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cheolism · 3 months

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chasing sleep

✿ sung hanbin x reader ❀ summary: you are so tired but are unable to sleep. your adoring boyfriend, sung hanbin, takes it upon himself to help you out. ✿ wc is approx. 3k ❀ genre: smut, established relationship ✿ warnings: minors do not interact. pet names (princess, angel, baby, etc); oral (fem receiving), fingering & handjobs. ❀ rating: 18+ ✿ tagging @seokgyuu

you couldn't sleep.

you should have been able to. you were exhausted from having gotten up early and being on the move all day, dealing with coworkers and bosses and staring at screens. you weren't hungry either, tummy full from the meal you and hanbin had shared.

the room was cool but you were warm beneath the covers, the natural heat of hanbin's body warming you. he was on his side of the bed, his tattooed arm up from underneath the covers and curled around his bed. you watched him sleep for a while, his natural blush coloring his cheeks and dark lashes fluttering.

it wasn't like you were too energetic, wasn't like you weren't comfortable. you felt tired and felt at home.

but you just couldn't fall asleep.

sighing, you flipped onto your side and stared at the wall. you kicked your feet softly from beneath the covers. you fluffed out the blanket, retucking it around your shoulder.

eventually you reached out and grabbed your phone off of the bedside table. your phone proudly boasted it being midnight, the screen bright and piercing against the dark of the room.

you shifted onto your tummy, placing your phone on the bed. one of your feet rested against a calf. your toes poked out from underneath the blanket.

for a while you browsed on your phone, switching between apps constantly.

then an arm was sliding along your back, fingers slipping underneath your shirt to rest at your hip. hanbin was warm and gentle as he slid against you, lining his body against yours. his leg naturally hooked over yours, chin resting on your shoulder.

"princess,"' he cooed. his voice was slightly hoarse from sleep. hanbin hummed slightly, shifting against you again. "what are you doing?"

"can't sleep," you returned. you turned your head to look over your shoulder at hanbin, nose brushing his. his black hair was flat against his head, bangs nearly obscuring his eyes. hanbin gave you a sleepy grin, though he raised his dark brows at you at your reply. "sorry. i didn't mean to wake you up. i can go to the couch so i won't be bothering you."

hanbin whined. "nooo, baby." he pressed his nose against your cheek. hanbin ran his hand up along your hip, nails slightly scratching your skin. "no leaving the bed. 's so warm 'n comfy."

you grinned back at him, turning your phone off and reaching to toss it back onto the bedside table. you turned to face hanbin, tucking your arm underneath your head. "i really didn't mean to wake you up."

"princess," he chided, voice soft and gruff still. hanbin smiled at you, eyes crinkling. "you're fine. if you can't sleep i want you to wake me up."

"well," you said, "i definitely won't be doing that."

he sighed, shifting closer. hanbin tossed his leg back over you. he reached out with one hand, sliding his fingertips along your cheek and tucking some of your stray hair back behind your ear. "i want to be someone you can rely on, angel."

"i do," you protested. "i rely and trust you so much. but you deserve to have a good night's sleep even if i don't, you know."

hanbin huffed again. "wanna do everything with you," he said. his breath was warm against your face. "my whole life is yours, princess. when you're asleep or awake, when you're at work or you can't sleep. i'm yours, baby."

you were dumbstruck. being hanbin's princess meant you were on the receiving end of his sincere words more often than not, but that didn't make it easier to hear them. his sincerity was completely genuine, his heart pure and devout. sometimes you couldn't believe it; couldn't believe you were on the receiving end of such pure love and adoration. his words touched your heart and warmed it, made you shine from his love, but at the same time you just couldn't help but be astounded by it.

astounded by how easily he gave his love, how freely.

"okay, okay," you mumbled, looking down at his pink mouth. he was wearing a tank top and it hung from his body loosely, and when you flicked your eyes down you could see his tattoo across his collar and his collar bones. "let's try and sleep now."

hanbin hummed, eyes sliding shut. "okay. try and sleep, princess. i love you."

you murmured it back, closing your eyes. hanbin burrowed next to you, face turned down towards the mattress. you aren't sure how long you tried to sleep, but before you knew it your eyes were sliding back open once more.

you still couldn't sleep.

slowly, as to not disturb the leg hanbin had thrown over you, you turned back over to face the wall. you contemplated grabbing your phone again.

but then, just like before, an arm was moving over your body and hanbin was pressing against you. he spooned up against your back, his chest pressed against you. the entire front of him was against you, knees tucked behind your legs and arm over your body.

