#sorry i'm in my “write whatever the fuck you want ^^” era

[kneelingshadowsalome]

omg what’s cabin!konig? new koooonnnyyy unlocked

Yes, König comes in many forms and he always wants to knock you up. But!

Cabin!König is particularly designed to breed, and he’s very vehement about doing just so.

Hauls you deep into the Alps and shoves you inside this cute cabin that looks minimalistic and weather-beaten on the outside but insanely adorable on the inside. There’s a fireplace and a broad, sturdy hardwood bed (for the purpose of you know perfectly well what...), indoor plumbing for your convenience, an electric oven for you to bake him cookies and pastries (traditional Austrian ones if you wish to pamper and spoil him) and a lot of authentic 19th-century art on the walls, next to the ropes and traps and cast iron pans and pots and wicker baskets that hold woollen blankets in case you get cold.

But you really don’t get a chance to get cold, do you? Because König is on and in you every chance he gets. Man's got a plan, and he has always implemented his strategies and completed his projects with a frightening amount of energy, commitment and willpower. You wake up in the morning to his heated cuddles and soft whines, knowing that you’re about to get taken from behind – again. He’s soft and slow at first, cuddlefucking and spooning you like you’re the best thing in his entire world... but you know it’s all just a warm-up. The thrusts get deeper and more intense as the morning session goes on, until both of you are fully awake and König gets into his full breeding mood. It’s the same thing in the evening, but this time, he’s on top and looks you deep in the eyes as he makes love to you while your toes curl and point to the ceiling. Nothing but the fireplace and some candles lighting the cabin with flickering, warm tones: he’s a romantic soul underneath all that callous soldier’s discipline.

During the day, König has many responsibilites outside: he has to fix the roof of some shed and walk the perimeter to check that no one has found their way here, that no one is disturbing his mating season that lasts from May till August. You know nothing about his hikes, but he has even set bear traps all over the place, and not for the purpose of catching bears…

He of course tempted you here by saying you deserve a holiday and that the mountains would be a good, non-stressful environment to finally try and get you pregnant. He has been talking about wanting to have babies ever since you met: actually, he brought the subject up on your first date - to your horror and intrigue - wanting to know if you would ever want kids and if you were in it for the long haul because he was sick of dating just for some shallow, casual fun.

You could never have known that you would get folded into a mating press every day after only a few months of your acquintance, but here you are: getting stuffed full of potent cum every day, multiple times per day, because König has decided that you are the perfect wife material and the perfect mother for his kids.

He can come off as a little too intense, even rough at times, but he is in fact a very gentle lover and offers impeccable aftercare. His hormones are through the roof here in this sweet little cabin with his sweet little future wife-to-be. König is fully in his element when he gets to walk in the brisk mountain air and then come “home” to the delicious scent of warm buns or apple pie, to the sweet scent and feel of you.

Cuddles you after sex like it’s equally as important as the deed of getting you pregnant. He’s not just trying to apologize for being so needy and urgent with you, he’s actually bonding with you everytime you have sex. It’s like a ritual for him to hold you close and take in your soft panting and warm cheeks after he just made you cum no less than two or three times. You’re still not sure if this is a good idea, and you’re not sure if this man is even completely sane… But he sure as hell is adamant in making you feel good, providing for you and giving you the best sex of your entire life ❤️

[vvanessaives]

me realising that to continue the mbfw au fic i will have to write fenix kissing and loving someone else

[rabbitsrams]

I'm just leaving a request for when you get to it absolutely no rush but pls more lunch club schlatt im feral for him

absolutely anon <3 i love this sm!! will be about meeting him at a party the m*sfits (unfortunate) were hosting in los angeles circa early 2020 era <3

i've written a lot about lc schlatt a lot already but idgaf i love writing more <3333 this turned into a whole fic hehe

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

you were dragged along by a friend who was invited by their friend. because they had to go to a huge youtuber party and you weren't gonna let them go alone.

the house is HUGE, wasn't a surprise that you lost the group as soon as you went inside. you decide to wait by the drinks on the off-chance someone you know would show up. none of your friends did, but someone else did.

out of all the creators you watched who were at this party, you were a casual fan of jschlatt's content. you were around when he did a face reveal, shocked that he was this cute guy your age instead of a 45-year-old man (it's the voice, sue me).

even in the darkness, you recognized him. you were too stunned to say anything as he grabbed the only water bottle in the area.

"you, uh... you want anything?" he asks. that voice. that voice you've only heard through headphones was now two feet in front of you. you shake your head.

"i, uh, i don't feel comfortable getting drunk at a party where i don't know anyone." you say, looking down at your hands.

"fair enough. uh... ah fuck, i got the last water, 'm sorry."

"i-it's fine," you take a deep breath. "uh, a-are you jschlatt? your voice sounds really familiar."

he chuckles. "yeah..."

"oh wow," you laugh. "i knew it."

it's silent for a moment before schlatt pipes up again. "d'ya know anyone here?"

"i came with my friend, who is nowhere to be found. their friend apparently knows whoever is hosting and got us in."

"ah," he takes another sip of water. "you can't find your friend?"

you shake your head. "whatever. they'll only find me if they need a ride home. i don't care anymore." you grab a can of beer and walk away from the drink table, trying to find a quiet place to stay. schlatt follows you for a moment before taking you to his room upstairs.

it's a breath of fresh air. the music is muffled and schlatt's temporary room is spacious and (mostly) clean. he invites you to sit on the bed with him and you continue your conversation from earlier. he's actually a lot nicer than you expected him to be (considering his online persona). and he's even cuter in person.

soon enough you find yourself leaning in to kiss him. he's a bit nervous and doesn't kiss you back.

"sorry. i, uh, never kissed anyone before." he confesses.

"that's okay. i've only kissed one other person and it's been a while since that happened." you say. that makes him relax a little. he cups your cheek and leans in, hesitantly pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you pull him closer, moaning softly as you put your hands in his hair. he whines.

you pull away. schlatt's face is tinted red and hints of your lipstick are all over his lips. "i, uh, wow..." he murmurs. you smile, moving closer and straddling him. he's already rock-hard underneath you. "s-sorry..."

"oh my gosh, don't be, it's okay." you grind your hips down, feeling his dick twitch in his jeans.

"h-honey, please... 'm gonna... b-bust. w-wanna do it i-inside ya..." he whimpers. you nod, removing your dress and panties. he kicks his jeans and boxers off. he leans to the left, opens a drawer and takes out a condom.

"oh thank god, i was prepared to go out and ask for one," you giggle. schlatt doesn't respond, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. you ease yourself inside him, and before you can start moving, he groans loudly.

"fuck, 'm so sorry."

"did you..."

"yeah."

"oh."

"w-wait, i don't wanna leave you hangin'," schlatt says. he helps you lay next to him. "can i touch you?"

"y-yes... please..." you whine. he coats his fingers with your wetness before slowly sliding them inside you. you clench around him, whining as he begins thrusting them in and out of you. he rubs your clit with his other hand and before long, you're coming all over his fingers.

"fuck, that was... so good..."

"yeah? it wasn't too, uh..."

"totally fine. uh, we can always do it again, dunno how long you'll be here but um... i can give you my number."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

after you both clean up and get dressed, you exchange phone numbers. the party is slowly dying down. your friend texts you that they don't need a ride so you leave. as you drive back, you get a message from schlatt, already eagerly asking for your next meeting.

[minniiaa]

Sorry if this seems repetitive but I haven't been active on social media in yearsss

Is it true that there's a lot of lawlu hate on tiktok and Twitter? I'm so confused because there used to be so much love for the ship back in 2017/2018 from my perspective (Amino era).

The short answer: yes and no. Let me start by saying I'm not the best person to answer this since I purely consume on twitter. I made my personal twitter in 2007 like it's everyone I've ever known irl and has nothing to do with shipping or hobbies and I follow approx 0 accounts related to anime, manga, or lawlu. I just looked up lawlu a few times and browsed and suddenly it's my whole fucking timeline and there’s no going back and now I have a lawlu twitter (This makes me very happy).

So if anyone else has an opinion on this that is more in the community, please feel free to comment away. Otherwise, below are my observations.

First off, there IS a ton of love for the ship. Most of what I see is beautiful art (they got the nsfw ayo), memes, fanfics, and headcanons just like tumblr. There are tons of comments of people swooning over these posts, Lawlu IS one of the most popular OP ships after all.

There's just a vocal minority that are very against the concept of shipping and in that subset there are those who are very against Lawlu. There people out there that will literally list accounts to block that ship lawlu or write lawlu DNI in their bios. The same can be said for other ships, it's not just this one it’s any they deem a ‘pro ship’ (problematic ship) and Lawlu is generally considered one of these. Below as is an example:

The biggest issues I’ve seen with Lawlu are the following 1. luffy is aroace and cant be shipped period 2. law groomed luffy and the age gap is gross. IMO I think most of these people are just infantilizing Luffy as some goofy autistic kid that doesn't know what love and sex are when in reality he's very self-aware and happy does not equal stupid. Also he's 19 he’s not underage. He met Law twice when he was 17, one of which was saving his life as a doctor and Luffy was unconscious most of this time. Let's not forget Luffy's a war criminal kicking the asses of people 4x his age in a pirate world, age doesn't really work the same as irl.

BUTTT Not that any of this matters because you can ship whoever the fuck you what because guess what? It's ~fiction~. I could rant about how people can ship whatever the hell they want all day but I'll save my breath for now. (my opinion of course)

Also there are just mentally ill people who enjoy telling others to kys if you like something they like do. Lawlu shippers are just their chosen target demographic. Creators get foul messages in their inboxes, rude comments, just general hater behavior. Twitter is just a firey cesspool and all fandoms have 'fans' who do nothing but hate. We live in an age of negativity where being a hater is the cool thing to do.

