feels about Buck. For a while, he thinks it's indigestion.

Title comes from this song.

Also on AO3 here

Eddie was laughing. Really laughing too, that kind of laugh that stretches across your chest, makes your face hurt and your breath catch in your throat.

They were all sitting around the dining table in the firehouse, finishing off Bobby's famous lasagna, and laughing uproariously at a story that Bobby was telling about his figure skating days.

"You just don't understand...the art of the dance," Bobby said, waggling his eyebrows, sending the entire table into another wave of hysteria. He smiled at all of them, standing up and walking around to deposit his dish in the sink. "Clean this up so we don't come back to a pile of dirty dishes after the bell rings."

Chim and Hen got up, clearing Buck and Eddie's plates,

"You two are useless at dishes," Chim informed them, "Let the professionals take it from here."

"And you can do the bathrooms," Hen smiled at them sweetly, ignoring their shared groaning.

"You want to come over later?" Eddie was pleasantly warm, probably from the fact that Buck was a certifiable furnace, and their thighs were pressed together on the firehouse couch, digesting after dinner watching Hen and Chim argue over the dishes, "Chris has some new game he wants to show you. We could order takeout."

"Thanks man, but I'm seeing Tommy later," Buck's smile was mega-watt, so bright that it could probably power the entire west coast, "Tell Chris I'll take a rain check."

Something undefined settled in Eddie's stomach. Something strangely heavy that went from his stomach all the way up his chest...

Before he could spend too much time thinking about it, the bell rang, and he and Buck sprang up.

"Oh come on!" Chim gestured up to the alarm with soapy hands, and Buck laughed, sprinting down the stairs three at a time.

Eddie decided to chalk the strange feeling up to indigestion. He would have to start taking tums after lasagna now, he guessed.

At the end of their shift, when morning had just broken over the city, Eddie was sitting next to Buck again, this time in the locker room. They were pulling on their socks in tandem, chatting idly about the call they had taken that night, which involved a couple and an extra large jar of peanut butter of all things.

"It's just gross," Buck was saying, pulling his sock on his right foot. His socks were always mismatched, he said he didn't see the point of sorting them. Eddie had always thought it was strangely charming, if a little silly. "Not to mention a waste of peanut butter."

"The waste of peanut butter was the problem for you?" Eddie asked him, eyebrows raised, "Not...everything else?"

"Everything else was definitely a problem too," Buck shook his head violently, like he was trying to rid himself of the mental image of the call, "Ugh. Gross."

"Breakfast?" Chim poked his head around the corner, "Bobby said he's buying. Peanut butter pancakes for all."

Buck gave a huge fake heave that Eddie couldn't help but snort at.

"Sorry," he grinned at Chimney, "I have a ride."

"Buck, turning down plans for breakfast that Bobby's buying?" Chim looked stunned, "It really is the end days."

Buck ducked his head, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Tommy's taking me out for breakfast."

"And so we're nothing to you?" Chim covered his heart with one hand, "I'm hurt, Buckley, really."

"Whatever," he shrugged his shoulders, pulling on his shoes and giving a shifty sort of look to Eddie, "I really hope you don't eat peanut butter pancakes for breakfast."

Eddie shook his head, still grinning.

"Captain's orders, I can't disobey them."

Buck wrinkled his nose.

"Gross."

They finished getting dressed in a comfortable silence, swinging their bags over their shoulders and bumping into each other as usual, making their way into the bay where Hen and Chim were arguing over what the superior breakfast item was.

"Evan!" Eddie nearly jumped at Buck's given name, looking up to see Tommy striding towards them, a wide smile on his face, but with eyes only for Buck, who seemed to shoot up two feet besides him, striding forward to wrap Tommy in a tight hug.

That feeling in his chest was back, that indigestion from the lasagna. Maybe he had GERD or something. He should ask Hen about it.

"Ready to go?" Tommy asked, his hand skating down Buck's forearm.

Eddie swallowed, not sure why he felt so sick to his stomach all of a sudden.

"Sure am," Buck turned around, that bright smile back on his face, giving Eddie a wave, "See ya, tell Chris I'll be around."

"Later, Eddie," Tommy waved at him, before slinging an arm around Buck's shoulders and placing a soft kiss to the side of his face

Eddie swallowed with an audible click. He felt hot all over, like he was about to be sick.

Man, that lasagna had really done a number on him.

He watched them walk away, until they thought no one was watching them. He watched Buck spin Tommy around, kissing him full on the mouth this time. He thought he should look away. It was weird, after all, to watch anyone kissing, but especially two of his friends. Especially his best friend.

He sat with that heavy feeling in his chest long after Buck and Tommy had split apart and disappeared, willing himself to understand it, understand why he felt like this, why looking at Buck made it worse.

He considered the worst case scenario: that looking at Buck and Tommy made him so uncomfortable it made him nauseous.

How could he even be thinking this way? He was an ally! He had been an ally for years! Hen was one of his best friends!

"You okay, Eddie?" Hen's voice came right by his ear, and he jumped, blinking.