"princess," he scolded gently. "i know you're not going to grab your phone again."

"i can't sleep," you whined, pouting into the dark. hanbin pressed his face against your hair. "just gonna grab my phone and go to the couch."

"nooo," he said, voice breaking slightly. "let me hold you and see if that helps."

sighing, you relented. hanbin settled, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. his body was warm, the heat of it sinking underneath your own skin and bringing out a small sweat. you weren't uncomfortable, though.

his arm was a comfortable weight across your body, his hand gently splayed over your stomach. you were so fucking relaxed in his arms, safe and loved.

but you couldn't sleep.

hanbin sighed against your head when you began shifting again, his hand gently moving over your skin again. slowly his long fingers dipped to the waistband of your pants. you went completely still, breath catching in your throat.

his fingers went to your underwear band. "this okay, princess?"

you nodded, biting down on your lip in anticipation. hanbin hummed, thumb tapping against your skin. "come on, angel. answer me."

"yes."

and so hanbin pushed his hand further into your pants. he didn't slip his hand underneath your underwear, and instead his skimmed over your mound and dragged along your cunt through your panties, his touch sending a tingling sensation through your cunt.

every single part of your body was focused on hanbin's hand and how it moved against you. his long fingers smoothed along your pussy through the panties, drawing warmth and wetness from it.

hanbin repeatedly rubbed his fingertips along your clit and cunt. your pussy pulsed, juices soaking your panties. he wasn't hurried, stroking your pussy languidly, gently.

you grew antsy, however. you pressed back against him, feeling his dick against your ass, and reached down and wrapped your hand around his wrist. "binnie . . ."

hanbin chuckled into your neck. his lips skimmed against your skin, and when he spoke you could feel the shape of his words. "okay, princess. 's okay, baby. binnie's got you."

and so he pulled at your panties, pushing them aside and moving his fingers to your wet pussy. his breath shuttered against your skin as he comprehended how soaked you really were from him just stroking you through your panties.

"your little pussy's so wet," he mumbled, voice deep in your ear.

hanbin shifted, gently pushing you so you were flat back against the bed. he tossed the blanket back, baring your bodies to the cool of the room.

he pulled at your pants, and once they were pulled down around one of your ankles he brought your leg over his shoulder. hanbin's hand returned to your panties, smoothing and dragging along your pussy. he rubbed his fingers against your cunt, harsh and pulling, making your toes curl and breath shake.

"binnie --"

"i got you, angel," he said. hanbin tugged down your panties, and you shifted a leg to allow him to pull them off. once your entire bottom half was bare to the room you couldn't help but shiver. your cunt was so hot and the room was cool, and your pussy juices were wet and they cooled immediately against you once you spread your legs.

"cutie," hanbin murmured. his hands went to your pussy and then he was spreading your lips. you shivered, legs tightening around him. hanbin ducked down his head and pressed a flat kiss to your cunt.

you couldn't help but flinch with surprise, a little squeal escaping your lips. "hanbin!"

he laughed at you, eyes crinkling at the corners while warmth shone from them. it was odd, you thought, how he could look so sweet and filled with affection while between your legs with his mouth against your cunt.

"you're so fucking cute," hanbin mumbled again, moving his face down to your pussy. your heart fluttered at his curse, and you couldn't help but curl your toes in anticipation.

your cunt clenched, ready. hanbin exhaled a chuckle, and then his mouth was pressed against your hole.

despite knowing that him being between your legs with his face pressed to your cunt meant he was going to be eating you out, you couldn't help the little surprised noise that escaped you as his tongue pressed against your ring of muscle. he didn't press in, tongue just laving gently against your hole and adding to the mess of wetness.

he didn't leave you completely wanting, however. hanbin's hand went to your clit and two of his fingers framed it. he didn't press against your clit directly, letting the sides of his fingers rub against it as he stimulated the area around it, making your middle tingle with electric lust and mouth fall open in a breathless gasp.

hanbin continued at your cunt, tongue licking at your hole and sucking at it, his fingers gently massaging at your cunt, sending sparks up your body that sunk into your brain and turned it to mush.

eventually you were able to moan out his name, your hand reaching down for his hair. you tangled your fingers in his silk black blocks, tugging.

you could feel his exhale against your pussy. your fingers scratched against his scalp, and he just pressed his face to your cunt, unable to do anything due to the sensation.

hanbin lifted his hand from your cunt. his entire lower face was soaked in your juices and his spit, glistening with your wet. his sweet pink lips were red from use. and he looked delighted. hanbin smiled as soon as his eyes met yours, his free hand smoothing over your skin.