HOWEVER, I see more people posting about why those people are wrong and stupid than the actual negative tweets but maybe that's because I actually support the ship and the algorithm sees that. Not sure how twitter works, nor do I want to know about that dumpster fire there's a reason I came over to tumblr.

As for tiktok, I don't really consume a lot of tiktok so I can't speak on it besides seeing cosplayers and cute animations/art. I'll leave that to the tiktok people to look into.

For argument's sake, I went through the lawlu tag and picked some lovely tweets to share with you so you can see the toxicity for yourself. Sadly only 10 images per post but I think you get the point. Thanks for the ask hope this was informative. :)

[yuurivoice]

Laying in bed having a think.

As I try and tackle three intertwined (four? fuck) narrative stories more meticulously than I've crafted any of my narratives thus far, I find myself making several realizations.

BitterSweet is a product of me being at several mental low points but failing upwards. BitterSweet wasn't even intended to be a real narrative, but rather an introduction to Seth then sort of a choose you own adventure, listen to either "path" type thing. When the story revealed itself to me it was very exciting, but I was just going episode to episode and seeing where I'd end up.

Chapter 2 had more planning, a pretty defined outline, and was executed just about to perfection. I think 2 is probably the strongest in terms of knowing wtf was going on and seeing it through.

Chapter 3 is one I feel deeply conflicted about. Plans had to change on the fly multiple times. The scale got out of hand. I was on the struggle bus and only managed to write an episode two at once. It was a mess. We hit some high marks, and some of my favorite performances are in there, but there's this dark cloud over it for me. It's a shame, but it got done.

I can see really clearly how my struggle with my mental health, ADHD, etc. played significant roles in hindering me. So on one hand, I'm thrilled that I was able to make something cool that so many people appreciate and enjoy despite how challenging it was. On the other hand...there's a lot I wish could have been different.

Those wishes have informed many of the choices I'm making now as I tackle Shattered and Echoes, as well as BitterSweet and the unnamed thing. I'm not hitting the big red launch button until it is complete. I've never done that. But I want my writing to be tighter and more cohesive. I'm lucky that making shit up as I went and hitting the broader strokes I knew were there worked out as well as it did, but also I've tripped over myself a time or two.

As ambitious as I'm trying to be with weaving these stories, I want to make sure that when you step back and look at the big picture, it makes sense, but is also really fucking dope.

That's my hope.

This next batch of work is going to be special for me. I'm in my medicated era, but I'm working with a lot of the bones put in place by a version of me that was operating well below capacity.

Reading those first drafts I wrote last year was humbling. God they were bad. Frustratingly so because when I took a hammer to it, what I cooked up in significantly less time on the second draft was so much better than what felt like I had to pull teeth to accomplish before.

I try and tell myself not to look at all of my work through that lens of "I could have done so much better" but it's frustrating. I've gotta cook with the groceries that version of me brought home lol.

It boils down to this. When these next projects launch and the dust settles, I don't want to be glad it's over. When I finished BS3, I breathed a sigh of relief because it felt like I just got out of a year long brawl.

When I finish these projects, I want to be proud. I think that's the conclusion I reached. I was not proud of my work, because it was tainted with compromise and frustration that outside factors fucked with several aspects of it.

So I'm trying to prove to myself that I can do better than that. For myself. I've shaken off the frustration that I'm an entire year behind schedule. I've committed myself to completing it all before it sees the light of day. I've streamlined the process. I really tried to set myself up for success.

When I was struggling I'd cut every corner, I'd phone it in, I'd toss out ambitious ideas for the sake of just being able to call it done.

There's a lot less of that happening now. I'm able to at least try and hold myself to something resembling a standard. Now I just hope I can execute.

Thanks for reading. Sorry about all of whatever that was.

[just-my-type-x]

Heey, for Colby's request, can u write an imagine about y/n being in her slut era and also include Brad and Dylan? Like she's an actress or a singer and has been hoeing around, but Colby starts getting feelings for her and gets angry at her for being with other men?

Unholy

I had too much fun with this one

Colby smut

Dylan moves his hand on my leg, moving it from my knee to my ankle. My legs are on his lap, while I'm seated next to him. I run my hand through his hair to steal his attention from his convention with a friend to me. He faces me and looks directly at my lips, before his sleepy eyes meet mine. I lean in and peck Dylan's lips.

"What's that, y/n? Are you a second grader?", he mocks me so i get up from my seat and take his hand, pulling him towards a dark hallway where we can be alone from all the people in the club. Dylan presses me onto the wall, his big hands falling on my hips, pinning me flat, as his lips kiss my exposed chest. The low cut of the dress gives him enough access to leave bruises and his mouth travels to my neck, up my jaw and finally to my lips. I grab him by the waist, pulling him closer to me, feeling his boner pressed on my area, making me crave more of him by the second. I bite his lip and pull at it, earning a smirk from him. Dylan grabs me from behind the neck with one hand and presses our lips back together harder, the kiss getting even more heated, our gasps filling the echo of the hallway.

"Let's go to your place", i say while kissing down his neck, my hand traveling down his abs, to the belt of his jeans, slowly unbuckling it. He let's out a loud breath as my hands slowly unbutton his pants.

"Mhm, let's go babe", Dylan grabs my hand and puts his t-shirt over the unbuttoned jeans. We hurry through the crowd of people, but i trip and hit someone, causing a drink to spill.

"For fuck's sake, I've just gotten those", the man shakes his head looking at the broken glass and spilled whisky.

"Colby?", i ask surprised

"Oh, y/n, what the fuck are you doing here?", he laughs and we hug.

"Oh, I'm here with Dylan. You know i told you we were going to hang out soon", i smile and grab Dylan's hand to come greet Colby.

"You mean bang soon", Colby greets Dylan and they hug, tapping on each other's backs

"Is there a problem with that?", Dylan asks and Colby shakes his head.

"I don't see why there would be any problem with that. I'm happy my friend is living her life finally.", from what's recognizable because of the darkness and few neon lights, Colby fake smiles at the both of us.

"Hey, stop it, you know each other for a long time now, no need for this type of discussion", i tell them and put a hand on Dylan's chest, which he takes and kisses the back of my hand, looking deep into my eyes

"True, I'm waiting in the car, baby. Don't take too long tho", Dylan waves goodbye to Colby and manages to come out with half a smile, while Colby just waves and puts his hands into his jean pockets.

"Baby? What's that?", he asks me and i just roll my eyes at him, smiling

"Can't we use cute nicknames even if we're not dating?"

"Whatever. Haven't seen you in a while. How's the album going?", he changes the subject and I'm glad he does it

"Almost done. I know i haven't been around much but i was also a lot in the studio -"

"With Brad yeah", he cuts me off and crosses his arms at his chest, looking somewhere behind me. I roll my eyes.

"How come it is ok for you to fuck around but it is not when i do it? I'm finally single after a long time and i really want to enjoy myself. You didn't seem to complain when you were fucking me"

Colby looks me dead in the eyes and let's out a tired sigh. He raises his hands in defense and takes a small step back, as much as the people behind him allow him to.

"You're right, i really enjoyed it and it's not fair for me to judge that,I'm sorry. I just miss you."

"i miss you too, Colby, but I've been busy, you saw that as well. Putting aside my sex life, thank you, which I'm sorry you haven't been a part of in the past 2 weeks. You just weren't around", i shrug my shoulders. "How about you come by the studio tomorrow? At 2pm?"

He let's out a sigh and looks again somewhere behind me. "Brad's there, right?", i nod

"We produce my songs together. He's part of my team of songwriters and he also produces a few of my songs. So yeah, he is there."

