#I wanna see Panny

[heroesbrine]

no way i just saw a whole ass adult use "pannie" derogatorily towards pansexuals without an inch of irony. can we grow up please. that is such a childish insult to use in genuine anger. i thought we were over this years ago

[adonischildsupportcase]

Remembering like around the end of the pannie I jokingly said something like we all bout to die @ who tiddies you wanna see on here & everybody mainly said 2 ppl

[peachesandhunii]

Praying for no post cards and movie night I was EMBARRASSING Jin the way I was CUTTING UP in Casa. I'm so sorry babe 😔

I'm not gonna lie as soon as we get something from them I'm replaying I CANT LET JIN SEE ME LIKE THIS. I HAD MY FUN

THE BEDROOM. Oh Max 😌 What are you truly trying to get into?

A king for real. EMEL HE DONT WANT YOU

I love a man with only one brain cell 😌

Megan said HOES LOVE TO STIR THE POT WELL IMMA GIVE A BITCH A SPOON. Honestly irl I probably would have lost it on Emel and popped her in the mouth bc why are you always talking out the side of your neck to me?

You better stop before I pull your pannies to the side

Bea not you with the opp!?

I can't breathe 😭 get this bitch away from me!

🙄 she can have him! I WANNA GO HOME AND TAKE JIN WITH ME! IM DONE! STOP EVERYTHING AND BRING ME MY MAN IM SICK OF THIS

I was trying to be good when they took Jin away the first time

And they played in my face when they sent us to casa right when I get my man back

And now he has "connections"!?!?!?!

[fair-night-starry-tears]

11) What actor or voice actor do you see best playing as your OC? (This fits for any of them)

Okay I don’t got much preferences. Mainly I just dip out on things but I got preferences. But my Ciel I just wanna be voiced Phantomhive va. I have a good reason but it’s mostly for gimmick this is a useful Ciel

Darling) I want her to sound sophisticated and mature, still a teenager but also have more of a big sister trust vibe

Mona) I want her to sound like a haughty girl, but also have the strongest voice of emotions.

Guppy) Guppy rarely talks, he never shows his mouth and speaks less so I want him to sound deep and quiet. Like Corpse Husband. But slow monotone voice.

Panny and Vanny: i want both to sound like each other but different volumes. I want Panny to sound happy and sweet with energy while Vanny sounds timid but quiet and gentle.

Ryder: I want him to sound like someone you know did something stupid but also the heartfelt reasonable brother to lean on.

There are more but my general idea is I want them to sound like their personalities.

Aqila’s gonna be two types. Her deadpan monotone and soon an emotional response

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @queen-of-twisted (btw I’ll make you an icon of Minako in Smiles Precures. That’s a. Fucking promise. @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge

[octorosi]

More incorrect quotes >:)

TW-

Dirty jokes-

Shipping-?

Violence-?

—————-

Kwazii : Barnacles is playing hard to get.

Kwazii : Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

———-

Peso: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie*

Panni: You can't just skip to the happy ending!

Peso: I don't have time for their problems, and I don’t wanna see the part where the dog dies-

————

Dashie : *slams books down in front of Barnacles *

Dashie : Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Barnacles : You could of said literally anything else.

Dashie : Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Barnacles : I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

———-

Dashie : Slash gamemode creative.

Tweek: Dude, this isn't Min-

Dashie : *starts levitating*

———-

Natquick: How many children do you have?

Barnacles : Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

———-

Calico jack: I love you.

Natquick :I’m sorry.

———-

Tweek: Barnacles and Kwazii are getting married, can you believe it?

Dashie: No I can’t! That’s wonderful!

Inkling: It’s so wonderful they can’t believe it either-

———-

Barnacles : My head hurts.

Natquick : That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

———-

Shellington : Why are you doing this?

Pearl: Same reason I do everything, Shellington . To get somebody to like me.

———-

Tweek: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.

Dashie : Uh, Barnacles and Professor inkling are not getting along.

Tweek: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Dashie : You may have a point.

———-

Kwazii : Barnacles! I can't do this stupid math!

Barnacles: What’s the math problem?

Kwazii : Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.

Tweek, covering Peso 's ears, while barnacles smacks kwazii upside the head. Barnacles : Nice try Albert Einstein, not on this Tuesday afternoon-

——

[ask-team-bucciarati]

Giorno, have you tried entering a rollerblading contest? I can see you doing a performance to either whitney houston's "i wanna dance with somebody" or abba's "dancing queen". Maybe even "maniac" from the movie flashdance

I don't have time for that. But whenever I do have the time, I take Panni rollerblading, though he prefers rollerskating, so I go rollerskating with him instead.

-Giorno Giovanna

[dbzebra]

Goku, for the ask game

Why I like them - as Bulma said "its not just how strong he is, when you're with him you know everything is gonna be fine." and its the truth. When Im sad, I watch Goku and I feel better

Why I don’t - what DBS does with him

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - Transformed at Last, or turning SSJ3 against Janemba, or everything 23rd WT and Saiyan Saga, or so so so many other scenes

Favorite season/movie - All of them

Favorite line -- god so many!!

Favorite outfit - 59 jacket or the EOZ gi!!

OTP - Gochi

Brotp - Goku and Krillin!

Head Canon - Goku has some friends from the farmers market. they go fishing together sometimes!

Unpopular opinion - I dont see Goku as the super romantic type. he does little things but Chichi just loves it anyway. also he's not the sex fiend that some think either

A wish - I wanna see more Grandpa Goku with Panny

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - more DBS OOC shit

5 words to best describe them - the greatest of all time

My nickname for them - "the goat" if that counts lol

Thank you for the ask!!!

[nimedhel09]

SDBH commentary - episode 32 (spoilers ahead!)

Well, it's a weird time to do it, but each episode is less than 10min so whatever.

As always, prepare for rants more than anything lol. And random commentary.

- Power scaling is weird in SDBH........ IN DBS. I mean, it made more sense in DBZ? (Can't remember if the Buu saga was a mess of power scaling or not, but I feel like it was)

- Show me more of my psychopathic legendary husbando, please. Even if the animation is poop. Even if they made his face all roundish. And the noses weird (Girl, I hate the DBS/SDBH noses soooo much)

- Fuu created his new universe! And it's a tiny ugly thing, lol.

- Angy Monke fusion.

- Fuu being obsessed with his experimentation process, lol. At least he stays in character throughout.

- Lol. Towa and Robel going kind of magical girl on us with their "demon god" transformation hahaha.

- Demigra makes a move!

- Also, I hate the fights. They're soooooo booooooring. They lack dynamism.

- 🎶'cuz I'm frooooooooooooozeeeeeen! 🎶 (SS4 Gogeta and Fuu lol)

- Vados and Whis! Destruction kittehs! (aka the only good thing to come out of DBS, the series. Still waiting for that Broly slice-of-life on Vampa or even him joining the Saiyan crew on shenanigans. I'm waiting Toei! You cowards).

- Goku is confused. I'm confused. Everyone is confused.

Ok. End of episode feelings.

I don't like the fights. I need dynamics other than "ki! bam! screen shaking to show us that they're powerful!" over and over and over again. Give us the martial arts, DAMMIT!

As a former martial artist (because I've not practiced in a decade, shame on me), one thing I've always loved in DB and DBZ (well, until it changed into a big ki fest, lol, mostly in the Buu saga, I think? Would have to rewatch the Cell games to really see if there's fight-fight to go along the ki-fight) is the way that the moves were depicted in such a beautiful and dynamic manner. Look at the Garlic jr. film with baby Gohan, when Goku comes in and begins to fight the baddies. Gorgeous. Perfection. Magnificent.

What we've got in SDBH? Bleh. Uninteresting. For a series built on martial arts, the martial arts are kind of absent in most of the current material (DBS: Broly, once again, shows its superiority over anything done in the series until then, lol. The beauty of the animation and the MOOOOOVES. Damn, the fights were orgasmic in that film), which is a pity.

We barely saw my sadistic monke husbando, which is always sad. He's so beautiful, even with the horrendous noses and animation of whatever the hell this is (can you feel the salt?).

Still confused on what the heck Demigra is doing here.

Fuu is best boi. I think I like him so much 80% because of the original voice acting. It's perfect.

The plot is, as always, confusing or really badly exploited. Like, I get the anime is a small little promotional thing and that the animators and all the people working on it are paid nothing and put under lots of pressure, but it's tiring as a fan too. Toei, instead of greedily milking that cow till its death and giving us bad quality content should let the creators have the time they need to make a proper animation, build a proper story, pay them fairly and finally have the fans being as happy as they can be. Am I asking for too much? I don't think I am.

Another criticism that I will never shut about because I WON'T and I NEED: BLOOD. I need blood in this franchise. It's not made for children. It's not made for children. Ok, it's a shonen, its target audience is early-teen/pre-teen boys. SO. WHERE. IS. THE. FREAKING. BLOOD!!!!