"gotta keep your hands out of my hair if you want me to finish this," hanbin said cheekily, teeth flashing.

you let out a shuttering breath, nodding. "sorry. sorry, binnie."

he chuckled, turning his face and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "it's okay, princess. you're doing so good. you're being a good girl, angel."

then hanbin was back to your pussy. his fingers slipped from your clit, trailing down to your hole to replace his mouth. he gently sunk a finger into your hole, the glide smooth. his hands were big, fingers long, and his finger sunk into you so deliciously. hanbin kept his mouth busy, moving to your clit and laving his tongue over it.

hanbin, who worked hard at everything he did, found your core instantly. he grazed his finger along your core, and when you jumped, a high keening whine escaping your mouth, he laughed again.

he withdrew his finger, dragging it against your walls. your cunt clenched down around his digit, trying keep him from withdrawing completely. meanwhile his tongue kept at your clit, gently laving at it, languidly licking as if it were a sweet treat.

hanbin didn't leave you hanging, and soon he was pressing two of his fingers into your pussy. the stretch burned slightly, but it was the sort of ache that had you wanting to fuck down and wanting to moan more.

hanbin began fucking his fingers into you, striking your core. the electricity spread through you, and when he began sucking at your clit your entire body felt like it was alight.

he continued his ministrations through your orgasm, tongue at your clit and fingers in your cunt. your mind traveled, a haze clouding it and making you seem as if you were floating.

when you returned to consciousness hanbin was gently kissing your thighs, his fingers still in your pussy. he darted his eyes up to you after every kiss, and once he realized you were looking back at him he gave you a blinding grin.

"there's my princess," he hummed, leaning his head on your thigh, cheek smooshing. "how you doing, lovely? tired yet?"

you laughed breathlessly, leaning your head back onto the pillow.

hanbin grinned against your skin, and then he was traveling up your body. his mouth skimmed along your skin; over your stomach and over the hills of your tits, stopping to lazily suckle at your nipple. eventually he found his way to your face, and then his mouth was pressing messily against yours.

it was wet. that was the first thing you noticed. you could taste yourself, could taste the juices off of his lips. the slightly bitter taste of your pussy was offset by the sweetness of his kiss, the way his mouth gently moved back and forth over yours; sweet, as if he hadn't just spent however long with his face in your pussy.

his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking into it. he sucked at your lower lip; nipped at it; soothed it with his tongue.

and then his fingers were slipping back down your body and to your pussy. your body tightened.

hanbin hummed. "how are you doing, princess? this okay?"

you nodded. hanbin gave a questioning him, and you murmured an affirmative yes.

his fingers went to your pussy. it was still drenched from your spit and juices, and it was far too easy for him to find your slippery clit. he rubbed at it somewhat harshly, but you welcomed it. it was easy for another orgasm to build up, and you grinded down on his fingers relentlessly, wanting that rigid strength hanbin provided with his fingers.

hanbin mouthed at your lips, breath coming heavily from both of your noses. your mouths began colliding in fervent rushes, tongues rolling out to meet one another, soothing over one another.

your breathing was labored; your moans long. between every sloppy press of your mouths hanbin was murmuring to you. "good girl," he said, "so sweet and good. come on princess, come on; give binnie another one."

your second orgasm was gentler than your first. no fireworks. instead it was a wave, and you welcomed it eagerly with hanbin's mouth still working at yours, his fingers unrelenting.

eventually he withdrew entirely from your cunt. he went back down the bed, spreading your thighs to look at his handiwork. you were, of course, still soaked. your juices were slowly beginning to dry, the stickiness making your thighs stick slightly together.

"what a messy girl," hanbin said fondly. he hurriedly bent down to press a kiss to your stomach. "i'll go grab a wet towel to clean you."