"Ugh, fine, just because i really want to spend some time with my friend too, not just Dylan and Brad.", he rolls his eyes but he giggles. We hug and wave him goodbye, before managing to leave the club.

~~~

I hold Brad from behind the shoulders, my chin resting on top of his head as he replays the song I've just recorded. We vibe to the slow song and i kiss his cheek when a cheesy lyric comes on.

"I know i inspired you to write this song, you have to admit it at some point", he looks up at me and i peck his lips.

"Maybe, in like... 50 years?", i walk around the chair and sit on his lap, moving a curl from his forehead. "When you won't remember me anymore", i joke and cup his face to kiss him, both smiling into the kiss, as his hands grabbed my ass and positioned me better on him.

"Hmm, I'll give you like one more minute", he leans in and deepens the kiss, my hips rocking into his. We left quiet moans and stop all of a sudden when we hear a knock on the door. Brad falls back on the back of the chair and i get up from him to go open the door. I see Colby standing in front of it with a bag of McDonald's and a big, wide grin on his face.

"Thought you guys were hungry, so i decided to bring you some food", he greets Brad and gives me a hug, making sure he pecks my lips one time. For a second I'm shocked that this happened, but Colby was the first one I've kissed once i was single and he was the one that made me want to explore this side of me. I've always seen Colby at parties with other girls, leaving with them and then coming later that night back home or even in the morning. We've been friends for a lifetime and it was very hard when i got into a relationship to keep up with the constant fights with my boyfriend because i was living with Sam and Colby. Tho Kat moved in, and I've had my own room always, it didn't make a difference. I offered to move in with my boyfriend into an apartment, but he also didn't want that because he didn't want to settle with me. So we came to an end a few months later, months that felt like agonising years of constant yelling and no relaxation whatsoever. When we broke up, i got home and expected to stay in bed, demoralised and feeling bad of that happened, but instead, Colby and i found ourselves in a heated make out session after a few "celebration" shots. We quickly found the way up to his room and whenever we had time or were alone, we would have fun together wherever possible. Of course, none of us ever mentioned the idea of a relationship, because both of us seem haooy with what we have. He kept on seeing other girls and well, even if they're a different from time to time, mine happen to only be Brad and Dylan, which have also been really old friends of mine.

"Thanks, mate, i didn't even realise what time it is", Brad takes a sandwich and i take another one, sitting next to Colby on the couch. We talk and we laugh and i look at Colby who seems very different from last night, when he didn't like the idea of me having Brad around. He smiles, jokes around and actually has a conversation with him. I take another bite from my sandwich and Colby puts his arm around my waist, pulling me on his side. I look at him and he brushes his nose over mine, kissing my temple.

"Well you're in your feelings today", i say and put the food away to drink some water

"Not true", he lies and we're very aware of that.

"I'm gonna go make a phone call real quick and also give you some space. I'll be back", Brad winks at me and leaves the room. I get back on the couch and sit on the side so i can look at Colby. He looks back at me and his smile slowly fades away.

"Come here", he puts a hand on my cheek and brings me closer to his face, kissing me passionately. I grant him access immediately and his soft tongue brushes over mine slowly, none of us hurrying the moment. I lean backwards and i pull him by his t-shirt, getting him on top of me. Colby rocks his hips into mine and i moan and the pleasurable friction between us.

"Gosh, how i missed this", i whisper, unable to speak out loud. He groans in response and takes off his t-shirt, while i trace his abs and tattoos. I bite my lip, flashbacks of previous rounds of sex coming in my mind and i grow eager to receive more from him. He unbuttons my jeans and takes them off along with my underwear, throwing them away in the room. His eyes scan my bare bottom half and his eyes turn dark with lust. Colby licks his lips and comes down between my legs, licking a few lazy stripes on my core, collecting my arousal and building up my pleasure. He flicks his tongue over my clit at a steady pace, making my legs spasm every once in a while when he reaches a very sensitive spot. He smirks and grabs my thighs firmly, keeping them in place while nibbling at my clit a few more times.

Colby takes off his jeans and reaches for the condom in his wallet, rolling it on his length, getting between my legs and slowly slipping his dick inside me. We both gasp as it goes deeper and deeper, a moan escaping my lips when he's fully in, already touching a the right spots. He starts thrusting in me and a slow speed, adjusting to my tightness and making sure he doesn't hurt me.

"Fuck, y/n, oh my God, you're incredible", he whispers in m my ear as he hovers over me and puts one of my legs around his waist. I scratch his back and try to muffle my moans into his shoulder, biting it. Colby thrusts harder, the skin slapping noise turning us on even more. He cups my breasts and kisses them, licking my nipples and sucking every now and then on the sensitive skin. "You're so fucking mine", he groans as my lips find his, my hands in his hair and pulling at it, while his hands pinned my hips down as his thrusts get faster.

"Fuck, Colby, just like that", i lean my head back, his lips attacking my neck and focusing on the sweet spots.

"I'm so close", he buries his head in the crook of my neck and i nod, putting my other leg on his waist too.

"Me too", i say and he grabs the armrest of the couch and starts pounding into me, hitting my g-spot until my legs shake uncontrollably as my orgasm hits me like a wave.

"oh fuck", he bites my shoulder to cover as much as possible his loud moan as he bursts inside the condom. Colby gets up and slowly exits me, taking the condom off and wrapping it in some empty food package. We get dressed and i motion him to come back next to me. I hug him and remain like that for a few moments.

"Oh how i wish we would take our usual aftersex nap", i chuckle and he does the same.

"We can, let's go home", he offers.

"I still have work to get done", i motion my head towards the laptop with the list of songs I have to record.

"By the way, where's Brad? Wasn't he supposed to be back?", Colby asks and gets up from the couch. I frown.

"He knows we're fucking, he just gives us some free time.", i shrug my shoulders. "It felt so good, i missed our sex", i give him a tired smile.

"Then let's do it more. Y/N, i hate the fact that you have sex with them too. You have no idea how bad it pisses me off", Colby throws his hands around

"What? You can't say that, you do the same thing, with more girls may i add"

"Because i knew you weren't going to settle for me once you got single again."

I open my mouth but don't say anything. He is pretty much right. I didn't need another relationship right away.

"I just can't stand the thought of anyone finishing you and touching you and having you moan underneath them", Colby comes back to the couch and zones out

"I'm sorry i didn't know about what you've been feeling. You should've told me.", i grab his hand in mine.

"Can you please, at least consider, dropping out of your slut era?"

"I've been out of my slut era since you called me yours ten minutes ago. There was no going back afterwards."

"Oh shit, i did say that.", Colby laughs and i lean in to kiss him. He kisses me back and then kisses my forehead, pulling me into a tight hug. "Finally. I'm so stupid for not owning up to my feelings"

"No, you're not, just don't own up to your feelings with anyone else please", we both laugh and we hear the door open. Brad grins at us and sits back in his chair.

"Ready for round two?", i walk towards the recording booth and turn around to Colby

"Always", i wink at him and he laughs. I shake my head and put on my headphones.

[moongothic]

Tbh I wanna see crocodile fight someone so we can see how strong he is because the last time he’s gotten in a real fight was in marineford. Does crocodile have haki? Does he need it at all to survive the new world? Like with most of the relevant pirates knowing haki, retroactively or otherwise, it’s kinda hard to gauge what he’s capable of

Anon I am so sorry I'm gonna go slightly off-topic/become deranged because I've been thinking about writing a whole ass post about this very subject and now you just gave me an excuse to word vomit incoherently instead. So I'm just gonna do that. I'm so sorry

(Hey won't you look at that I actually came back and edited this so it's vaguely legible and there's like a proper point to my thesis lmao)

Also I am. So sorry. For how obscenely long this got. Holy shit I have no idea how this happened I am so sorry

I can not put into words just how badly I want to see this man have an actual, proper 1-v-1 fight with someone. Oda, for the love of god let him fuck up someone, please, I c̵͍͛r̶̢͠a̴͕̾v̷̠͆ḛ̶̐ ̸̤͝t̷̟̋h̷̳̓ḙ̵̀ ̷̱͌b̶͓͑l̸̦̚ô̶̠ȯ̸͇d̴̲̕

No for real though, the one, true, proper 1v1 we ever saw Crocodile have WAS with fucking Luffy and like, to be fair they did fight three times, but still, during Summit War? Sure we see him exchange a few blows but it's never a proper 1v1 because we keep on cutting from one thing to another and the opponents keep on changing etc. So there was no time for a proper battle with anyone

So out of principle alone I want to see him have a proper fight with someone (who isn't a Strawhat preferably) at least once before the series ends (though honestly if we could have more than just one fight scene with Crocodile I would not complain at all, but I might be asking too much at that point)

But also yes. I want to know Croc's actual Power Level in the story right now (and I don't mean that in a powerscaling-kinda way, just in a "I want my husband to look cool because it's what he deserves" kinda way)

Like. The Crocodile we've seen in the past absolutely under no circumstances deserves the fucking unit of a bounty he has on his head right now. And I mean, to be fair Buggy doesn't deserve his gigantic bounty either, canonically the numbers don't matter or mean THAT MUCH-- They just reflect what the WG thinks a person is worth, not the true level of threat the person actually poses But also. Croc's bounty has literally gotten like 24 times bigger from his OG pre-Shichibukai era bounty. To be fair, according to trivia his OG bounty would've at least doubled had the WG known about Baroque Works, but his current bounty would still be like 12 times bigger than before. And god fucking knows Crocodile does not fucking deserve a bounty this fucking big if he hasn't gotten any more powerful since Alabasta. No amount of hanging around with Mihawk and running evil organizations should beef up his bounty that much

So surely, he must've gotten more powerful since we last saw him action, right? Surely? Somehow?

But indeed, how?

And that's where we kinda get to the interesting part, don't we? We have no idea what Croc's been up to for the past two years. Like whatever he's been doing, surely it's been better than spending a decade sitting on his ass and barely ever lifting a muscle when overpowering rando pirates attacking Alabasta with his Logia powers, right. Like surely being in the New World alone would be enough to make him break a sweat for a change

But then like, the only two times we have seen Croc post-timeskip (pre-Cross Guild) he has been just sitting around reading the news (to be fair, the scenes were also about him catching the news about Luffy, it's not like he can't do anything else outside of those scenes). So like. I feel kind of conflicted, like on one hand to get stronger then surely he must've been working out or something. But also I do kind of mentally associate Training Arcs with much younger characters, and Crocodile is quite middle aged, like is he even allowed to go through a training arc anymore?? Especially when he's like a such a Proper Gentleman, it's so hard to imagine him to go back to the basics or anything