Finally, WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CHILDREN????????? Again. the Xeno crew outside of (*le big sigh*) Veggie and Goku is left on the side because it's not enough to fan service or whatever the heck it is that they always give us Goku and Veggie. NO! Now they have to give us TWO Gokus and TWO Veggies. And, yes, I love the Xeno crew in its entirety. Xeno Goku acts way less dumb than main Goku (as he should, Goku is not dumb. Goku is silly and 100000% has ADHD, but he IS. NOT. DUMB. - another reason I hate 95% of DBS outside of the Broly film, lol) and the wholes Xeno crew is stunning. And I NEED MORE PAPA GOHAN AND PANNY, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase, for the love of all that is good in this world!

Anyways. I think next time I'm watching an episode, it's going to be with a glass of wine. Need to buy more white wine though, because we only have red left, and I HATE red wine (urk).

[rerowave]

googles “how does one try to talk to other people on tumbles without being a fucking coward”

[birdwonder]

Could I have Bucci's gang with a S/O who's always wanting to play with their hair? Just soft tingz😳💞 Please and thank you! (I think Tumblr ate this last time, so here's to hoping skckdk)

Bucci Gang | Playing w/ Hair Headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati

- As someone who clearly takes great care of his hair, Bruno is a little reluctant for anyone to touch his hair, but that's only an internal thought.

- It's absolutely impossible for him to deny any of your wishes and so once you ask, he rests his head on your chest as your fingers weave through his locks - which are a lot silkier than you imagined.

- He likes to read while you play with his hair, knowing he has no where to be later and can spend the rest of the day in your arms.

- It's a two way street too - he adores playing with your hair, if the texture allows it, and hold longer pieces in his palm just to plant a kiss onto the strands.

Leone Abbachio

- Leone acts a little high and mighty about it initially. Like he'd just openly consent to someone playing with his hair - have you met him ? He's not some softie.

- That whole act changes however when you're both lying in bed together, his arm around your waist and eyes shut, ready to fall asleep.

- Usually it's more than enough just to be in your presence for him to fall asleep, something about you bringing peace to his poor mind, but not this night. His face scrunches with every dark thought that pops up and naturally, you're concerned.

- So as an act of soothing, you drag your nails across his scalp gently, releasing the tension of his heavy roots from his head. A few strands twirl around your finger too and you hum a simple song to him.

- Before either of you know it, he's asleep with the faintest of smiles on his lips.

- When he wakes up, he refuses to admit he enjoyed what you had done for him or even acknowledge it happened. That being said, there has been a few occasions where you two have been in bed and he tilts his head just right for you to have perfect access to his scalp so you can soothe him to sleep.

Pannacotta Fugo

- Fugo gets stressed easily - every one who knows him is aware of that, and so as his caring and beyond affectionate lover, you've mastered the art of putting your sweet Panni to ease.

- While he rants and paces the living room, you can tell when he's close to his breaking point. His hands start to shake more than usual and his yelling is getting louder by the second, enough so that the neighbours will be able to hear soon.

- "Panna, hey-- Wanna maybe-- Panna !"

- His entire rant is paused and he turns to see you sitting on the end of the sofa, a finger pointing down at your lap. The sight alone makes a sigh of relief escape.

- In no time at all, his head is resting on your lap, hands moving around to accentuate every point he continues to ramble on about. Meanwhile, you're playing with his hair, twirling strands and moving it all out of his hair.

- The action is enough to make his volume lower and body slowly relax.

- Eventually you both catch each other's gaze and after you smile, he does so too. Words alone can't express how grateful he is to have someone who listens to him as you do.

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia's hair is a mess. Look at that scruffy bastard, he doesn't keep that shit in check and he hates having to take care of it really.

- You, on the other hand, love to take your best products and lather his hair and wash it out.

- He hated the idea at first but when he realised it meant potentially sharing a bath, he was all over the idea.

- You also brushed his hair for him, combing through it with either a hairbrush or your own fingers. Either or worked fairly well at times and like a cat who wants attention, his head sometimes bumps into your palms as he expects you to brush through his hair for hours on end.

- You wouldn't let him play with your hair though, he'd definitely mess it up.

Guido Mista

- "Take the hat off."

- "No !"

- "Mista, I mean it."

- He's so against taking off his hat for anyone, even you. You reckon it gives him an excuse to not take care of his hair since no one will see it. But you want to play with his curly locks and you will, if it's the last thing you do.

- While Mista, this grown ass man, stands on the other side of the room, pouting and huffing over your request, you hatch a plan to make this all work.

- "Say, Mista, how about you sit in front of me ? If you let me play with your hair, you can keep your head between my thighs."

- And you got him. Hook, line and sinker. He's pressing his cheek pressed against your thigh, facing away from you with the most smitten look on his face ever.

- His hat is soon removed and you're able to twirl and play with all his curls as much as you like.

Giorno Giovana

- Giorno's hair is so majestic you almost refused to touch it at first. It was so long, bright and perfectly braided . . . If you touch it it might turn to dust.

- A ridiculous thought, you know, but you were still so worried about messing it up.

- It wasn't until he caught you staring at his hair that Giorno smiled and beckoned you over.

- Once seated behind him, he pulled the band that held his braid together out and let his gold locks flow down his back, much to your amazement.

- You looked to him, waiting for approval which he granted with a simple nod. With that you began to play with his hair, feeling the softness between your fingertips, surprised how well-kept it is.

- As you play with his hair, Giorno melts into your touch and leans his back onto your chest. Being a Don is hard but if anyone can relieve the stress, it's you.

[sunatooru]

How about a headcannon where sakusa, suna, oikawa, kuroo are like big closeted pervs towards their s/o like sniffing their pannies and licking it, or jacking off with it, or jacking off to jus a pic of their s/o jus smiling. Their dating but they kinda hide their SUPER pervy side bc they don’t wanna worry u but you actually think it’s a big turn on when u find out

Every time I started writing I would space out thinking about how HOT this is, so here’s some snacks xx

~

Warning: post time-skip therefore aged 18+, minors dni, 18+ smut, underwear stealing, sniffing, humping and licking, characters masturbate and you catch them

~

Sakusa

* he really didn’t seem like the type who would be a pervert

* But something inside him struck when he met you

* You were beautiful, kind and you smelled amazing

* He couldn’t stop smelling you, you smelt clean and fresh

* He would always bury his head between your neck and shoulder to kiss your neck

* You just thought he was being romantic but really he wanted to inhale as much of you as a reminder, for when he’s alone but didn’t want you to know

* It was his turn to do the laundry and he feels compelled to sniff your used underwear

* He scrunches it up and inhales deeply, the smell of your cunt makes his cock twitch

* Fuck, you smell so good

* He palms himself over his joggers, pushing your underwear closer to his nose as he adds pressure to his bulge

* He grunts when he thinks of the way to struggle to take him inside your tight cunt

* He’s so into the memory, he doesn’t notice you watching him touch himself as he smells your dirty underwear

* “..Omi..” it comes out as a whine and he whips his head to yours

* You’re standing there in one of his tops, he catches sight of the underwear your wearing and strides towards you

* He lifts your head, watches the way your eyes are pooled with desire, constantly running down his body and his bulge

* He runs his finger over your underwear, the wetness coming through

* “Fuck...you smell so good” He gets on his knees and rubs his nose over your underwear

Suna

* Every little thing you do makes his heart and cock swell

* The way you bite your lips when concentrating, the way you smile and how serene you look as you sleep

* He’s taken countless of photos of you, always browsing through whenever he was missing you

* He liked knowing you thought it was cute when he took pictures, not knowing how you would react to the real reason why he needs them

* And today was one of those days

* He goes through his album of you, smiling softly until he reaches a picture of you sleeping, his thumb in your mouth that he sneaked in

* His stomach tensed at the way your lips unconsciously wrapped around his thumb, so sound asleep yet so pretty

* He spits in his hand before sliding it under his boxers, hand pumping his growing cock as he stares at your picture, gaze fixed on your lips as he applied pressure

* He bites his lip as he teases his tip with his wet palm

* Finger grazing his slit as he collects the pre cum, smearing it down his length and jerking himself faster

* “Fuck baby..” he groans, his hand holding the phone shaking as he pumps harder

* “So pretty...want to cum on that pretty face...”