"noo," you whined. "don't leave me."

hanbin grinned up at you, eyes sparkling. "come on, princess. you'll be all sticky and grumpy in the morning."

he was countering your protest but you knew hanbin loved; loved how clingy you would get. he loved it when you wanted him close, when you whined and pouted at him for his attention.

you beckoned him back up your body. hanbin sighed dramatically but he had a large smile on his face. he climbed back up and framed your body with his, legs on either side of yours, arms surrounding your torso. hanbin lowered himself so he could press the tip of his nose against yours.

"hm?" he said, voice taking on a cute tone, "is my princess being all clingy?"

you hummed back, grinning and wrinkling your nose. you settled a gentle hand against his chest, pushing him lightly onto his side. and then you were smoothing your hand down his chest, running it over the fabric of his tank top and slipping underneath his waistband.

hanbin tucked his forehead against yours, looking down and watching as your fingers plucked at the hem of his shorts. "you don't gotta do anything," he said.

but you slid your hand the rest of the way. his cock was hard and warm when you touched it. his cockhead was wet from precum, and you pressed down the flat of your thumb along the tip.

hanbin let out a strangled moan. "angel," he said, voice tight.

you brought your hand from his shorts, and, not having many alternatives, you moved it between your thighs. you nestled it into your cunt. the juices stuck to your thighs were dry, but when you pressed your palm to your pussy and dragged it along you the wetness that still remained.

hanbin moaned loudly when you returned your hand to his dick. your cunt juices made the slide easy, and you kept a slightly loose grip around his cock. hanbin's breathing rose in pitch, and he fucked into your hand.

"tight --" he whimpered, dark brows furrowing. "tighten your fist, baby."

you did as he said. you tightened your fist around his cock, thumb pressing. you twisted your hand up as he fucked into your fist.

"come on, binnie," you mumbled. "cum for me, please."

hanbin groaned, teeth biting into his lip. it was only a handful of seconds more before your sensitive boyfriend was cumming into his pants, groan loud in your ears.

you pulled back, watching him. hanbin's cheeks were flushed red, his lips wide open and dark lashes fluttering. he was so beautiful like this, coming down from his high.

his gaze focused on you. he laughed breathlessly as he caught your eyes, pitching forward and dragging you into his arms, trapping your hand in his pants still.

"baby," he giggled, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. "how on earth are we supposed to sleep now?"

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f3mme-f4tale · 3 months

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a brew of history

Part One

content warnings: modern au, no real warnings except explicit language word count: 1.3k additional tags: mutual pining, embarrassed ellie, barista!ellie, just fluff really, best friend jesse a/n: first ellie post omg hehe. i haven't written fanfiction in so long, so i apologize for how scattered this may seem. i'm (finally) graduating with my undergrad in april, so i'm hoping that i can dedicate some more of my free time into creative writing this year! lmk if any of y'all wanna be mutuals mwah

important info about palestine

prologue

You couldn't recall exactly when you started to look forward to your morning routine more than usual. Perhaps it was when the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans began to mingle with the scent of aged manuscripts and artifacts. Or maybe it was when you first noticed the cheerful smile of the barista across the street, Ellie, as she handed over the perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

The local history museum where you worked stood tall and proud, its grand facade a testament to the stories held within its walls. As the assistant collections manager, your days were consumed with cataloging, preserving, and inputting the items into the online database. It was a job you adored, one that allowed you to immerse yourself in the past and connect with the present through the lens of time.

But there was something about Ellie that added a new dimension to your mornings. Each day, like clockwork, you would step off the 48 bus line and make your way across the cobblestone street to the cozy coffee shop. And each day, Ellie would greet you with a warm smile and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

"Good morning," Ellie would say, her voice as inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

"Morning, Ellie," you would reply, returning the smile. It was a simple exchange, yet it never failed to brighten your day.

As the weeks went by, the interactions evolved beyond mere pleasantries. You began to exchange snippets of conversation—small talk about the weather, musings about the latest museum exhibit, and eventually, deeper discussions about the shared passions for art. You found yourself eagerly anticipating the morning conversations, the moments of connection amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. There was something about the way Ellie listened intently, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, that made you feel seen and understood in a way you hadn't before.

So when Ellie had begun to leave doodles on your to-go cups, you felt obligated to return the favor in some way. It started innocently enough, with a simple "thank you" scribbled on a napkin, accompanied by a smiley face. But as the days passed and your interactions became more frequent, your gestures grew bolder, more playful.