But also?? How else would he get stronger?? Like?? Maybe there really was?? AN OLD MAN TRAINING ARC??

But also, to be fair

Crocodile did make a big point about how he "keeps on honing and developing his Devil Fruit skills instead of stagnating like some other losers" back when he and Luffy had their first match. So I really would love it if Oda kept that actually true for the character, I'd love to see him actually whip out some new tricks, techniques and attacks instead of us seeing Sables again for the 839423th time

And really he can't really whip out new attacks if he hasn't at least tried to come up with new tricks (and preferably tried them out)

But that was just the basics right, Croc's Devil Fruit capabilities

Then there's the whole mystery of Crocodile's Haki Status. A whooole different can of worms. Considdering how the only actual damage he seemed to take during the entirety of Summit War was because of Jozu's Haki, and the fact that even fucking Blackbeard can use Haki now, it'd feel deranged if he doesn't have any kind of Haki capabilities. Like everybody knows Haki is going to be Croc's persona kryptonite, including Croc himself! And Haki Mastery really is The Thing that decides whether a pirate crew can actually make it or not in the New World (Kaidou made a specific point about that too). So surely, considdering Croc's supposed to be A Smart Boy and all, he knows he'll need to actually figure out how to use Haki if he doesn't want to lose another limb, right. Like surely he's figured that shit out, right???

Now people have been speculating for years if both Crocodile AND Moria used to be Haki users who lost their Haki after getting their asses kicked in the New World. Which, in theory would make sense, since Haki is essentially just willpower, and getting crushed the way they did would give them good in-universe reasons to why they didn't use the ability, as their traumas could translate to them losing their wills. But also it is willpower, that's not really a tangible thing you can really lose, and the idea of "Haki loss" isn't actually canon (yet at least). So although it's great fanon, we can't assume it's true. Like just as an example, we know Hancock can supposedly use Conqueror's Haki but we've never actually seen her demonstrate the ability

And to be fair to Croc (and Moria), the concept of Haki didn't really start to get Truly Solidified in the story until post-War, so expecting Alabasta!Croc to use it a whole decade earlier in real world time would be ridiculous since Oda hadn't figured out the system yet.

And while that is 100% true and fair.

Thing is. Although extremely vague, I do think Oda had been slowly starting to build the IDEA of Haki already in Alabasta. Like we know the concept gets properly introduced during the Skypiea Saga where Blackbeard both namedrops it and we get to see Observation Haki in action, under the name Mantra. But already in Alabasta, when Zoro is trying to figure out how to cut steel (to defeat Daz), that whole "breath of things" and hyper-awareness he gains when near death... I'm not the first one to point out how much that sounds like rudamentary Haki. And like, yes, on paper the idea of the battle was that Zoro became strong enough to cut steel. But also, learning to use Haki would be what would allow anyone to cut through a Devi Fruit ability like that. The same applies to Luffy's final attack on Crocodile too, his punch destroying the sand blade that before would've sliced his entire hand in half before is poetic on its own, but makes even more in-universe sense if you considder the possilibity Luffy might have subconciously been using Haki at the very end, his sheer willpower allowing him to punch Croc.

The reason I'm pointing all that out is that I kinda wonder if we might've gotten hints at Crocodile having not just Haki, but fucking Conqueror's Haki in Alabasta

This is based on two things:

First, Crocodile's pet bananawani. Yes, he could just be Really Good with animals and that would be adorable on its own. But we know Conqueror's can be used to intimidate and tame animals, including really fierce beasts. Keeping in mind that bananawani are meant to be one of the few species of animals that prey on Sea Kings, IDK, if you told me the reason Crocodile was able to tame them and keep them as pets thanks to Conqueror's, I would believe you. It's nothing solid, there's no proof one way or another, but it would make sense in-universe, it is plausible.

Second, this scene.

Does that blast of Ominous Air/Energy on the third page not remind you of one of those Conqueror's Haki shockwaves?

Of course, considdering Luffy was able to knock out Bon-chan with his untrained, uncontrolled Conqueror's in Impel Down (though to be fair, in the Impel Down scene Bon-chan was in rough condition anyways), if Crocodile was displaying his Haki here, either

A) Shit's real fucking weak or

B) He must've intentionally "kept it down" in this scene just to make sure his agents didn't actually pass out on the spot

But of course, if Croc had fullblown Conqueror's that he was able to control that well, you'd think he might've actually used it to subdue weaker enemies at some point or something (though, again, Hancock also supposedly has it and we haven't seen her use it, and if we had seen him use it on Luffy or something then the story really would've ended in Alabasta). So if that really was Conqueror's, I'd personally maybe rather lean on it being weak as hell (especially if Haki Loss was canon) over him having perfect control over it

Of course, just because that ominous blast of air in hindsight might resemble a weak ass Conqueror's Haki Blast, it doesn't mean that's what it was. Just like with the Bananawani example, there's nothing solid here to go off of, it's just plausible

(Also just for clarity's sake, Crocodile doesn't need Conqueror's Haki. I just think there could be evidence to suggest it if you overthink it just right)

All of this to say

Regardless of what Croc's Haki Status was during Alabasta and Summit War, the fact is that the dude really does kind of need Haki just to survive in the current storyline. So if he can't use ANY KIND OF HAKI, I'm just gonna be speechless. Like Luffy could kill him by just farting on him at that point Not to mention I'd actually love to see the Haki Loss-concept explored in the canon. Like either have it debunked, or somehow confirm it's a thing and show off what a horrifying threat Crocodile can be when he's actually putting his everything into a fight (same for Moria btw, if all he has to protect rn is Perona I'd love to see him go apeship and use Haki to protect her)

BUT THEN THERE'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT DIRECTION WE COULD GO WITH CROCODILE'S POWER LEVEL

OH DID YOU THINK I WAS FUCKING DONE WITH THIS POST? NO, WE'RE STILL FUCKING GOING MAN

So I've seen a lot people speculate about Logia Awakenings and what they could be like. Most people seem to agree on the theory that Punk Hazard being the way it is could be a result of two awakened Logias (namely Akainu and Aokiji) clashing. Similarly that Enies Lobby could be where an Awakened Light Fruit did a thing in the distant past, causing the eternal daytime on the island

I'm not sure I'm entirely convinced that's what Logia Awakenings will be like (some people have also suggested Enel's Final Form was a Logia Awakening, which I kinda doubt but okay), it's a neat idea in any case, we'll just have to wait and see what Oda has cooking for us

Regardless. On a mere narrative level, if they're even possible then I think it'd be cool as hell if Crocodile could act as an introduction to Logia Awakenings and what they're actually like. Because, depending on the role the bastard is going to take going forward, it could prepare us and Luffy for what's to come with Akainu (the real threat)

And again, depending on his role in the story, I think he could be an actual candidate for someone who could deserve to be Awakened-- like the whole Awakening State is sliiightly OP, and Logias are also kind of OP by default. So between OG Croc being kinda weak as hell (by current standards), but also him being an experienced pirate who's known his abilities for god knows how many decades... IDK I think he could deserve The Honors, y'know?

Like compare him to someone like Sabo or Blackbeard who got their Logias only recently and are still learning to use their abilities (more or less). If either of those fuckers somehow Awakened their Logias before Sir Fucking Crocodile I'd be kinda pissed off y'know?

The Admirals are kinda OP to begin with anyways too, I kinda just don't want Smoker to get The Honor of being the first on-screen Awakened Logia either, and really that would leave us with like... Ceasar and Enel as our only remaining options

And Dragon, if he does have a Wind Logia (which remains to be seen)

So. Yeah. If Logia Awakenings can be a thing, I think Crocodile could be the perfect guy to actually introduce them in the story (depending what his role will be).

All of this nonsense to say

Mr Oda, please, I would like to see Sir Crocodile in action pwease

And I want to know what the hell that weird spike thing was

Mr Oda please, I wish to see the Husband and see what kind of tricks he can do now after all these years, please allow him to commit a murder or two or three

[avelera]

So I never really commented on the "Loki" show on here very much, even though I watched it, for a few reasons.

I found the first season visually beautiful but spiritually hollow and ultimately uninteresting. My connection to Loki was through his story as an Asgardian, his relationship with Thor and Odin and the others. I was prepared for the possibility that the show would focus elsewhere, by necessity, but I was always facing a similar uphill battle to liking it as I did the Winter Soldier show: the relationships I wanted to see more of (Steve/Bucky, Thor & Loki) weren't going to be there in favor of new side characters and my heart just wasn't really in it. But I gave it a chance.

The bigger issue was this: I fucking hate magical policing agencies as a plot point. Corporate organizations tasked to control time, or magic, or stop normal people from learning about magic, blah blah blah, I hate them. I find them immensely boring. Part of it is because I tried to write one once for NaNo in college! I understand the appeal! But they are just deeply, deeply boring to me as a concept. They are overplayed and tired and dull. Loki's TVA would have to have been something truly exceptional to win me over and then it was the whole point of the show and it wasn't exceptional, just the trope played straight and I just... wilted with disinterest.

I also hate mid-20th century aesthetics. Truly despise them. I hate the orange decor and the brown suits and the atomic era gigantic room-sized computers. It's kitchys and awful and I loathe it with my entire being. It repels me. So when the TVA had that aesthetic and the TVA was core to a story about a Norse god, you can perhaps begin to see the problem.

I loved Sylvie's actress. I loved the idea of Sylvie. I loathed the Sylvie plotline. Why don't we know more about what her life was like as a Loki? Did she have a relationship to the Asgardians ever? Why aren't Loki and Sylvie being constantly teased for being narcissists at best and incestuous at worst if they show any interest in each other? I loathed that romance, I found it gross and hollow and uninteresting and cheap. I was so glad when S2 seemed to drop interest in it.

Look, at a certain point, I just accepted that I'm not the target audience. It wasn't the Loki show I was hoping for, something more akin to Journey into Mystery for example. It barely acknowledged Loki's mythological roots, his actual magical abilities which on numerous occasions would have far outclassed the threats they faced with weird TVA technology, and just... look, it wasn't for me, a mythology buff. I just didn't like it or what it was going for.