* So consumed in the feeling, he doesn’t notice you standing before him

* “Rin...” he snaps his eyes to you, the fact you’re right in front of him makes his balls tighten

* He tries to slow his hand down, almost stopping if you didn’t place a hand over his

* “Don’t stop.” You command, slowing getting eye level with his cock

* You add pressure and continue his pumps, licking the tip and making eye contact with him

* “Cum on my face, Rin”

* He has a new addition to his album now

Oikawa

* He’s so in love with you

* Loves how you look, how you feel and how you always know what to say to him

* And then when he finally got to slip into you...a goner

* The way he would pull out and be covered in your wetness just made him dumb, and he just had to take a swipe with his finger and taste it

* Ever since then he needs to feel you and if you weren’t there then he needed to find a way

* So when you forgot your panties one day, soaked in your juice, he treasures it like crazy

* He never told you about it, hoping he could keep it to entertain himself

* And he was really needy today

* You were coming over in 5 minutes but he couldn’t wait any longer

* He bites his lips hard as he inhales the used underwear, rubbing it over his lips as he grips his standing cock

* He was glad he managed a way to keep the the underwear moist, inhaling it once more before wrapping it around his length

* He groans at the feeling, the material sticking a little to his skin, the cotton material softness always feeling like your tight walls

* He massages his other hand down his chest, nails slightly scratching I’ve this nipples as he fucks your panties faster

* “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

* His breathing gets sharper, the images of your face under him as you squeeze him, how unaware you are of all the things he want to do to you

* His head is clouded with images of you, the used underwear around his cock making him want to steal more

* He can hear your voice, a soft moan escaping and he fucks his fist faster

* But then he feels his tip being swiped at and he open his eyes to see you watching him use your panties as a toy

* He watches you bring your finger, covered with his pre cum, into your mouth, his throat tight at the sight

* “Tooru...keep going please...” you plead, crawling over him and kissing his lips

* “I’ll give you a new pair. Cum for me pretty boy”

Kuroo

* He’s so sweet to you, always holding your hand, making you walk in front of him and treating you with treats

* He loves everything about you and there’s nothing more he likes than seeing you laugh from his lame jokes and cry from his thick cock

* He’s a underwear thief

* He secretly hides them from you after he’s fucked you dumb, hiding it under the bed, cleaning you up and acting like he doesn’t know where it went

* He’s actually a little scared if you found out

* More scared about the fact he likes how they consume his senses - taste and smell

* He know he should control himself, but he forgot he stuffed you panties in his pocket

* He pulls it out and breathes it in, rolling his eyes back when it travels to his cock

* He grabs his bulge and rubs it, hissing when he gets to his tip and finally frees it from the constraints of his clothing

* He pushes your soiled underwear into his face, his nose and mouth covered by the material, eyes closed as he pleases himself

* He grips the base of his cock and slides his hand against it

* He sticks his tongue out and licks the material, groaning as he swallow your taste

* He strokes faster, his free hand coming over to push your underwear into his mouth, tongue gliding along it to collect your remnants

* He jerks his lips upwards you taste fills him, he quickly pulls the underwear out his mouth and holds it behind his cock

* His grunts, spilling himself onto the cloth, rubbing his load with his tip making sure to smear as much as possible

* “What are you doing?” He spills a little more at your voice

* He turns and see you watching him, cock in hand as he drenches your underwear

* He doesn’t know what to say and glues his eyes on the way you lick your lips

* “What are you doing...without me?” You walk up to him and pick up his cum, pushing it around

* You sit on his thighs, hand running over this neck and to his jaw, kissing his lips with a smirk

[iwannagohome1760]

Things i wanna see in anb!

Let me clear up that i’m not entirely sure if anb will have a season 3(and if they do idk when it will be posted or what content it holds-this is just what I want),but i’m hopeful!Anyways on to what I wanna see.

- KWAZII AND CALICO JACK SOLO!(totally not bc they’re my favorites) Listen,ik they have had a couple of solos already,but it would be lovely to see them Bond,plus cj def does not get enough screen time-like for a character with a so much potential-he’s seen so little.

- SHELLINGTON SOLO!!As a fellow autistic person,yes we need more of him.He is so cute and to hear him info dump ab some random species would make him and the rest of the community happy☺️

- MORE OF BIANCA AND THE CUBS-LIKE PLS-why is she one of the only important characters that doesn’t have a octo-watch??I love her sm!pls give her more screen time!(also has great potential)

- Calico Jack and Ranger Marsh meeting.No need to say more.

- Calico meeting Natquik.Again need i say more.

- More tracker:) I just like tracker and I think it would be neat if him and Natquik met up at one point.

- Barnacles and Dashi solo,like more father and daughter interactions plz.

- PERAL AND PERWINKLE!Like please-They are so cute.I would love to see them interact w/ kwazii idk I just think it would be fun

- MORE VEGIMALS!!They are super cute🥺-I would especially see them sing more.I just imagine them on a mission with Kwazii and Calico Jack and the vegimals are dressed up as pirates😆(and ofc they’d bring barnacles and peso for fun,not bc they’re reckless)

- Hear me out tweak and dashi solo.THE POTENTIAL-I can even😝

- I don’t really like paani(it’s probably just me but hearing his voice is unsettling-I really don’t know why😭panni is so nice but like I just don’t like him🥲)but it would be nice to see him interact with kwazii and/or tracker-pure chaos,love it😂

- Again hear me out-what if Calico Jack Drove the octopod-listen calico is known for have a crew and sailing a ship-having him drive the octopod is just a fun idea

- Get this Kwazii and the Junior agents.Need I say more😌

- Also,Kwazii and Captain Barnacles,iconic-we need more

- I would especially like to see peso more!Bc he’s super cute and tiny!

- Also the big three having an iconic solo-like Captain barnacles,Kwazii,and Peso doing a whole solo-i love it

I would be livid to see any of my ideas in an official episode-dude I would be happy to see my ideas in someone’s drawings/stories!

[fair-night-starry-tears]

“Try not to loose your heeaaad~!!”

Remember the lies now!

You thought you gotten rid of me

But I’m apart of the machines now.

And now you’re fallen into the weeds!

I hope you, had a little fun with your story.

Because, your happy ending will fade away!!!

The wip of the overblot gang! These are concept design takes and they will get better. And hopefully I learn to render and make them more cooler.

So whoever you wanna see get the hugest design pick the menace of chaos

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 2- Panic At The Disco

Intro: You head to the hospital as Paul’s life hangs in the balance and as you wait for news, you start to reflect on the early days of your relationship.

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: So, you migh recognise a few familiar names/faces in this as well- I can assure you this isn’t an Avengers/Diskant AU, just a way for me to pay tribute to a few of our faves…because, why not!

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

"All units, we have a possible 2-4-5 in progress at 4223 E Palm, South of Figueroa and 1st. Unit responding is requesting back up, 11-9-9, Code 3."

"Unit 613 responding, Code 3."

The call went out over dispatch and you felt a slight relief at the fact support was on its way. You took a deep breath, held firm, your weapon poised as your partner stood next to you. 

"LAPD, drop the weapon and come out with your hands up. We will fire." Officer Barton, a long time veteran on beat called out. "Panny, hit the porch."

You nodded and walked the short steps, bracing yourself against the stucco near the jam. 

"Come on Garcia, your old lady called it in, I have back up coming, bro. You don't want this to go down worse than it is," Barton shouted. "Don't make my Rookie work hard today, man."

Lights and sirens filled your ears and soon a second unit had arrived on scene. The suspect, now surrounded, soon surrendered, his weapon dropped to the ground as he came out of his home with his hands up. 

The second unit to respond to the call was helping Barton with the arrest while you headed inside to check on the girlfriend who'd called it in. She was beat up and bloodied, a bullet graze across her upper left arm. Paramedics were treating her as you wrote down everything she could tell you for the report to be filed later. 

You gave the woman’s hand a little squeeze as you promised her you’d be right back and headed outside where you saw Barton stood talking to one of the duty sergeants from the second unit and another officer who you hadn’t seen before.

"She's requesting an escort, both medics are male," You said to Barton.

“Okay.” Barton nodded. “You good to take it or do you want me to call back and request someone take over?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I’m good, I could use the overtime. It’s no problem.”

"Rookies, always looking for the pay out," Barton laughed at you and you snorted before you looked back at the house.

“Well, to be honest I wanna make sure she’s okay, she’s beat up pretty bad.”

"Yeah, well this isn't their first 240 but now, it's bumping to a 273D, if she keeps the chargers." Barton nodded. “Okay, go with her and I’ll file the initial report when I get back. You can add your details to it later.”

“See, we’re not always money grabbing assholes.” The officer you’d never met before turned his eyes to the sergeant who met his look with one of his own. “Some of us rookies are simply driven by our social conscience.”

As the two men looked at one another it was clear that the statement meant something, and you could probably take a good guess that the officer in question had also had his fair share of rookie jokes at his expense. It was part and parcel of being a newbie.

“Oooh I’m sensing a little bit of tension there, Barnes!” Barton looked at the sergeant who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“He’s a wise guy, thinks he’s funny.”