On this particular morning, the one after you had meticulously scoured the back office for a set of pencils to match the parcel in your bag, you realized you were running late for work. You were supposed to be at your desk ten minutes ago, and yet here you were, still a block away. You tried your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as you glanced at your watch, until the familiar awning came into view and you practically ran into an older gentleman as you swung open the door.

As the jingle of the large oak door signaled your arrival, the familiar gleam of the girl behind the counter drowned out your previous anxieties. Her hair was tied back in her usual low bun, a gray flannel adorning her slim torso, a black apron tied loosely around her hips. As Ellie handed you your usual order – because of course she already had it made – you slid a journal across the counter, a mischievous gleam in your eye.

"For you," you said with a grin, watching as Ellie's curiosity piqued. Ellie's eyes widened in surprise as you flipped open the sketch pad, revealing a whimsical drawing of the two of you—coffee cups in hand, surrounded by swirling patterns and doodles.

“Well this is quite…” she began, laughing quietly to herself.

“Oh you are the artist, that’s for sure. But I always feel guilty putting your little doodles in the compost bin, so I figured I’d offer something more…” You flipped through the remaining blank pages, turning the leather bound book in your hand, “Permanent.”

“Oh, I can’t just take this,” Ellie suddenly felt flustered. A pretty girl gifting her art supplies when she could barely afford rent?

“Dude,” You pushed the journal into her reluctant grasp. “We have like a hundred of these just floating around from overstock at the giftshop.”

Ellie's cheeks flushed with gratitude as she traced her fingers over the smooth leather cover of the sketch pad. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion.

"You're welcome," you replied, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction at her reaction. You dug around in your purse trying to find the exact amount of change for your latte, the line of people now forming behind you a reminder that you were, in fact, still running late for work.

“It’s on the house,” Ellie rushed out, attempting to reach out and stop your anxious rummaging. You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Are you even allowed to do that?” You replied, tucking a portion of your hair behind your ear. Could Ellie tell how clammy you were? The barista only shrugged and offered back a sly smile. Knowing you didn’t have the time to argue, and before thinking it through fully, you grabbed a pen from the cup next to a collection of straws and napkins. As your fingers grazed Ellie’s arm, the ink diligently showcasing the swirling of your writing on the other girl’s forearm, Ellie could swear that every patron in the shop could hear how loud her heart was beating.

"In case you ever need someone to cover your shift," you said with a playful grin, grabbing your coffee and at last making your final trek to the building next door.

As you grabbed your coffee and hurried out the door, Ellie stood rooted to the spot, her mind swirling with a million thoughts and emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was over analyzing the interaction. A sudden jolt to her side earned her best friend, Jesse, a sharp kick to the shin.

“Ow!” He whined, putting his hands up in defense. “One conversation with a pretty girl and you zone out. There’s customers and I’d love to be done by three.” Ellie rolled her eyes, going back to actually doing her job and not drooling over the woman who had become a regular.

“Dina won’t care if we’re late,” Ellie mumbles, running the espresso machine for another order.

“That’s bullcrap and you know it,” Jesse shakes his head, restocking the ice and rolling his eyes. “She’ll have both our heads.”

“Whatever,” Ellie groans, opening up a new carton of oatmilk. God, she complains, why do queer women love oatmilk so much?

Despite the flurry of activity at the museum, you sat quietly humming to yourself in the back storage rooms. You put your anxious energy into your work, trying to focus on deframing old pieces. You made quick work of the frames, carefully utilizing a box cutter to slice the paper backing and removing the mat – the acid-free board that most of the artwork in the collection is taped to – from the plexiglass. As you work through this older collection, you evaluate the condition of each print and place it in a pile to either be put into storage or deaccessioned.

And yet, amidst the meticulous work of evaluating, your mind kept wandering back to Ellie and the uncertain exchange at the coffee shop. You couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension. What if you had misread her signals? What if your attempt at playful flirtation had come across as presumptuous? These questions circled endlessly in your mind, distracting you from the task at hand.

As you carefully removed the last print from its frame, you mentally checked off one of the various tasks on your todo list. The little remaining coffee from this morning had gone cold, a frown adorning your face as you rinsed the cup and tossed it in a bin. Your phone, which has been balanced precariously on the edge of your work station, buzzed softly.