This isn't to say it was bad! Just that it was absolutely stacked against my personal tastes in its aesthetic and story choices about 3/4 of the time.

But I did watch the whole thing. And I loved the visuals of the ending sequence in S2.

I hope this means if Loki returns, the door is open for a more magical, mythologically informed Loki. I hope he returns! I hope that just being on his magical time throne doesn't mean he's stuck there but that either his variants, or his ghost, or him puppeting his own variants or whatever can continue to interact with the timeline. I think it's such a magical mystical set up that it's very likely to be possible. it's magic! They can do anything!

But for the love of all the Norse gods, if I never see that hideous cliche TVA again it will be too soon. Sorry, Mobius, you were fun and charming and I loved seeing what the Lokius shippers cooked up, but I hate your work place so much it made me want to claw my own eyes out.

[kookygranger]

Hi!

I'm so late!

But I'd love to know about HF!E

for the wip game!

Thank you, Betty! ✨

HF!E stands for High Fidelity!Eddie. It isn't a HF au it just takes place in a record store and I didn't have a name for it. It was an idea for a one-shot inspired by this playlist featuring gothic/spooky songs before goth was a genre.

It made me think about Eddie who just moved to Chicago with Corroded Coffin and is slowly being accepted by the scene. Reader works at a record store and is playing this mixtape over the speakers and Eddie very much falls in love.

I started writing it and then didn't really like it but here's a lil' snippet:

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that lead to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you going to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing, apparently they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points out the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s pretty sure you’re the most angelic thing he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorted. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the way your face lit up quietly when you realised what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You looked up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile crept up on your face.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?” Eddie asks.

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

Okay, there were a lot more High Fidelity references than I remembered. Fun fact: I have read the book and watched the film and HBO reboot so many times I could quote word-for-word. I also dressed up as Zoe Kravitz's Rob for an office Halloween party once, complete with the Wings Over America live album that she talks about in that scene with the misogynistic cheater. Only one girl got it because she was a fan of Zoe Kravitz lol.

[regulus-blacks-lover]

67 / 125 with regulus please. i love reading about the marauders era💓 i think your blog is really cool, i just found it

Thank you so much for the request! I love these prompts so much. Sorry it took me such a long time to write, hopefully this is along the lines of what you were wanting me to write! And sorry it's so long, I thought of this concept and was obsessed.

67: “did you touch yourself while i was gone”

125: “i want you to touch yourself”

Summary: Reader is too horny to wait for Regulus to get back from quidditch practice. Includes grinding, m@!sturbation, slight overstimulation, cunnilingus (f receiving), and piv sex. (feat. condescending!regulus).

Prompt list here

You smiled fondly at Regulus as he sat next to you in bed, finishing his croissant. He'd woken early to sneak down the kitchen for food. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and you had Regulus all to yourself, at least until he needed to leave for Quidditch practice, but that usually wasn't until the afternoon. Upon returning to the bedroom, Regulus had unbuttoned his shirt, and you now found yourself staring openly at his bare chest underneath.

Regulus set his plate down on his bedside table and turned to smirk at you. He reached for you, bringing you closer to him until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. He looked up at you adoringly and pulled you into a kiss.

His lips tasted slightly of butter, and you let out a soft sigh as he pulled you even closer to him, one hand threaded tightly in your hair. His other hand gipped your hip possessively, even though you were the only two in the room.

You shifted slightly in his lap and Regulus groaned into your mouth. "Fuck me, Y/N," he said, and you felt him beginning to harden underneath you.

He slid a hand under the hem of your nightgown and looped a thumb into the side of your panties. His fingertips were cold, and you gave a small shiver. You heard Regulus let out a low chuckle as he dug his fingertips into your soft skin, urging you to move your hips again.

You got the message and began moving your hips back and forth, savoring the feeling of his pants zipper, rough against your clothed sex. Regulus leaned back against the headboard of the bed and you leaned forward to kiss him again, never once halting your slow grinding motions.

He trapped your lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently, causing you to whine.

"That's my pretty girl," He said, voice low with desire. By now, both of his hands were gripping your hips tightly. You could feel wetness pooling between your legs.

"Do me a favor, dove? Tell me what time it is?"

You were slightly confused by this request, but leaned over to his bedside table and squinted at his wristwatch nevertheless. "9:45," you told him.

"Hmm," he said absently. "I have to get ready to go."

"Go?" you repeated, confused.

"Did I not say? Quidditch practice got moved today. Gotta be there soon." He said. There was a glint in his eye that told you he knew he hadn't told you, that he was playing some sort of game. You just weren't sure what the game was yet.

"We can finish playing when I get back, yeah?" He asked, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

You didn't budge from your perch on his lap. You were quickly starting to understand what he was playing at. "Leaving me high and dry, Reg?"

He raised a cocky eyebrow. "Darling, we both know you're anything but dry." Before you could reply, he'd disentangled himself from you and was climbing off the bed, beginning to button his shirt back up.

"I'll just have to take care of myself then," you said, frustrated and unamused.

You hadn't even moved when Regulus caught your wrist in his hand. Standing over the bed, he looked down at you, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't even think about it." He said. "You're mine to finish off when I get back from practice. Don't you dare touch yourself while I'm gone."

You pulled your wrist out of his grasp. So this was his game. "Whatever." you said testily.

He looked at you, head tilted in calculation as he finished buttoning his shirt. When he was finished, he grabbed his quidditch gear and left without saying anything else to you.

You waited for him to shut the door. As soon as you were sure he was gone, you leaned back against the pillows. The bed smelled of Regulus. You breathed him in and let your hands trail down your body, stopping at all the places you liked Regulus to touch. You could never make yourself feel anywhere near as good as he could, but you weren't going to let him leave you hot and bothered like that. Besides, you reasoned, he'd never know.

As you came down from your high, you smirked to yourself. Don't touch yourself while I'm gone. Yeah right.

You smoothed your hair and pulled your nightgown back down, sitting up in bed just as you heard footsteps on the staircase that led to Regulus's room. Hurriedly, you reached for a book from a small pile on the floor. Not bothering to check what it was, you opened it to a random page, trying to look focused.

You didn't look up when Regulus entered, knowing this would irritate him. You could hear him crossing the room to the bed. "The Ministry of Magic employee code of conduct," Regulus said dryly, "Fascinating subject, I'm sure. I know how you love dense, technical legal documents."

Shit. In your panic you hadn't looked at which book you'd grabbed from the pile. It was one of Regulus's, a History of Magic textbook.

You glanced up at Regulus. His eyes bore into yours, glinting with victory. "Tell me, dove, did you touch yourself while I was gone?" he asked.

You weren't going to let him toy with you and win that quickly, however. "No," you said boldly.

"No?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Tell me what you've been reading about then."

"The Ministry of Magic employee code of conduct," you said flatly.

"Hm." He knelt so his face was mere inches from where you still sat in the bed. "I don't believe you, little dove. Are you lying to me?"

You averted your gaze. "Maybe." you admitted.

"Tsk tsk." He said mockingly, straightening back up and moving to stand at the foot of the bed. "Show me."

You blinked at him. "What?" you asked, uncertainly.

"Show me." He repeated. "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to show me how good you make yourself feel when I'm not around."

" 's not the same," you said quietly, face burning.

"Well clearly it's good enough that you couldn't just wait for me to come back and take care of you. So show me."

You knew there wasn't going to be any winning, so you let your hand slip back beneath the covers.

"I said show me." Regulus said, pulling the sheets down to the very end of the bed, leaving you exposed in only your small nightgown and panties. "Take it off." He said, gesturing to your clothing.

You sat up, pulling the nightgown up over your head before settling slowly back onto the bed.

"Good." Regulus said appraisingly, his eyes traveling down your body. You were so vulnerable, nearly completely naked while he stood fully clothed. "Now start over. Take your time. Show me how you toy with yourself when I'm not around."

You did as he said, hands traveling to all the places they'd touched when he'd been at practice. You started with feather-light touches up your hips to your stomach and eventually your breasts, circling each of your nipples in turn.

You continued pinching your nipples with one hand and closed your eyes as you let your other hand come to rest around your neck, squeezing gently.

"Eyes open, dove. Look at me." Came Regulus's voice, hoarse with wanting.

He still stood at the foot of the bed, looking at you from between your legs. Your eyes fluttered back open and you took him in. You were pleased to see he'd grown hard again and was straining against his pants.

You continued your movements, arching your back as your hands moved down your body, teasing yourself over your panties. Regulus sighed, and began to palm himself over his pants.

"Please, Reg- it'd be so much better if it was you," you said.

He shook his head. "I don't think so darling. You were so desperate to get off, now show me what it was worth."

"Want you," you tried.

Regulus smiled sarcastically. "Should've thought of that earlier, hm? Keep touching yourself darling, I want to see you cum all over your own fingertips."

There was nothing for you to do but push your underwear to the side and begin to circle your fingers around your clit.

"Panties off," Regulus said, and you shimmied them down your thighs, dropping them off the side of the bed.

"Good. Keep going now," He said, his grey eyes never once straying from you.

You plunged a finger in your pussy, your other hand rubbing at your clit. The moans you'd been doing your best to withhold began to spill from your lips, but the high you were trying to find just wouldn't come.

"Reg- Regulus, please." You whined. "I can't, I can't-"

"Make yourself come and then I'll think about touching you, darling. Until then I'm standing right here." Regulus said, a smile flickering across his face.

Bastard.