“I don’t think it, I know it.” The buzz cut man shrugged. “Why else does everyone laugh at me when I walk into a room?”

At that you couldn’t help a little chuckle of laughter as your eyes looked over the hood of Sargent Barnes' black and white and caught the name plate of the wise ass, before your eyes flicked up to his face. A pair of shades were pushed up on top of his shorn light brown hair, revealing a pair of blue eyes which were twinkling slightly with good humour. He was clean shaven with a strong jawline, and a pretty handsome profile with high cheekbones and a smattering of freckles over his nose. Two strong arms folded over a broad chest, as he stood tall, a good inch or so above Sergeant Barnes and a fair few over you. 

His eyes caught yours, a smirk curling in his lips as he clearly thought you’d been checking him out.

Which, to be fair, you had, and all in all, he was pretty damned hot.

"Don't I know you?" He asked, his hands unfolding from across his chest and coming to rest on his utility belt, either side of the buck.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head.

“I’m sure I do. I never forget a pretty face.”

You laughed at the blatant pick up line and looked at Barton who was watching, his eyebrow raised. You shook your head and turned back to make some sly quip of your own before the medic interrupted the exchange, telling you they were ready for transport. You nodded before once more switching your attention back to the three men around you.

“It’s been a pleasure, gents.” You smiled, nodding to both Barton and Sergeant Barnes before you turned to look at the other man. "Diskant.”

He feigns a pain to his chest with a hard slap of his right hand over his heart. "Uh, you do know me! That hurts."

“Read your name tag.” You shrugged and with that you turned and left.

The red and blue lights of the black and white bouncing off the concrete exterior of UCLA Medical Centre as you arrived brought you out of your memory. Officer Weiss opened the door for you and escorted you inside where the waiting room had been cleared and you were met with the somber faces of not only Captain Biggs, but Paul's Captain, Sam Wilson. But what brought your world crashing down on you for the second time that night was seeing your own Captain, Steve Rogers, waiting for you. Wilson had to have called him in.

"Steve," your voice quivered as your Captain and friend wrapped an arm around you. Sam, too, pulling you close. "What...." you couldn't even get the words out, each syllable choked back by the closing of your throat, sobs threatening to escape. 

"We don't know, not yet. The call came in as an officer down, unit in pursuit. Medics arrived and called in code blue, 10-45C GSW to the neck. As soon as they arrived he was wheeled into emergency surgery," Captain Biggs explained. 

The air left your lungs at the news and you near hit the floor, both Rogers and Wilson catching an arm, and had you been more with it, you’d have clocked the worried look that your Captain shot Sam. He'd known you since your training at the academy, his eye on you for SWAT from the get go, and never had he seen your lose control in such a way. You hadn’t on the job, not once. It was something you prided yourself on.

Biggs grabbed a chair from the wall behind him, where a dozen lined the sterile white space, and allowed you to flop into it. Your hands were shaking, legs bouncing on the balls of your feet, the tore up converse you’d slipped on squeaking a little on the clinical floor. You’d dressed in such a haste, your skinny jeans being grabbed straight back off the top of the hamper for you to put on, one of Paul’s hoodies being pulled on over a tight camisole. Whilst you hadn’t given a single thought to what you were wearing, clearly your subconscious had wanted to be near him, and you were glad as you pulled the dark grey item round you tighter, breathing in his smell. And you were reminded of the first time you were able to really be close enough to smell his cologne or deodorant, a smell that was uniquely Paul Diskant. 

It was Friday and your shift had just finished. It was the first time your rest days had fallen over a Saturday and Sunday, and you were making the most of it. A few from your team were heading to Jack's Bar for a few beers and, you suspected, a lot of shots and probably karaoke later, apparently that’s how your team nights went down.

You’d been there a few hours and your rounds had all gotten out of sync, as was always the case when everyone had had a few, so you stood up to head to the bar to get yourself a refill, cringing at the cat-screeching masquerading as singing which was ringing around the room. You found a space, placing your empty glass on the smooth wood of the bar and stood waiting for the bar tender. You hadn’t been there long when someone sidled in next to you, their elbow lightly brushing your arm and you glanced up to see the handsome, buzz-cut officer that had attended the 273D you’d dealt with in the week.

“Did you bring your cuffs?” He asked and you frowned, looking at him.

“What? Why?”

He jerked his head over his shoulder in the direction of the woman singing, “because she’s murdering Shania Twain and whilst she may feel like a woman, personally I feel that as police officers, it’s our duty to prevent crimes of this nature.”

You groaned out a laugh, “Jesus, you’re terrible”

“My name isn’t Jesus, but give me a chance and I’ll make you say ‘Oh God’,” he shot you a wink, “how’s that for terrible?”

You laughed and shook your head, cocking it slightly to one side as you studied him for a second. And then, you decided on a little joke of your own. “It’s Disco, right?”

He groaned, dropping his head in a dramatic sigh. “Diskant. Come on, you read my name tag, remember?”

"Diskant."  You shrugged, "Close enough."

He chuckled, nodding to your drink that was down to the foam at the bottom of the glass, "what are you drinking?"

"Beer," you replied.

"Any beer? Or..."

"The Heff," you nod to the taps.

Diskant waved the bartender over, "Jack, can we get another round, one for me and one for Officer...."

"Y/L/N."

"Officer Y/L/N. Whatever she's drinking."

"It's Paul by the way," he smirked at you while dropping some cash on the bar top as Jack returned your beers.

"Thanks for the beer, Disco," You winked and walked off to join your partner and the rest of the shift team.

“Woah, it’s like that? I buy you a drink and you bail, without even telling me your name?” He scoffed and you turned to look at him over your shoulder, giving him a smirk.

“Yeah," you shrugged, and when you turned away you could feel his eyes burning into your back.

Later, you saw him laughing in a full body tilt, eyes crinkled and his smile exploding. His partner, whom you'd recognized again as Barnes, had said something ridiculous causing the table to erupt.

You headed to the bar and ordered a round of shots for your team and another beer to chase it. But sent one over Paul's way, with a note on the napkin.

When the waitress took the beer to him, she placed the napkin down first, making sure he saw the scribbled note.

'Now we're even. - Y/N'

You watched as he read the note, a huge smile breaking over his handsome face and he turned, bright eyes searching the bar. When they fell on you, he arched his brow and raised his beer in thanks. You gave a sharp jerk of your head to show you’d seen and turned back to your team.

From then on, he was a persistent little shit. He'd somehow figured out your shift patterns, catching you in and out of the doors to the station as you'd be coming off shift and he starting his. Barton liked to give you shit for it as he'd always walk with you out, calling Diskant "your lost, little puppy-dog" and the unit were quick to catch on. It was all in good fun, until one day, you'd worked a tough shift; chasing down a couple of suspects and catching yourself up on a fence, gashing your arm good. Medics treated you at the scene, but told you that it required stitches. You finished you shift anyway and like clockwork, there he was walking in as you were out.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?" He'd expressed concern as your face was blatantly displaying your discomfort and mood which wasn’t great.

You were tired, irritated and in pain, now that the day was over, you wanted to just go home, so you seemed to snap in reply, "What the hell is it gonna take for you to just go away?"

Your response took him back a bit as he raised his hands in defense."Whoa, relax," his voice was soft and careful.

You sighed and stepped out of the way of the different people coming in and out the doors. He followed. "I'm sorry, that was shitty. It's just been a really long day."

"It’s okay, I get it. Look, I'm off today, I was coming in to get some stuff I left in my locker. I'm sorry if I've crossed a line somehow."

You thought to yourself for a moment. He hadn't crossed any line, not one that made you uncomfortable. You had your own reservations about dating someone from work, but it wasn’t like no one else did it, hell, half the entire force seemed to be married to one another, and if you were honest, you were actually kind of attracted to him and you found his flirty way of things to be fun and you liked it.

“No, you didn’t, like I said, bad day.” You shook your head. “I gotta head to the clinic for some stitches, and if I’m honest, I’m not a huge fan of needles so...."

He frowned “you hurt yourself?”

"Got hung up on a chain link chasing a perp through an alley. Finished the shift with the bandages from the medics, now I gotta take care of it."

"Do you... errr...", he moved out of the way of someone leaving the building and scratched the back of his neck, "do you need a lift up there or something, I got nothing else on."

"I could use a ride, sure," you shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Okay, well gimme two minutes to grab something out of my locker and I’ll be with you in a second.”

You headed out of the way of the various traffic in and out of the station and perched on the low wall that surrounded the parking lot. True to his word, Diskant emerged a few minutes later, sliding his shades down from his head to his eyes, a bright pink gift bag in his hand and for some inexplicable reason, you felt your heart sink at the sight of the item in his hand, it was clearly for a woman.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You asked, nodding to it as he stopped in front of you. A smirk crossed his face and a brow arched over the top of his wraparounds.