"What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I just...did that lasagna earlier do a number on you too? I've felt off for a few hours."

Immediately, he watched her stance shift from concerned friend to Doctor Wilson mode. If he hadn't felt so crappy, he would have laughed.

"What are you feeling?" she asked him, looking over the thick rims of her glasses.

Eddie shrugged, feeling almost dejected. Normally he would have brushed it off, but Hen was probably the best fountain of knowledge for little ailments like this.

"Just...heavy in my chest and my stomach. Not all the time just- Just..." he trailed off, staring blankly into space.

It was like someone had just moved something from the recesses of his head, pulling forward a tiny box in an abandoned corner of the back of his mind, a place he never bothered to go, and had opened it.

Buck.

A man who had shaped his life from the moment he entered it. The only other person he would really trust Chris with long term. The only person he would trust to make medical decisions about himself. A man who had slotted himself so easily into his and Chris' routine it was like he was meant to be there.

He knew his pizza order, he knew how he liked his eggs. He knew what it felt like when his heart stopped beating for three minutes and seventeen seconds.

He couldn't live without him.

The reality of that came crashing down on Eddie like a tidal wave, like a California riptide. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was back to having panic attacks.

"Eddie," he felt Hen shaking his shoulder, "Eddie!"

The truth of the matter, that he was just realizing now, that it may be too late, made him feel like he was caught in a whirlpool, spinning endlessly, unable to catch his breath. That image of Tommy and Buck, so unbelievably happy, so utterly adoring of one another was burned into his brain, he could see it when he blinked, when he closed his eyes.

Had he lost the opportunity for something more real than he may have ever had before he even realized that he wanted it.

"Eddie!"

Bobby was standing in front of him, both hands on his shoulders, craning his neck down to look into his face.

Eddie came to enough to look up, shaking his head back and forth experimentally, knowing how completely insane he must look to the others.

"Yeah," he finally croaked, knowing that this would do nothing to help his case, "Sorry I- I'm fine."

"You sure about that?" Bobby looked him up and down, "Doesn't seem that way."

"I just..." he searched wildly for an excuse. It's not like he could tell them about this revelation. "Got tired all of a sudden. I think- I think I'm gonna skip breakfast. Go home."

"Eddie-" Hen started, but Eddie had already pushed his way past them and headed towards his truck, pulling out of the lot immediately, not daring to look back.

It wasn't until he parked in his driveway that he took a shuddering breath, resting his forehead on the steering wheel.

He wished he could just force this new knowledge about himself back into its little box. It had lived there for so long, what was a little more time? Save himself the embarrassment of pining over his best friend. Who was happily taken by his other friend.

What a nightmare.

His phone lit up in the cupholder next to him. He picked it up, his heart leaping into his throat when he saw the message was from Buck.

Hey, Hen just texted me. You okay?

No. He was decidedly not okay.

He sighed. He could do this. He wouldn't ruin what he had with Buck. He refused to ruin it.

Yeah, totally fine. That lasagna, you know?

Fuck. He was so fucked.

#buddie #my writing #911 #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #buddie fanfic

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luminouslywriting · 3 days

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Let’s let that mind of yours not wander so I’ll send in another request. If I recall from another request you may have said something about Rosie taming a brat reader… ya wanna delve into that a bit more? 👀

Nonny, Nonny, Nonny 🤭 I did mention this and I would be remiss if I didn't expand upon it as requested. Requests are open and welcomed, I don't mind spam! I'm also almost caught up on requests and still have a few days of recovery, so if you want to keep sending stuff, please do!

More below the cut, cut for length, spice below the cut:

-Robert Rosenthal exists within a mixture of stern authority and kind charisma. And it's a careful balance that he works on keeping up.

-I mentioned that with any teasing comes the authority kink and some brat taming....which absolutely applies here

-Part of the whole brat taming process for him is the dominating/authoritative role that he gets to play in the relationship. So if you're teasing him in public, expect to absolutely be in trouble (in the best way) when you get back home or in the car.

-This means a few different things to him

-It can be a spanking or two because teasing in public is not very nice, especially when he can't really do anything about it

-Or it can mean getting brutally edged to the point that you're screaming his name and following his orders because the teasing was a lot that particular night

-This is where the whole relentless orgasming comes into play and he'd take things to the point of near overstimulation so that you can really learn not to mess around with the teasing

-But let me be really clear, this is the kind of dynamic that exists within an established relationship where consent has been given and there are clear boundaries and rules for the two of you

-It's an almost sort of game to him and you—seeing how far you can push the other person in teasing until the other person can't take it anymore

-The sort of talk during the brat taming? Well it's not degrading or unkind in any way. But it's certainly a firm tone to match the spankings and it's the same Major voice that he uses when he gets mad

-With the brat taming, there's not a lot of kissing that goes on between the two of you; he's primarily concerned with teaching you your lesson haha

-And yes, he's going to make you repeat back to him the lesson at the end of it all, before he gives you exactly what it is that you want

-It also depends on where he's able to get to you

-Because chances are if it's post war and you two can just go home, then he's going to take his sweet time with teaching you your lesson; bending you over his knee, spanking you, pinching a few sensitive areas, building pressure and making you wait

-But if it's not and he has to have you in the car or in a supply closet of some kind, then it's absolutely not going to be the same

-It's going to be a rushed and hurried thing while he's trying to keep you quiet; whispers of "be a good girl" and "you can take it", etc.