You added another finger and increased the pressure on your clit. Finally, finally, you came. You hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes in concentration until you felt Regulus's hand close around your wrist and your eyes flew back open.

"There's a good girl," he said, lifting your fingers to his mouth. "Now don't move," he added, climbing onto the bed and lowering himself between your legs.

"Regulus," you gasped as you felt the warmth of his mouth settle against your clit. "Regulus, I don't know if I can come again"

He didn't say anything, just began swiping his tongue against your clit at a torturously slow pace. Your hands found his hair and you gripped onto him for balance as your legs began to quiver from the overwhelming sensations.

You tried to thrust your hips up to meet his tongue, but he grabbed onto your waist, forcing you to remain stationary, glued to the mattress.

Soon, his pace sped up and he was attacking your clit with a nearly unbearably fast pace.

"Regulus, fuck, I'm gonna co-"

You were cut off by the sensation of two of Regulus's long fingers sliding into you as his mouth continued to work your clit. Your entire body began to shake with pleasure and you came on Regulus's tongue.

He continued to lick at your core as you recovered from your high. When he pulled away, there was an animalistic gleam in his eyes. "Who can make you feel better?" He asked. "Who makes you feel better, dove, me, or your little fingers?"

"You," was your breathless reply.

"That's right," he said. "That's right. Can you spread your legs a little more for me?"

You nodded, doing as he asked as he tugged his pants off.

"There's my good girl," he said, climbing on top of you. "My good, good girl, who's gonna take me so good now."

He kissed you harshly so you could taste yourself on his lips. Then he slid into you, moving one hand to press against your clit.

You nearly cried out from the overstimulation.

"Shh, shh, I know, dove." Regulus whispered in your ear as he thrust into you, "This is what happens when you're impatient and greedy. You reap what you sow."

Your whimpers quickly turned to moans as Regulus found his pace and grew nearer and nearer to his high. "Fuck baby, 'm gonna cum. Come with me?"

You could barely manage a nod as Regulus's orgasm washed over him.

He traced a finger gently across your neck, making you shiver. "If you're going to touch yourself, at least let me watch next time." He said quietly.

[mikelogan]

hello. i really enjoy your content, but i have to say i'm kinda disappointed on you still being a ts fan. this woman knows what disney does and yet she still gave them the rights, meaning she either doesn't care or actively supports the genocide. or maybe she decided to turn her morals off because money is more important. not to mention how she consistently associates herself with questionable people and how a person literally died in one of her shows on brazil and she gave zero fucks. this woman is not a good person and there are no excuses to being her fan anymore.

no, i fully understand what you're saying and where you're coming from. over the last like. idk year and a half? ive been pretty vocal about my disappointment, distaste, and disagreement with a multitude of the choices she's made lately. i 100% agree that her silence on the subject of palestinian genocide (as well as many other human rights/social causes) is at best a sign of apathy and at worst a sign of support. especially when miss americana was all about her wanting to be more outspoken and be an activist. that all feels so incredibly performative now -- and has for a while. a lot of things that she's said and done since midnights, which is when i became more active in the tumblr swiftie community, have left a bad taste in my mouth for her as a person.

like i said, i genuinely agree with what you're saying. the only thing i take issue with is that she didn't care that a fan died at her show. she donated money to the fan's family and took time to meet them. regardless of my many issues with her, i do think she can be an empathetic person and i don't think that she just straight up didn't care that someone died before her show. it's one of those things (of which there are many) where we'll never know her true thoughts bc she doesn't talk about things. which is frustrating in itself.

now that's not the point of your message, so feel free to write that off as a digression. i strongly disagree with her making yet another version of the eras tour movie and hosting it on disney+. I'm personally boycotting disney+ and have been for a while. I don't even intend on watching the new version and like the vast majority of everything I gif, that shit is pirated -- that's how I watched the original release of the movie. obviously my consumption/boycotting is just one person compared to blondie, who has influence over millions, who could make real change if she spoke out against genocide.

at this point, im not supporting her financially either apart from listening to her music. which i love. im sorry, but I do. if I didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation. i think her constant churning out different exclusive versions of the same albums are a transparent money grab and maybe an effort to set more records as far as sales or streams or however that all works. and I'm not just saying that bc I literally couldn't even afford to buy a digital copy of an album right now.

so yeah. I appreciate that you enjoy my content and thank you for saying so, but if you need to unfollow or block, i understand. I've definitely toned down/completely stopped sharing posts about her as a person bc I'd much rather focus on just the music. and maybe that makes me a bad person for continuing to listen to and enjoy her music. im not saying i necessarily feel good about it, but i think the fact of the matter is that a lot of the celebrities, actors, musicians, etc. we like or whose content we enjoy hold views we disagree with and have different values or priorities. nuance exists. right now, im someone who is vocal about the palestinian genocide and I try to share resources/posts about it when they come across my dash and im also someone who is a fan of Taylor's music.

Idk, I hope what I'm saying makes sense at least on some level. I've done my best to word things coherently, but brain fog fucks w me a lot. and like. it's probably whatever, but I do plan on changing my url after ttpd releases. That probably upsets you more and I can see how people might think im a hypocrite or something and yeah, I get it. Idk, I just want to enjoy someone's music without endorsing them as a person, but that's extra difficult when the person in question is the biggest singer in the industry. but you'll never see me making excuses for her on things like this or the m*tty situation or numerous other things she's said and done that gross me out. im not so far up her ass that I think she's perfect or that I feel the need to defend her at every turn. like I said, nuance. anyway, if you feel the need to respond, i welcome you to do so as long as we both remain respectful, which I think we've done. this is a difficult topic, but that doesn't mean we can't discuss it. I appreciate your point of view and I'm sorry that I've disappointed you!

[whorediaries-09]

you can meet me at the hotel;

it's kinkotober season loves! here's my event for the season, to get into the mood and spoil everyone because i love each of you so much <3

kinkotober masterlist the slut club

you know you ain't even gotta ask me

this will be different from traditional kinkotober events, so if you don't feel comfortable by that, stay away, and do not engage any further.

writing a fic every single day for a month will get too over whelming for me. so i will upload fics whenever it is comfortable for me.

the requests for the event are open! so if you want a particular kink (list provided below) with a particular character, feel free to send in a request.

i may modify your request according to the story...that is i may include an alternate universe of sorts if it fits the plot.

you can write suggest dialogues, kinks, au! with characters you'd like to read.

please keep in mind i will not write your request if it crosses my boundaries. while sending in requests, please be kind and respectful. this is a safe space for me and the people who read and interact with my content.

this is addictive, please

kinks i will write for.

Sizeplay

Voyeurism

Dacryphilia

Over-stimulation

Edging

Breeding

Degradation

Praise

Spanking

Bondage

Knife Play

Choking

Temperature play

Collars

Orgasm control

Toys (please be specific)

Mirror Sex

Blindfolds

Begging

Roleplay

Punishment

Shower-sex

Manhandling

Biting

Nicknames

Threesomes

Hair pulling

Oral

Lingerie

Angry sex

CNC

Phone sex

Squirting

Body worshipping

Anal

lust and drugs, no intuition 

dialogue prompts

'you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.'

'be good and i'll let you cum'

'we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us?'

'do whatever you want to me. i'm yours to use.'

'your body was made for me.'

'you keep your hands where they are. or do i need to to tie them up?'

'let me cum in you. please, let me fuck my babies into you.'

'i'm sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all the noises your pretty mouth is making.'

'begging is a good look for you.'

'so good for me. look at the mess you've made.'

'do what you want. but you better make it good otherwise i'll kill you.'

'use your words.'

'tell me what you want.'

'you take me so well.'

'spread your legs wider.'

'say my name.'

'i love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.'

'close your eyes.'

'you're not playing fair.'

'tighter.'

'make me yours.'

'swallow. all of it.'

'don't hold it.'

'wrap your legs around my waist.'

'you're so fucking hot.'

'that noise....keep making it.'

'mark me. mark me so everyone knows who I belong to.'

'you want gentle? wrong fucking address'

'have a little trust in yourself. i know you can take it.'

'we both know how much you're going to enjoy this.'

if you want to I can play the victim

these are just ideas, so if you want to request something not here, please feel free to xoxo.

characters i don't write for-

-draco malfoy -tom riddle -severus snape -lucius malfoy -any character from the cursed child era

ps- i do not have anything against the slytherins. i'm a slytherin myself.

thank you!

-steph 🍂

[yourtouchismidas]

I’m seriously missing all the ruins chat!!! Idk if you were still writing little bit for it but if so then I had a thought. Imagine matty having to deal with Gigi when she gets her period, maybe for the first time or just in general. I feel like he’d panic but he’d try so hard to help her out🫠

awww me too ruins was such an era!!

i think when she gets her first period, maybe ruins girl is away, and gigi locks herself in the bathroom. matty knocks on the door like, "baby what's wrong?" and she wont tell him but he wont let it go, he keeps knocking, and then eventually she yells to him, "i got my period okay dad, leave me alone."

matty is silent for a second. as he takes this in. it's his baby and she is growing up. he is so happy and yet so sad at the same time.

"i think mum has tampons in the cupboard" he yells through the door, unsure what else to say.

"i'm thirteen years old, matthew," gigi says, "i'm not putting anything... inside me."

matty laughs. puts his hands over his mouth to muffle it so he doesnt upset her.

"that's fair enough, baba," he says, "what do you need?"

"pads. please. not fucking huge scary ones."

"language!" matty says.

"oh fuck off, matty, i'm bleeding!!! i should be allowed to swear."

he muffles a laugh again. "fair enough." he says again.

"get me nice ones please. i'm fragile," gigi says.

"nice.... pads?" matty asks, confused. he should have read more about teenage girls. paid attention more in sex ed instead of sling-shotting condoms at hann's face.

"you know," gigi says, her voice breaking a bit, "the ones that smell like flowers or something."

she starts crying half way through the sentence and matty knocks gently.

"baby, what you crying for?" he says softly.