“Is that your way of asking me if I have a girlfriend?” He quipped and you hastily shook your head, lying through your teeth.

“No, I was just…making conversation. Besides, you might be gay for all I know.” You finished lamely and he snorted.

“Well, I’m not, and it’s for my Mom. It’s her birthday tomorrow and she’s a pain in the ass for finding her presents in my room or wherever I hide them. That and I actually only picked it up yesterday and forgot about it.”

"None of my business." You shrugged and at that he sighed, looking down before he glanced at you, chuckling.

"You asked, sweetheart."

The pet name had you feeling a little warm around your neck. Thankfully, Diskant then led you to his car, the conversation moving swiftly onwards as you explained in a little more detail how you’d gotten your injury. By the time you’d finished you were out of the parking lot and had joined the steady stream of traffic on the main road.

“You should count yourself lucky that it was only your arm.” Paul mused, his thumb tapping the steering wheel. “One of the first shifts I ever did ended with the guy I’d been partnered with straddling a piece of razor-wire.”

“Ouch.” You winced and Paul wrinkled his nose.

“Lot of blood and screaming.” He sniffed. “Mind you, every cloud and all that, he said it would save him and his wife a fortune on a vasectomy.”

You blinked before your mouth fell open in disbelief and you scoffed, shaking your head. “Bullshit.”

“I swear down…”

“Don’t believe you, Disco.”

“Well, I’m offended on two counts. First that you think I’m untrustworthy and second you know that’s not my name.” He shook his head, hanging a right.

You shrugged, “I like it, it suits you.”

“I used to get that all the time at school.” He shrugged, “fucking everyone used to sing that damned D-I-S-C-O song in the halls.”

“Okay, now that’s in my head.” You smirked, and you opened your mouth to sing but he cut you off.

“Just, no.”

You laughed and took a deep breath. “Well, if it makes you feel any better my team call me Panny, short for Panic. On account of the fact I never seem to.”

At that he snorted, “yeah, I’m not calling you that, that’s, fucking awful!”

You let out a low chuckle, “Y/N’s fine.”

“Mind you,” he stole a quick glance at you before his eyes went back to the road. “Panic at the Disco, not a bad band.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little. The conversation flowed with little interruption or awkwardness and once you arrived, your time at the clinic seemed relatively fast. You'd figured he'd left as you'd said goodbye to one another when you'd entered the clinic but to your surprise, and catching you a bit off guard, he was still waiting. 

"You didn't have to wait." You smiled at him and he shrugged.

“How else you gonna get back for your car?" His eyes flicked down, noting the clean wound and stitches in your forearm.

“Uber?” You shrugged and he paused, before he took a deep breath.

“Okay, you could have but my mom taught me never to leave a lady in need of help.”

"I was in there for an hour," You chuckled.

“Yeah, and now I’m kinda hungry, are you hungry?"

“Diskant…”

"There's a little place I know where we get some great quick food."

"And if I say no?"

"I'm a gentleman and no is no, I’ll take you back to the lot and you get in your car.” He paused, "and then I'll go home and weep into my pillow as I deal with your rejection."

You laugh loudly, genuinely amused, "fine, take me to dinner."

"Woah, I didn't say anything about dinner. I said food."

"Fine, food, let's get some food."

With a grin he gestured for you to lead the way and you headed out of the medical centre back to his car.

It turns out the place he’d been meaning was the Santa Monica Pier. And the food he had in mind was hot dogs and fries, which suited you absolutely fine.

"Alright, I gotta hand it to you, this is a pretty good hot dog and the beer isn't half bad," You tilted back the drink and smiled. "But, it doesn't beat Coney Island."

"Never been," he shrugged, "so I'll have to take you at your word."

"What else do you take me for? Obviously, you're swindling your way into something."

"I resent that accusation, Y/N."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just suckered me into a date." You teased and he paused, turning to face you. “And, seeing as you said that was what it would take to get you to leave me alone…” “No, this is not a date.” He cut you off, shaking his head.

 “Hmm, just the two of us, you bought me food, pretty sure it counts as a date.” You wrinkled your nose, your tone flirty and Paul shook his head once more.

“Nope. Absolutely not. There’s a vital element missing.”

“What?”

“I haven’t kissed you.” He signed dramatically. “So, I’m afraid that if you want me to count this as a date then you’re gonna have to lay one on me.”

“Oh my God-“ You burst out laughing, “You are-“

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, Y/N!”

“So, to be absolutely clear, if I kiss you this counts as a date?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Well,” You popped a shoulder, stepping a little closer to him, your eyes flicking from his to his lips, “what the hell.”

You brought your lips to his, a littler firmer than you'd thought but the feel of his mouth against yours was soft and in a way delicate and as you began to pull away, his arm looped around your rib cage and pulled you back in for a longer, deeper kiss that if you'd been honest with yourself, made your stomach tilt and your toes curl. The way his tongue dipped into your mouth was delightful, the salty hoppy taste of the beer and fries you were sharing still an essence in his mouth. 

Breathless, you pulled away, “You gonna leave me alone now?”

“Not a chance.” He chuckled and leaned in again for a third kiss. 

"Y/N..." the voice calling out to you was familiar but your head was pounding and nothing but a fog had filtered over you. Tearfully coming out of your memory, you looked up to see Dorothy, Paul's mom standing before you, her husband Jim in the background talking to Sam. 

"Hi," you croaked and stood from your chair. She immediately wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry... I didn't..."

"Its okay, Jimmy called us after Sam had called us both." She tearfully explained. "We came as soon we'd heard." She nodded to James Barnes, Paul's former beat partner who was talking with Jim, Sam and now Steve. 

"Dotty, I... I'm scared." You cried and she took hold of you again. Together you cried until Jim came and hugged you both, his eyes tearful but his demeanour strong. As a force veteran himself, Big Jim Diskant knew all too well how these things could happen but never did he want to believe it'd be his own son wounded in the line of duty. 

Barnes was quick to hand you a tissue and you accepted with a sad, soft smile in thanks. "He's gonna pull through, doll. Just you watch. You can't get rid of him that easy."

Your quivering lip turned to a wobble until you saw the doctor emerge from the double doors that led into the body of the hospital. His scrubs were bloodied and you feared the worst as he called out, "family of Paul Diskant."

The world around you felt like it was moving at a snail's pace, your stomach in your throat as you, Dotty, Jim and those there to comfort you all made their way to the doctor. 

"We've moved him into the ICU. He's critical, however, I'm hard pressed to say stable. He's not out of the woods yet. The bullet hit his carotid artery which supplies the brain, face and neck and while we were able to remove it, he's lost a lot of blood and I feel it's best to keep him medically sedated until some real healing takes place. That's all up to him on how long that will take and how his body works. Unfortunately, until he wakes up, we won’t be able to determine if there will be any long lasting damage due to the loss of blood to the brain. You should know, we nearly lost him once during the procedure and I know he coded twice before arrival. He's a fighter, that's for sure. For now, he just needs time."

"Can we see him?" Dotty asked, the words not able to leave your lips. 

"You can. One at a time," the doctor replied. "ICU rules. I can take the first of you up with me now."

Dotty very quickly turned to you, "go on." You looked at her like a deer in headlights. Jim nodded in agreement with his wife. 

"Follow me," the doctor nodded to go with him and as he did, he handed you a small plastic bag. "We had to cut it off. I'm sorry."

He placed the bag containing Paul's St. Christopher medal in your hand. It was covered in blood, no doubt from what had happened and the weight of it felt heavier than it ever had before in your hand as you joined the good doctor on the lift up.

It had been a month into your relationship when your parents decided to head out for a week trip to New York, your dad making good on his promise to treat your mom for their anniversary. That meant that you and Paul were playing house for the week.

After seeing them off, you'd proudly tidied up and made sure you pampered yourself before your date night to kick the week off. Fridays post shift were usually spent at Jack's but, you were off and Paul and Barnes were already day shift, as if the stars had perfectly aligned for tonight. Your gut was telling you that after a month of heavy, very heavy petting, absolutely breath-taking make out sessions and a few down the pants moments, tonight just might be the night things would change for the two of you. And if not tonight, then hopefully while the two of you were shacked up for the next five days.

A few hours of primping, preening and a ridiculously relaxing bath, setting fire to that very diamonds and pearls side of you, you picked out your nicest lingerie, a little all black set of bra and panties that hid lines well in your selected sleek black dress. Paul had said the two of you were going for a nice dinner, and he promised it was truly a nice dinner, not like the last he'd said was nice and you two laughed your way through burgers at the Beach Hut. He was going to pick you up at five, and you needed to be ready.

Punctual as always, your doorbell rang and there he was, duffle in one hand, flowers for you in the other. He always brought you flowers on your dates and you loved the old fashioned in him that clearly was a product of his parents love story.