-Rosie is relentless and quickly efficient to the point of tears in these instances

-He's still very good at the aftercare portion of brat taming, especially if you two are at home; he's very gentle about things afterwards and asks to make sure that he didn't go too far and that you're doing okay. The most important thing to him is that you two are still in a good place whenever that happens.

-But uh....if you call him "daddy?" don't expect to leave your room for the next three days. Or to walk anywhere really.

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #mastersoftheair #masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal x reader #rosie rosenthal x reader #robert rosenthal headcanons #robert rosenthal fanfiction #masters of the air headcanons

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toomuchracket · 24 hours

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need X for office nerd i fear…

x - x-ray

to put it bluntly... he's hung. like, to the point where you can't actually take him all in your mouth. mind you, you're determined to do it someday, and while matty won't lie and say the thought doesn't make him weak in the knees he's also like "babe please i don't want you to get hurt just so you can suck my dick". which, like, adorable of him, but you just want to be good and take it all. anyway! yeah. he's packing. kinda feels like you're being split in two when he fucks you, but in a good way. delicious <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #office nerd au #75weekender

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blazinghotfoggynights · 2 days

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I know Buddie fans prior to season 7 were not delusional, misinterpreting scenes, or making it all up. There were too many instances that were blatantly hinting at attraction, even if the two involved were oblivious.

(Also, platonic friends don't act like that. You may be able to gaslight those with very little life experience, but some of us have circled the sun more than a few times.)

With all that being said, I am at a point where I can see the writing on the wall. Buck and Eddie? I would say there is an infinitesimal chance it ever happens and that guy in power is laying the foundation for a BuckTommy endgame and Eddie Diaz is being confirmed as completely het. I wouldn't even be surprised if this is leading to an Eddie Diaz exit.

Buddie never happening is okay. I've been in fandom long enough to know there are authors who will give us excellent alternatives.

My issue lies with the character currently dating Buck and how he is being portrayed and embraced. (If you can't deal with even a bit of Tommy criticism, don't go past this point. This isn't about the ship wars or the actor. This is about accountability and the portrayal of women, LGBTQ, and POC in fiction.)

Before BuckTommy fans accuse me of being a Buddie shipper who is delusional or jealous, please. They are fictional characters. There are fanfic writers who are doing the lord's work, so I am completely fine.

What I don't like is the obviously slanted take on the situation of the character Buck has been paired with.

I haven't been extremely vocal about my feelings for the Tommy Kinard character and how his return has been handled, but I am going to touch upon it now.

I think the manner of that character's return is tone deaf and disrespectful to people of color, LGBTQ people, and women. Tommy now being an out gay man does not suddenly absolve him of his past actions. Racist, misogynist, homophobic taunting, insults, and humiliation have no excuse. Okay, there is one, but this blog is not ready to get into all that. (IYKYK)

Tommy Kinard returning to a universe where his deplorable actions are explained as merely giving in to peer pressure AND, what is even more unnerving, his victims forgiving him and becoming his friends is a slap in the face to every single POC, woman, or LGBTQ person who has been tortured for just being who they are. So no, I don't support or like the character and how his return has been handled. If he is called out and held accountable, that may change.

Before any problematic fans take that and run with it, I am going to say my issue is with the CHARACTER. I don't know a damn thing about the actor who portrays him. As a woman who spent time in a male dominated field, I know what it is like to be surrounded by those who feel that as het white males, they own the space and heaven help anyone who doesn't fit the same description.

Would I love to see Buddie happen? It's obvious I would. But, as with any work, the author has the right to take the story in any direction he or she wants to. They aren't obligated to give the fans what they want. That is what fandom works are for.

As someone who has witnessed the type of behavior Tommy engaged in under the prior Captain's tenure more often than I care to think about, erasing his past with a mere stroke of a key and acting as if it didn't happen or didn't matter makes me feel some type of way. Those who have experienced that treatment know what I am talking about. The people who are on the receiving end of the hatred are always expected to accept apologies, regardless of how self-serving or disingenuous they are, with appreciation, grace, and forgiveness. That is seriously problematic.

I don't mind if Buck and Eddie end up with other people. I just don't want those other people to be Tommy and Marisol. Give Buck a good guy or girl and give Eddie, well, right now, daily therapy and later, a good person.

For balance, I am not a Marisol fan either. Hiding important facts about yourself because you think the person will leave you is manipulative and deceitful. I've left people for doing it and I support anyone for doing the same.

#911 abc #911 on abc #9 1 1 buddie #buddie #buddie 911 #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddie x buck

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