"i dont know!" she sobs, but she is also laughing. he laughs too. until they are both in peels of laughter. gigi still sobbing too.

"are you in pain?"

"no," gigi says, "but i'm worried i might be later. i've heard cramps can be awful."

"well we will take it easy today, okay? watch movies?"

"can you just hurry up and get my pads please. i'm stuck on the fucking loo."

matty laughs again. "course baby sit tight."

he runs to tesco. he gets a basket and puts in ibuprofen and paracetamol and then some actual period pain relief with a picture of a women with what looks like a burning uterus on the front. he buys a microwave hot water bottle that smells like lavender. dropping one his basket for gigi then going back and getting another one. you know. for his own comfort. for his own self care day. he gets a bunch of chocolate and sweets and crisps. then he goes to the pads. he stares at them. there is loads. she asked for nice ones. ones that smell like flowers? what the fuck? he thinks. do those even exist. he rings you but you don't pick up. busy at work. he thinks about ringing again but he doesnt want to bother you. he wants to do this on his own too. he's a dad. it's his responsibility. he tries to google it but the ones that come up aren't on the shelves.

"are you alright?" a woman says next to him. she's around his age. it looks like. she's wearing a big coat even though its warm out.

"my daughter wants pads that smell like flowers," he tells her helplessly.

the woman laughs. she reaches up to the shelf and grabs some.

"how old is she?" she asks.

"thirteen," he says.

the woman reaches up and grabs a few more boxes.

"get her these too. and these," she says, "for options."

"thank you!" he says. he wants to reach out and hug her.

he takes them all back to gigi, who emerges from the toilet five minutes later with a frown on her face so deep it makes matty laugh again.

"dad!" she whines.

"sorry," he says, "i love how much you are growing up. i love who you are now. and who you were and who you will be."

she rolls her eyes. "shut up," she says. but she hugs him and asks to watch movies.

"of course baby, whatever you want."

[nanaminokanojo]

Idk what ur thoughts on Kashimo but I’m falling for him and I’m in denial about that !!

Kashimo Hajime...

He's a cute little meow meow. 🐈 Cute, yes, but cranky. The kind of cat that bites/scratches people he doesn't like. 😾 With lighting bolts. 🤣

Thunder, thunder, thunder thunder cats! Well, "lightning" but you get it...

Lol sorry idk why he reminds of this very old cartoon series. 🤣😭

I was nuts about him, too, when he first appeared in the manga. Cause he kinda looked like Gojo. Wait...IS IT JUST MEEEE??? I don't know why. Maybe it was me missing Gojo during his box days or because of the first fanarts which showed Kashimo with white hair.

Anyway...

Kashimo = Pompom Baby 2.0, Choso being Pompom Baby 1.0

The "pompoms" in question:

Okay, what do you call those fluffy things on their heads? Pigtails? 🤣 I call them pompoms, but I digress. Kashimo is soooo adorable with that hair 🥺 meow meow ears 🐱 (Choso, too – wrote a whole ass drabble about his goddamn hair at one point & if you wanna read it it's here but if you don't it's okay, unless... 👀).

But I find it super hilarious that he's sporting the same damn do as a senior citizen 😭🤣

Did his supposedly turquoise/cyan/blue/whatever hair turn white or...? Just a thought 😆

But anyway, he's an intriguing character getting reincarnated just so he could fight Sukuna (that bitch, I'm so mad at him rn. No dinner for you, Mister!). I just want to know more about those reincarnated sorcerers more and quite frankly, he's the most intriguing to me.

Like, I have so many questions. The fuck did Two-Face do to you? Were you ex bffs, too? From enemy clans? Makes sense cause Sukuna used to be human, right? Was he? Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm thinking it was mentioned at one point lol. This ties up with my fascination towards Sukuna really cause Kashimo is basically one of the people who met Sukuna during the Heian period and I guess, maybe, in my head, he would complete Sukuna's background story/character arc. Or Kenjaku's?? Ew 🤢, but you knooowww?? And he's still around, too, so... Yo, Gege! Hi! 🙄

As a medium for fan fiction, I've also thought of writing about Kashimo. Reincarnated version but Heian era. Something like that but really no solid plot yet. Sorry, old man Kashimo ehehe but yeah...I haven't really gotten around actually exploring that.

Anyway thanks for the ask @pikibee. I don't really know anyone whom I can talk to about Kashimo, so thanks for giving me the opportunity! 🤩🥰 Hope you like this hehe

A/N: Media credits to their respective owners.

[darlingmunsons]

Damned Perfect

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader  Warnings: Swearing, light smut, fat shaming? Era: Prison era Word Count: 2.7k

Request by anon: hope was what you wanted, sorry there's not as much smut as you might've liked, i'm still finding my footing with writing for Daryl.

Masterlist

Requests open:)

The sun beaming down on you was a reminder that summer was fast approaching, something you were definitely not looking forward to knowing you’d soon have to change from your sleeved shirts and pants to tanks and shorts if you were to cope in the Georgian heat. 

You liked the summer because it meant no one had to worry about heating the prison, but to you that was the only positive you could find. Having always been a chubbier girl you always dreaded summer, more so now you were in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. The chafing between your thighs when you wore shorts, the sweat that would develop under your breasts and between the rolls of your stomach. 

That feeling that no matter what you wore people would stare and silently judge, knowing that if you covered yourself up someone would no doubt comment about you being too hot and if you dressed accordingly you know someone would most likely make a comment about you covering more of your skin, because god forbid a chubby girls wears a skirt.

By your rough calculations its almost 18 months since the turn, give or take, so in your head you’d have thought you’d have managed to shift some weight in that time but for some reason you’re having no such luck and despite the state of the world it’s something that bothers you more than it should.

You tried to ignore the rising humidity as you made your way through the courtyard to help carol with lunch service, it wasn’t your favourite task nor one you’d usually do, but you’d offered a hand since things were slow in the prison at the moment. You’d rather go on runs or helps out in the infirmary learning what you could from Hershel, but you’d take whatever work you could to help out.

It was a mundane thing to do but you made sure to share a smile and hello with everyone you served. Looking up you held back an eye roll seeing a couple of familiar faces, the men approaching you, if you could call them men, they’d made themselves known to you from what you could only describe as harrassment. They’d come in with the Woodbury group about six weeks ago and since then they’d seemingly had it out for you for no reason other than what seemed to be for their own amusement, making comment about your appearance, whispering childishly and chuckling to one another when you were nearby. 

The things they did and said didn’t necessarily bother you, you’d heard it all through middle school and high school so you’d developed a thick skin, recently though it started to frustrated more than you’d like to admit. You’d think they’d have better things to do in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, so the fact they chose to pick on you rather than help out more around the community was extremely irritating to you especially considering you and others literally risked your lives going on runs to keep the community going.

The taller of the two spoke up first, Danny you think his name is, “Fancy seeing you here” he snickered with his friend.

You sighed, “Hm I’m sure it is," filling the bowls with the stew carol had made.

“I’m surprised they let you serve anyone,” the shorter guy, Jeremy, spoke, shooting you a slimy smirk.

You placed their bowls down in front of them, “And why’s that?”, you replied in a dull tone, having an idea of what they would reply with.

“You know… they must just trust you a whole lot to give out the food, considering you’re a little on the heavy side and all,” he replied with that same smirk still plastered on his face, the other guy releasing a hearty chuckle.

Before you could even respond with your own snarky remark a much friendlier, familiar face made himself know.

“The fuck you just say to her,” Daryl spoke, pushing Jeremy away from the table.

He stuttered, clearly caught off guard by the broad archer, but quickly recovered, “Well it’s true, how do we know she’s not sneaking herself extra portions.”

You actually laughed at that, “How original, never heard that one before,” the sarcasm practically dripping from your lips.

Daryl clearly didn’t see any humour in the situation, moving forward to grip him by his collar, pulling them nose to nose.

“Need to learn to keep that damn mouth shut ‘fore I have to shut it for you,” Daryl growled, his intimidation clearly taking working as you watch the fear flash over Jeremy’s face.

“If I see you so much looking her way from now on, I ‘aint gonna hesitate beating your sorry ass into the ground you’re stood on, you got that?” Daryl lowered his voice, bringing his other hand up to grab the other side of his collar.

Jeremy quickly nodded his head, eager to get out of Daryl’s grip and as far away from him as possible.

Daryl turned to Danny before letting go, “Same goes for you too, asshole,” he spat, only letting go when Daryl thought they both got his point, “now get the hell outa here.”

You watched in slight amusement as they scampered off before turning your attention to the man who constantly seemed to consume your thoughts.

“You didn’t have to do that, I can handle them myself,” you smiled, filling him his own bowl of lunch.

“That mean you’ve dealt with them before?” He questioned, clearly concerned about the way you might be getting treated.

“It’s no big deal,” you shrugged, “like I said it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Don’t mean you should deal with it, should’ve told someone they’d been talking to you like that,” Daryl took the bowl from you, obviously unhappy you’d been dealing with this alone.

“Well, it’s dealt with now,” you smiled at him, “anyway, I’m gonna head inside and lay down for a bit, I’ll see you later for watch?”

“Yeah I’ll see you then.”

-

The sun had not long gone down as you made your way up the stairs of the watch tower, grateful the temperature had cooled down and the humidity had eased up. You enjoyed night time much more than you did day time, the night watches you were on with the moody archer might be a big reason for that but you try and push that thought to the back of your mind.

As you made your way to the top of the watch tower you weren’t surprised to see Daryl already set up for the night, sat on the fold out chair with his feet up on the table.

“Hey,” you spoke when he nodded at you in acknowledgment, placing your rifle against the wall.

“You manage to get any sleep?” He asked, bringing his feet to the floor in front of him.

“A little,” you shrugged.

“Good,” he nodded.

You took the other seat on the other side of the table, looking down at your lap.

“I never thanked you before,” your eyes fluttered up to him, “you know for having my back.”

He shrugged, “Was no bother, asshole’s lucky I didn’t smack the damn smirk off his face.”

You chuckled at that, “Well either way I think he got the message.”

Daryl nodded, but looked like he wanted to say something.

“What? What is it?” You asked, you spent enough time with him to know when somethings on his mind.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone they been buggin’ you?” He asked, bringing his thumb up to his mouth.

“Didn’t seem like it was a big enough deal.”