You smiled at him from behind red lips and smoky eyes, your hair down and straight. "Hey! Thank you!" You took the outstretched flowers and welcomed him in. 

"Wow," he whispered, getting the full view of you as he stepped inside the doorway. "Sweetheart, you..., wow."

“You said nice... so if you’re taking me to some dive, Disco, when I’m dressed like this there’s gonna be trouble.”

"I promise, it's nice." Dropping his overnight bag next to the stairs, he followed you into the kitchen as you put the flowers in a vase. You turned from the island and his lips were on yours. "You do look beautiful, but if you want to get into trouble, I've got my cuffs in the car." 

You didn't miss the fire in his eyes and the feeling between your legs. “I thought only bad girls get the cuffs?”

"Maybe we should see how bad you can get."

"You're gonna have to feed me first."

“Damn, you drive a hard bargain.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck, "You think that's hard, you should..."

His finger covered your lips, "don't, don't finish that sentence or we'll never make dinner. THAT I can promise."

You smirked and pulled away from him fully, grabbing your hand bag off the entry table, "I'm ready, let's go."

The meal was divine, expensive and rich in place and taste, you dined on steaks and lobsters, Paul pulling out all the stops for such a new relationship and start of a fun weekend. You didn't mind, but you also knew that you'd have been fine with something simple too. 

"You know you didn’t have to spend so much, I’d have laid on my back for a sub," you sighed contently as he drove you two back to yours. 

"Well, in that case, fuck it, next time it's Subway."

"Is that what this was? You buttering me up so I'd sleep with you, Disco?"

“No, that’s...” he stopped and shrugged, “did it work?”

All you did was smirk back at him. From then, until tires skidded into the driveway, Paul drove at lightspeed, making a snarky comment about needing a red light for the dash or wishing he was in his squad car because he couldn't get you home fast enough. You were barely in the door before he was all over you, hands tangled through your hair, you kicking your shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. His strong arms and big hands lifted you off your feet as you clawed at him, your legs wrapping around his slender waist while he carried you up the stairs. It was a mix of breathy sounds and lots of tongue until your back hit the lamp at the landing stair, causing it to tilt, and the bulb to break. 

Shit," Paul cursed against your lips. 

"I'll get that later," you replied, continuing to fight for dominance in your kiss. 

He managed to get you to your room, but your pace slowed down as you entered, the heat lowering to a simmer unlike the two horny teenagers you’d both been in the stairs and hall. Your toes curled into your plush carpet as he set you down. Breathless and chests heaving, you kissed each other softly and slowly as your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, trying to hide your nerves. Your nails raked down the chest of his crisp white tee he wore underneath. You could feel his heart under your palm. 

Your eyes looked into his and you saw deep and beautiful blue pools staring back at you, a soft twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. He took a half breath and his lips covered yours, his tongue slowly rolling over your top lip to pull you in. It made your stomach drop in need, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to close the space between you. 

His big hand splayed over your right ass cheek and held you there against him while the other hand cupped your face. If anyone were to walk in, they'd think you were one person, the two of you were so close to one another. Then you felt his hand trail over the curve of your backside, closer and closer to the start of your zipper. You felt your dress grow looser as he pulled the little metal piece over the teeth of its track. 

His lips trailed over your skin, and you could feel his heart now racing through his pulse point in his neck. Your eyes met his as he pulled away a second, "me too," You whispered.

A breathy chuckle left his lips and you pulled your dress away from your body, allowing the fabric to hit the floor. You felt naked despite the bra and panty set, his gaze taking all of you in. By no means was this your first time with a man, but it was your first time with Paul, and so far, you'd never felt or experienced anything like this and he wasn't even inside you yet. It was like your skin was on fire from the inside out, all of your nerves firing at once, causing everything to tingle and your breath to catch as your heart threatened to leap from your chest. 

His foot stepped between yours and he placed his hands on your hips, gently backing you into the bed, his lips sealing with yours, your hands holding his forearms to steady yourself. His hands cradled you as the two of you fell into the mattress, his body covering yours, his lips traveling down your neck and nipping at that sensitive spot that made your panties pool and your thighs clench. Your hands shoved the material of his button down over his shoulders and, as his lips carried on toward the swell of your breasts, he flung the shirt wherever it landed.

You smirked as he figured out the bra you had on was front closure and with a snap your breasts were freed. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he said with a tone you'd never heard from him before.

He had his mouth on you before you could reply, your skin flushing and that twist of stomach igniting with pleasure. His hot tongue lolled around your nipple before suckling it between his teeth and giving it a little pull. You moaned as he pulled away, your fingers scratching at his neck. He smirked against your other breast as you arched into him, his free hand running over your hip and behind you to palm your ass as your leg lifted and bent a knee at his hip.

"I....oh God," you purred as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked, alternating between your breasts. "Fuck, I... Paul, please."

He sat back and ripped his shirt over his head, adding it to the pile. You could see he was solid from your foreplay and you knew the size he was packing. Your stomach twisted in anticipation. 

"Please... What?" He said softly as he left hot, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh. "You know, for a trained police officer I would expect you to have a little more self-control, Baby.”

"Shut up..."

He nipped at your thigh, and you moaned obscenely, your muscles twitching. "You gonna tell me what you want?" He nipped again, higher this time. "Or.."

"I need you."

“I asked what you want...”

"Fuck me."

Quickly he was standing, undoing his belt and pants while pulling a condom from his back pocket. You laid there amazed and in awe of the thick muscles of his entire body, the bare chest and tight abs he had on display. You'd seen his thick and full length before, hell, you'd even put your mouth around it but now, all you can think of is how it would feel deep inside you. Your eyes watched him with a hunger you could feel coursing all through you, the way he rolled the latex circle down his shaft and kneeled toward you on the bed. 

He pulled at your panties, peeling them away from your body, your legs lifting to remove them fully. You were soaked as he tested your folds, slicking the head of his cock. It felt so good already, you were squirming by the time his head dipped inside you. He caged you in with his body as he pressed into you little by little until you were both moaning at the perfect fit as he became fully seated inside you. His St. Christopher medal dangled between the two of you as it ghosted across your chest. 

Your hand gripped the medallion as you gave a gentle pull, his lips barely touching yours, "I said fuck me, Diskant." You sealed your words with a hard kiss, nothing but tongue inside his mouth and his hips snapped, again the two of you making lewd sounds as your bodies joined together.

He broke away from your kiss and thrust his hips forward again, slowly pulling out and snapping back in. It was blissful torture, your body experiencing each movement as if it were new. Your walls continuously contracted around him, giving him a pressure around his cock. It was a tight fit, but not painful, not uncomfortable in any way. Your eyes and his never broke away from each other, only lashes kissing cheeks as you would close your eyes for a kiss. 

With a deep, intentional roll of his hips, his lips moved across your jaw and neck, settling near your ear. "I love you," he whispered. 

You gasped as you felt your body react, "Oh fuck!" You moaned, your orgasm coming out of nowhere, tightening around him hard. 

"Fucking hell," Paul moaned as his hips sped up, until he was spasming inside you, his seed filling the barrier. 

He stilled while inside you, pulling out and slipping away with a soft kiss, only to come back cleaned up and pulling the sheet over the two of you. He curled his body around yours, your bare skin against his chest, his hand entwined with yours as his lips kissed your tousled head. "You're amazing."

You turned to look at him with your tired but happy eyes, "did you mean it?" 

A soft smile splayed over his features as his eyes twinkled a bit, understanding exactly what you were referring to. "I was being ironic, as I was, literally loving you." He took a pause and leaned in for a sweet, all lip kiss. "But hypothetically... if I did mean it..." 

You grinned, “then, hypothetically I’d say I love you to."

He chuckled and quickly pecked you again before settling in behind you for sleep. "Good to know."

The bell to the lift beeped and the doors loudly opened, bringing you to the present. It felt like everything took forever since you'd received Captain Biggs' call. You followed the doctor down the hall and after a sharp left, he showed you the doorway to Paul's room. 

As you stepped inside, your heart shattered. The first thing you noticed was how small and pale he looked there in his bed. Paul wasn't a small guy, in fact he was six feet of thick muscle and hard strength. A built frame that loved to wrap itself around you any chance he could. Your firm and well taught body fitting like the perfect piece to him. You swallowed hard as you stepped forward, closer to the edge of his bed. There were so many wires, so many leads hooked up to the various machines that ensured he stayed in his medicinal sleep and keeping him alive. A tube for the ventilator was in his mouth and down his throat while monitoring equipment measured his vitals, IV lines and pumps full of medication surrounded him, a feeding tube was stuck in his nose, and not to mention the various drains and catheters. You found yourself cursing all the episodes of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ the pair of you had watched as you weren't sure if you'd rather not fucking know what the hell they all were. 

Despite the sick symphony of beeps and blips on the screens, the only sound you heard was the sound of his heart rate on its own monitor. A steady, morbid mantra reminding you that he was there but not really there with you. 

Gone were those beautiful blue eyes you loved waking up to each morning or staring deeply into as his pupils, lust blown with deep passion, love and desire stared back you while you made love. Hiding behind an ugly plastic tube were those pearly whites you loved seeing when he smiled or laughed with his whole body, his cheeky grin missing. Silent was the voice that would make your heart skip its beats, your body ignite, that would meet your voice in reply, 'sugar'. 

You held back the sob that was choking you breathless and you sat in the chair beside his bed, facing him. Your warm and soft hand took hold of his, and you were broken at how cold he felt. 

As you looked up for some form of help to the heavens above, your eyes looked back at him and you gave a breathy, shaky sigh, "hey, Stud."

***** Part 3

[daisys-gard3n]

Hello! I'm a Fugo's simp and for a long time I have been fantasizing about giving him a blowjob. Thinking of his cute shy moans and him blushing makes my day. So could you write some headcanons or a little scenario about it? I just think the strawberry boy deserves more love 🥺 (I'm cis female, she/her)

Strawberry Red {Fugo x Female! Reader}

| you always liked how fair fugo was, it was easier to see how red his face got when you teased him |

Your tongue inserted itself into Fugo's mouth, urging his tongue to play along in the wet kiss. One of your hands ran through his strawberry blonde hair as comfort while you kissed him messily, the sound of your lips and tongues together wet and very loud in the empty room. Fugo sat there, his hands clenched at his thighs and his eyes squeezed shut as he trembled slightly as the new feeling. He let out small muffled whimpers into your mouth, eventually gaining the courage to place a hand on to your thigh and squeezing it while he let you take control. Your other hand was at his inner thigh, grazing along his pants casually as your fingers ghosted over the forming tent occasionally.

You eventually pulled away, mixed saliva stringing from your mouths and grew thinner with distance. The young man panted heavily, his purple eyes hazed over with lust and a bright red flush blooming on his cheeks. It was extra noticeable with how fair he was: you always loved teasing him or watching him get worked up, his ears would turn bright red and following his cheeks afterwards. It was adorable on him, you love the way he turned red like a strawberry.

Recently, after dating for two years, Fugo wanted to take things to the next level. He wanted to be more intimate with you, but he was more or less scared of the idea of intimacy. You knew how Fugo felt about sex, either explaining it biologically or feeling uncomfortable with its existence. He told you about what happened to him and his Professor, getting almost assaulted by him definitely left an ugly scar on his psyche. He cared for you a lot and wanted to extend his love to another level, he expressed his feelings to you like that one night and you offered to take it slow. So far, you've managed to help him overcome heavy kissing and petting sessions. He's been more courageous lately as in touching your body during the make out sessions and asking for your touch. He's growing more comfortable with the idea and you were proud of him trying.

"(Y-Y/n)..."

"Hm? Something wrong?"

"I...Wanna try something." Fugo regained his breathing slowly, those strawberry stained cheeks still retaining that rudden bloom and his gaze focused on you. His hand reached out for yours on his thigh, making a bold move to take your hand and place it on the forming tent in his pants to make you grind your palm into it. He winced and bit his lips, bringing his softened amethyst gaze and very noticeable flushed cheeks towards your gaze and asked softly. "Can...You touch me here?"

"Are you sure that's what you want? You know I wouldn't pressure you into anything, Panni."

"Yes...I'm sure. I can handle it."

"Alright, just remember you can tell me to stop whenever, okay?"

"Mm." The strawberry-blonde nodded his head in confirmation. You couldn't say no to Fugo, especially when he was looking at you like that with such need and those adorable strawberry-red cherub cheeks. Plus he asked nicely, so who were you to say no to him? You pulled yourself away from your boyfriend and got off the bed, bending down onto the carpeted floor and sitting on your knees as Fugo turned his body towards you so that his legs were caging you in. You slipped your fingers underneath the band of his pants, asking him politely to lift his hips up for a moment so you could properly pull them down to his calves. You could see clearly how Fugo's cock was straining against the thin material of his black thong and was pressing up towards you, wanting to be freed. You carefully placed one of your hands over the tent, lightly starting to massage it and watched carefully as Fugo's eyes widen and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as a way to silence himself. His hands clawed on the bed's comforter, his hips automatically responding to the much-needed touch by bucking forwards in hopes of getting a little bit more stimulation. You could feel yourself grow more excited as you watched Fugo's feeble attempts to be calm, he just looked so adorable to you that you couldn't help but tease him for the fun of it. You placed a bit more pressure, leaning down to his bare thighs to place kisses on the tops and sides of his fair skin.

"Ngh!"

"Hm? Something wrong, Panni?" You batted your eyelashes while gazing upwards, unable to fight the urge to smile when you witnessed Fugo trying not to stutter while keeping his hazy eyes on your every movement. "Y-You keep teasing me, (Y/n)...Ah, fuck!"

You ground your palm a bit harder that time, resulting in his hips bucking forward.

"Well, you're just too cute. If you don't want me to, just tell me what you want me to do." You ended your sentence by suckling on the side of Fugo's thigh, leaving a quarter-sized red mark that would surely turn purple soon. The strawberry-blonde let out a whimper, his grip on the comforter growing tighter as he squeezed his eyes shut out of desperation. "P...Please touch me...W-Without it on."

"Without what on?"

"...Underwear...Take off and touch me...P-Please!"

"Alright, please lift your hips up for a bit Panni." You hooked your fingers underneath the elastic of Fugo's thong, pulling it down once he lifted his hips to let the fabric follow suit with his pants. His cock sprang out, slapping lightly against his abdomen and stood proud with its angry red tip leaking drops of precum that dribbled down the sides of the veiny shaft. You were too excited not to start, to wrap your hand around the tip and smear his precum around the shaft for easier maneuverability. The strawberry blonde let out a gasp, his mouth agape and his hips pushing forwards for more to encourage you to go in. Fugo slapped his hand over his mouth, biting onto the skin of his fingers to silence himself from moaning at light touch you were providing for him. His gaze begged for you to continue, to continue to stroke his sensitive cock and use how you pleased.

"You okay?" You asked, gently wrapping your fingers around the shaft and proceeded to lightly pump him, only providing that ghostly touch until he gave you the okay.

"...Y-Yes...You can go."

You grasped him firmer, pumping his cock at a steady pace while occasionally going to the tip to collect more precum to spread around. Your eyes would occasionally peer up at Fugo's face to see his expression: his eyes were closed and shoulders tensed, refusing to let out any sort of voice by biting his fingers to silence himself, and that adorable strawberry flush on his fair and freckled skin. Your boyfriend looked so adorable, but you were trying to control yourself from just ravaging him. You didn't want to scare him off or make anything uncomfortable, he's already trusted you this far so why would you ruin it now? Your other hand went to his balls and started to massage them, sparking a reaction when he jolted at the touch and accidently let out a soft moan. A grin formed on your lips as you giggled. "You don't have to be shy, it's just us. No one's gonna hear you but me."

You were right, Bruno and the others were off doing some mission while both you and Fugo were forced to stay back to do paperwork (because Fugo flipped out and almost murdered a target they needed alive and you weren't supposed to injure another target). They wouldn't be back for a while and you saw that your boyfriend was stressing out from his stack of papers, so you offered to pull him into his bedroom in HQ and help him out a bit. You swore it was just going to be kissing and petting, but you were happy it managed to get to this point. You were about to blow your top with stress soon enough and this was a perfect thing to get your mind off of the menacing stack of paperwork back on your desk. Fugo's eyes opened back up, directing themselves to the side while he took his fingers away from his mouth to answer you.

"I...It's still embarrassing...You looking at me like that and...Your touch is s-so...Warm."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"...N-No."

"Do you like it when I look at you while I touch your cock?"

"Y-Yes-hng!" He twitched when you decided to firm your grip a bit more, feeling his cock throb under your touch made the excitement pool in between in your legs. As he continued to twitch and moan under your touch, feeling foreign experiences take over his body and his guard coming down as he asked you to go faster than you were. You managed to build up a moderate pace, managing to get him riled up to the point where his subconscious took control of his body and bucked his hips forwards to fuck himself in your hand. His strawberry-blonde hair ruffled and parts sticking to his heated body, his purple gaze hazed over with lust and staring at you with such adoration. You wanted to try something, to push the line a bit. You stopped for a moment, to which a cute whine groaned in his throat, and cupped one of his cherub-red cheeks in your free hand.

"Panni?" You cooed softly, your boyfriend's attention turned toward you as he panted lightly. "Do you like being touched?"