“Well, it is. Shouldn’t let no one speak to you like that.” Daryl huffed.

“It’s fine, I got pretty thick skin.” You shrugged, really not thinking it was a big deal.

“Nah it aint fine,” he stood up and started pacing a little, “don’t deserve to get talked to like that, do more for this place than those guys ever will!”

"Why does it bother you so much? I mean they’re not always wrong, its obvious I’m bigger than most the people here.”

He scoffed at that, “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Talk down on yourself like that, pisses me off, way someone looks aint everything.” He was clearly starting to get agitated.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve got a good body,” You swore you saw him blush in the dim light, “seriously though, why does any of it matter to you anyway?”

He stopped pacing and paused to look at you, shrugging before sitting back down and leaning his knees on his elbows, keeping his head low.

“It’s just… it aint…” he ran a hand over his face, struggling to get his words out, “it’s just, ya perfect the way you are, wish you saw that, wish you saw the way I see you.” His voice was so low you almost missed what he said, but you didn’t.

You sucked in a deep breath, that definitely was the last thing you expected him to ever say to you. You’d never been left speechless before, you just sat and stared at him, a hot blush quickly taking over your body.

A few moments went by and you still didn’t say anything, he took the risk and looked up to see you staring at him and he went into a panic, thinking he’d completely fucked it up with you. Your friendship meant everything to him so he’d hate to have that ruined because he couldn’t keep his damn crush on you to himself.

He stood up quickly, “Forget it, jus’ never mind.” He mumbled, grabbing his crossbow that was on the table and making a bee line for the door to the outside of the watch tower.

“Wait,” you stood up and grabbed his arm as he walked past you, “you really mean that? That you think I’m perfect.”

It was now or never for Daryl, he’d already planted that seed, he couldn’t go back now.

“Think you’re the damned most perfect thing I ever seen,” he still couldn’t meet your eyes but he kept his head higher, “don’t matter to me what you weigh, think you’re beautiful.”

Were you dreaming? Because here was no way you were stood in front of a man you’d seeing pining for, for a year and he was confessing this to you. Should you pinch yourself? Maybe check your pulse, yeah that’s a good idea because you swear your hearts stopped.

“It’s okay if you don’t think the same for me, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend so just forget what I said?”

“No.”

That got him to finally look at you, he brow furrowed as he looked at you confused.

"No. No, I won’t forget what you said,” you took a step closer to him, never looking away, making sure he doesn’t either, “think you’re pretty damned perfect yourself.”

Before he could even think of a response you stepped so you were toe to toe, raised a hand to cup is cheek and pressed a quick light kiss on his lips, hoping to gage his reaction.

When you opened your eyes after pulling away you weren’t surprised to see him staring at you wide eyes, you just hoped you didn’t cross the line with him.

You bit your lip to hide the smile forming and took a step back but before you could get anywhere you were taken off guard when he firmly grasped you face, pulling you into a firm kiss.

Daryl couldn’t believe it, you’d just admitted to him you felt the same and you’d kissed him. Your lips were soft and warm, better than he’d ever imagined and he’d imagined kissing you more than he’ll ever admit to you. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, letting your lips gently move against each other.

You pulled away first, needing to catch your breath and you couldn’t stop the smile the spread across your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” you said, raising your hands to cover his that were still cupping your face.

“Yeah?” Daryl whispered, trying so hard to quell the blush that he’s pretty sure had taken over his entire body, “Me too.”

The relief Daryl felt, was like no other feeling he’d felt, he truly couldn’t believe you liked him.

“Why have you never said anything soon?” You asked.

He shrugged, annoyed at himself he hadn’t said something sooner now knowing you felt the same, “Never though someone like you would see me in tha’ way.”

“Someone like me?” The amused lilt in your voice recognisable.

“Yeah, someone like you. Damned most beautiful thing in this world, why would you ever want someone like me?”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” the irony of the conversation hit you both, a laugh leaving both of you, “You’re everything a girl could ask for.”

He decided not to argue with you, especially after the speech he just gave you. He just pulled you into another kiss, this one a lot more heated than the last two.

He slowly walked you both till your feet hit the thin mattress that was laid out on the floor, his lips never leaving yours.

Feeling your feet hit the mattress you pulled away and look up at him, “Do you want this?”

“More than anything,” he quickly nodded.

Gently laying you both down on the mattress, he took his time to undress you both. Pulling your hands away when you attempted to cover yourself, “Don’t. Ya beautiful.”

He slowly made his way down your body until he was positioned between your things, not coming back up until you’d reached that peak.

As he made his way back up your body, you moved around to reach your hand into the pillow case that was under your head, relieved to find what you were looking for.

Daryl was surprised to see you pulling out a familiar foil square from the pillow case.

You blushed at his stare, “Maggie mentioned once that her and Glenn hid condoms in the pillow cases up here.”

Daryl chuckled, “Thought ya might’ve hid them yourself, came up here wanting to seduce me.”

You shoved lightly at his shoulder and scoffed, “You wish.”

He smiled into the kiss, taking the foil from you to open it and put it on, “Remind me to thank Glenn tomorrow.”

You pulled him down to kiss him as he moved into you, you both took your time moving together, really letting you get a feel for each others bodies.

His touches and movements were gentle, his rough finger brushing down the soft curves on your side. Your hand sliding down his back and gripping his shoulders when he hit that spot inside of you.

He carried you both to your highs, the sweat dripping down his back. The sweat that gathered in places your usually hated didn’t seem so bad now.

Pulling himself out of you, he tied off the condom and made a mental not to dispose of it before whoever was on shift next came to the watch tower.

Daryl rolled onto his back, pulling you to his chest and covering you both with the thin blanket that came with the mattress you were lying on.

He kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, “Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“Just,” he sighed, “just trusting me, bein’ you I guess.”

You turned your head to look up at him, bringing your hand up to trace the contours of your face, “Anyone ever tell you you’re quite the romantic Daryl Dixon?”

He scoffed, trying to distract from the blush making its way up his neck, “Nah, an’ don’t you go round tellin’ people that either.”

You lay back on his chest, cuddling into him, “No promises,” you teased.

He huffed at you but dropped it, hoping you were joking with him but enjoying the quiet with you in his arms. He felt your breath even out, indicating you had fallen to sleep, he knew you should both probably get up considering you were supposed to be on watch but he figured an hour or two wouldn’t hurt.

He gently shift as to not wake you up but wanting to see your face, brushing away the hair that had fallen across your cheek, pressing another light kiss to your head.

He smiled before whispering, “Damned perfect.”

-

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed:)

[gojuo]

Gojo has his head. In season 2 he tells toji he failed to kill him because he didn't cut off his head. Sukuna didn't cut off his head. He can still heal his body.

Plus we see Nanami tell gojo that there are two paths. One to change you or one to stay who you are. Gojo says goodbye to his dead friends and we see him walk away showing he's taking the second path. We also see a lotus then.

Which symbols strength and renewal.

Gojo is not dying. He may be gone a few chapters but everything his hunting he will heal his body and be back.

Gojo will live.

i wish i had your hopium but i gotta correct a few things here ... 1) it was said by i think kashimo (i dont even remember) that cursed energy comes from the gut, and gojo has been split into two from his stomach. toji never bisected him, even if he managed to stab him through the cranium. 2) gojo didn't say goodbye to his friends in the afterlife, that was a mistranslation. 3) he's not walking away from anything either ?? 4) the chapter title is called "going south" bruh...

listen. i so badly want him to come back. i really fucking do. i read jjk 0 when it came out in jump giga in 2017 and when it wasn't called jjk yet (it was called tokyo metropolitan curse technical school btw). i've been with gojo since mfing 2017... 2017!!! i've loved him for over 6 years now i can't even believe it's been so long.. i never expected that silly oneshot manga to become this popular 🥹 kinda makes me happy how loved jjk is currently :')))) but the fact of the matter is that gege has stated numerous times that he wants to finish jjk soon. he actually stated in late 2022 that he was planning on finishing it in 2023. gege's editor has come out and said that the manga will not be ending this year though, so my guess is somewhere around spring 2024 everything will be wrapped and and be donezo so that gege can move on to that goddamn idol manga he's been yapping about for a while now. so what am i trying to say with this tangent? i'm saying that jjk is ending soon and that gege has stated multiple times how difficult it was for him to write around the powerhouse that is gojo (which is just an admission of his own shitty writing/planning because mf YOU 🫵 are the writer like you are the one that created him!!! learn how to plan out your story and how to utilize the characters you yourself have created for it you stupid fucking cat i swear to god....). this all just screams to me that it's over. it's finished. gojo already died once and came back enlightened, he's not gonna have it a second time. not this close to the end. not after having been removed from the narrative for over a hundred chapters. not after seeing sukuna back at full health in his heian era form, something gege didn't even have gojo force out of him. like gege really got him out of the box so that he could be done with him unarguably and conclude his character arc because he wants to finish jjk.

gojo is dead, nobara is for sure dead, megumi is basically done for (we'll see him once more within the mind once yuuji does his soul cursed technique whatever bullshit on sukuna to have a talk but he's not coming back no more), and yuuji, the kid whose execution started this story, will be the only one left alive. gege said in an interview a while ago that he wanted to end jjk with either 1 of the main 4 dead, or only 1 of the main 4 alive. i think it's pretty obvious that person is supposed to be yuuji. "die surrounded by your friends" from the first chapter is going to turn into "all your dead friends will surround you". i am wholeheartedly convinced of this. i'm sorry, but after 3 years of having to sit through that worthless culling game arc leading to absolutely nowhere for our heroes, after realizing that there will never be a pay off for the last 100+ chapters because the whole point of the arc is now fucking dead just like that, i do not have it in me to have any faith nor hope in gege's writing skills. it's become painfully clear to me how mid that guy is at writing and how hard he is rushing towards the end. i have lost all faith and goodwill i used to hold for gege.