"M-Mm-hm." He nodded, your fingers combed through those strawberry-blonde colored locks as you spoke to him calmly and gently. "Do you want me to try something different? I'll still be touching you, but it's a bit different."

Fugo nodded immediately, his lust not allowing him to take a second to think it over with the chance of more pleasure on the line.

"You can always tell me to stop, you know that?"

"Y-Yes."

You pressed a kiss on on the top of his forehead before going back down on your knees. Making sure you had nothing in the way, hair or any piece of clothing, before licking a long wet strip up the underside of Fugo's cock. He jolted, letting out a louder moan than before and his hands automatically went to your shoulders to grip onto them. You looked up, at him: "Are you okay?"

"M-Mm...P-Please continue."

You flattened your tongue, letting it guide through the underside of his cock once more all the way to the bright red head, feeling the texture of the veins throbbing out and tasting the mild precum - Fugo was one of the few who ate pretty healthily, since he was around Giorno and Bruno most of the time unlike the heavy drinker and smoker Leone, or the foodies Mista and Narancia (when he wasn't getting beaten half to death for getting a problem wrong). Your tongue flicked at the tip of Fugo's cock and proceeded to run back down the other sides to get it slick enough for what you were going to do. Your boyfriend looked like he was in heaven, being so reactive to your touch since it was his first time getting licked. You were curious and excited to see what his reaction would be for the next activity, not being able to wait anymore by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and pushing it into your mouth until you were almost at the base.

"A-Ahh!" Fugo's grip on your shoulders tighten, his head tilting back as the feeling of your hot and wet mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. More blood rushed down and he felt his end coming near. Your tongue wrapped around the base of his cock, slithering upwards as you hallowed in your cheeks and pulled back, letting go with a wet pop that was in-sync with one of Fugo's loud moans. Diving back down to suck him off, bobbing your head back and forth to give his poor cock some much needed attention to give him a good experience. It felt so divine to Fugo, feeling your tongue run against the veins of his cock until he could feel the back of your throat just barely, the warmth of your mouth that tightened with each suck riled him up, and the way you would look up at him made Fugo feel like he was on cloud nine. He let out a string of curses in Italian in between his groans and moans, his hands eventually crawling into your (h/c) hair. You knew what was coming next, you managed to brace yourself by gripping onto his thighs before Fugo's subconscious took over his arms and started pushing you down his length until your nose was met with the groomed patch of strawberry-blonde pubes at his lower abdomen. He was bound to cum soon, this was probably his natural reaction.

Fugo's head was tilted back as he let out throaty moans, using your throat as his personal pocket pussy. He was getting a bit more tense as he searched for his own orgasm on his own, little disregard for you. He'll probably be able to dominate you somewhere in the future once he got the practice in, you couldn't wait for it. For now, you let him do what he wanted with your mouth as you felt his cock scratch the back of your throat, going underneath with a free hand to massage his balls that were heavy with his release. He's probably not a heavy masturbator, considering his situation. Fugo pumped his cock relentlessly into your mouth, feeling your hand massage his balls underneath helped stimulate his oncoming release. His pace grew more sloppy and rapid, his words becoming nothing more than garble and cuss-words. His eyes shot open as his orgasm ripped through him, pulling at your hair and you forcing yourself down on him so that the hot ropes of cum ran down your throat - mild as you thought, so it wasn't bad to swallow - as he gasped for air. You pulled your mouth off and got up to Fugo's eye level, his post-orgasm expression was just too adorable. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth slightly open and panting with a bit of drool running down the side of his mouth, and those adorable strawberry-red cheeks that were so vivid against his fair skin. It was totally worth it to bring him back to his room today.

"Fu?" You called out, your hand stroking through his hair to help him calm down a bit. His automatic response was to nuzzle into your touch, making you smile a bit. You brushed some hair out of his face and pressed a small kiss on his lips. "You good? Need some water?"

"N-No...I'm fine."

"That's good. You did great! Now, let's get your pants up and go back to work before we get scolded by Buccellati again."

"Ah...But, what about you?"

"Hm?"

"Your tights...They're wet." He pointed out, making you stand up straight and look down towards your light-colored tights you wore for the day (because you knew you were just doing paperwork) and indeed saw a prominent stain on the front. You knew these things were cheap because you got it for like a dollar, but hell, were you really that turned on? You smiled at Fugo, shaking your hand in dismissal. "Oh, you don't have to worry. I won't force you to do anything you don't want, and we just did something so you must be a bit tuckered out."

"But...What if I want to?" The young man asked, his arms snaking up to grasp at your legs. His deep purple eyes staring into yours with intent, somehow making you nervous a bit (despite just blowing him now). "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure..." His fingers traveled up the outside of your thighs, carefully tucking themselves inside the waistband of your tights as his eyes asked you if he could remove them. "You can teach me...Right?"

[melancholytimes]

So last night I went to watch Encanto with my mom and brother. We went to watch it in theaters it's my first movie since the panny so it was a big deal to me. I weeped for a lot of it because I'd just started my period.

Anyways I absolutely loved it. I'll be screaming below. Spoilers below the cut (duh)

I cannot express how much I loved this movie.

First I'll start with that short that played at this beginning. What an excellent visualization of how generational trauma can manifest with those raccoons.

So yeah on to Encanto.

first of all the music is excellent. the visuals were amazing. the animation was so beautiful the hair the skin wow. from what I understand they're supposed to be Colombian and the skin tones and hair textures are so diverse and different its fantastic. (I know basic diversity) oh also I just realized that a cast of poc stayed human the whole time!!

okay on to the story the main character Maribel is the only one in her whole family without any kind of power and shes kinda ostracised for it. there is a whole ceremony where the house is supposed to give them their gifts and shes the first one to not get one out of 7 people. the movie starts with the youngest about to get his power but since maribel was the last to go there is an uncertainty if he'll get a power but he does.

maribel tries too hard to be viewed as helpful, useful, special even without a power. she sees cracks in their magical house that was built out of the magic from this candle that their abuela received after their abuelo died sacrificing himself to let their village flee the raiders.

okay okay I'm giving a synopsis and I don't wanna. okay actual feelings now

the feelings that are brought up throughout the whole movie are so valid. the generational pressures that are passed on are so visible. abuela hammers home how they need to be worthy of the gifts and help the community and they do, they do wonderful things for their community and build it up.

the first "crack" we see comes with luisa. i LOVE LOVE LOVED her song. first off she was big and strong but still sensitive and feminine. her song was about pressure and guilt and bearing the load of being strong all the time (I was crying during this) (also side note the donkeys during her song were so excellent). so yeah she was so burnt out from feeling like she had to be strong for everyone else. poor gal needs a nap and therapy.

okay so bruno bruno poor guy. i love him so much. the gift of seeing the future is something i'd never want. during the song "we don't talk about bruno" people were complaining about his visions like they were bad things but they were very normal things. that ladys fish died that guy got fat. like of course that happened those are regular elements of life but even isabella and delores their fortunes weren't necessarily bad things and they did eventually come true. also him and the rats were too much. i could scream about him for days I think. just know I love him that's all for now.

now to Isabella first of all damn that eldest sister stuff really is powerful huh. so she was supposed to get married to this guy from town to continue the family madrigal. however during her song to maribel she says she doesn't want to do any of that. her power is to grow flowers and shes always blooming beautiful flowers but during her song she blooms a cactus and it sparks something in her. she can make beautiful things that aren't perfect, things that are odd shaped and pointy and unexpected and those things can still hold beauty. also shes giving very lgbt all the sisters are tbh but especially her...i'll move on

okay as much as I loved maribel and her sisters the character that actually really touched me was pepa. her power was that she could control the weather but it was based on her emotions so if she was happy then it was clear skies but if she was upset there could be a hurricane. whenever we saw her and she was getting upset and her little storm cloud would form she'd try to calm herself and brush it away by force. the lesson with her I think is to feel your feelings. we can't always have clear sky days and its okay to let ourselves rain every once in a while. let the storm come because there are rainbows after every storm. the thing i loved too was that her husband loved her in all her weather and throughout he was trying to show her that (great now I'm crying about it)

omg this post is so long. if you've read this far forehead kiss for you.

okay on to the resolution

so the lesson to learn from this movie is that it takes all kinds and that no one is more or less special because of a perceived gift and that we should feel our feelings and that we should let others help us and not take on too much and also that grandmas can give everyone headaches lol..jk sort of. the pressure abuela put on everyone because she thought they needed to deserve their gifts so that they could keep their house came from a place of fear and it really shows how generational trauma can manifest itself one, two generations down the line. she was so afraid from losing her old home and her husband that she pushed her family.

okayokay I'm done for now. i will probably rewatch at home and i'll definitely have more to scream about

oh also I absolutely loved the community coming together to help them build their house. that made me weep a lil too

omg also MARIBEL GOT HER DOOR. it the front door to the house. shes the glue