[xxx-xxx-xxxx]: leaving your digits on my arm, huh? trying to make sure I don't forget you?

Your heart fluttered at the sight of her message, a mixture of anticipation and relief washing over you. She hadn't outright rejected your gesture, and her playful tone hinted at a mutual interest.

you: guilty as charged! wanted to make sure to leave my mark :p

#ellie x reader #tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams #abrewofhistory #fanfic #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #modern au #wlw fanfic

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dangerouslyknown · 1 year

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A fellow Kizaru lover 👀👀👀 Yessss- so I have a request you don't have to if you don't wanna. So- Kizaru with a lover who is also a Admarl... But is a big workaholic. Enough so that one day he just keeps her in bed and refuses to let her leave because she hasn't been home or been able to spend time with him for days. XD Love your writing!!

"Your only priority"

(Kizaru x Reader)

Word count: 1196 Characters/pairing: Kizaru/Borsalino x workaholic gn!reader A/N: Love the request and I appreciate you sending it <3 Warnings/tags: Dominant Kizaru, no NSFW but some things might count as suggestive

You flip over on the double bed, sleeping restlessly until the alarm goes off. It takes you a moment to burst awake. You can’t be late for work.

Before getting up, you notice how there is no one on the other side of the bed. Still sleepy, your hand wanders and searches for him in the empty sheets. Usually Borsalino was still sleeping beside you and you usually woke up before him. A yawn escaped your mouth as you muttered his name.

“Borsalino..?”

Before you could process that there was no immediate reply you heard familiar footsteps coming closer and the bedroom door opened. You opened your eyes completely, seeing the tall man closing the door behind him as he advanced further in the room.

“Morning, sleepyhead~” He says, sounding genuine and warm. Then he creeps closer to you with fast moments and sits on the bed next to you. Your lips curve into a slight smile as he does so. You feel his hand stroking your arm.

“I need to get ready for work, Bors.” You say to him, letting out a yawn again and lifting your body to get up.

Suddenly the look in his eyes changed and you felt him grip on your wrists, pinning you down. You give him a confused look as he stares at you, his eyes quite intimidating.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to challenge his strength by pushing against him. You are both strong admirals of the Marines, but there is no denying he is even stronger than you. You could still hold up a fight against him pretty well, but what comes to pure strength, he wins by far.

He gives you a smirk, leaning closer to you, still pinning you down. He shares a real close proximity with you right now. You smell his breath, which has a hint of the scent of coffee in it.

“What... am I doing?” He repeats your question, raising his other eyebrow. “What are you doing? You haven’t been home at all recently.” He adds, keeping eye contact with you and your heartbeat rises.

“I have an important job and I need to work a lot.” You state, trying to convince him to let go. He keeps looking at you, leaning a little closer.

“Is that so? Well~ So do I and I have time to be home. Why don’t you?” He says, his voice still sounding intimidating. Your convincement didn’t seem to work. You look away from him for a brief moment, trying to come up with something to say. You take a quick glance at the alarm clock, getting worried you will actually be late. He notices your reaction.

“You never have time to be with me.” He speaks up again, a certain blame on his voice. It makes you feel a sting in your heart, but you try to brush it off by smiling softly.

“I still love you. Besides, work is very important to me and you know it.” You explain, hoping for him to understand. And he does seem understanding, but just for a mere split second.

“Would you go as far as to say that work is your top priority, huh~?” His grip on your wrists tighten up.

“I… I suppose it sounds bad when you say it like that. But yes.” You say, hesitating. You feel nervous as you have no idea what exactly he is thinking about right now.

He replies to your words with a stern look. He didn’t seem to approve of what you were saying at all. It didn’t ease your nervousness.

“I should be your top priority. Your only priority.” He scolds you with the dragging tone of his. Your heart skips a beat as you lock eye contact with him. He is not playing games with you. He seems almost serious, which is rare for him.

You couldn’t say anything to him as you were stunned.

“You are on the top of my list, trust me. I will spend time with you when I have a day off.” You say, raising your voice. He leans onward towards you, getting even closer.

“Why not have a day off today, then? Hmm~” He whispered in your ear, expecting a reaction. He lifts his head to take a look at your face. You look even more stunned, avoiding eye contact. The situation and your reaction cause a chuckle to escape his lips. He finds this amusing despite the hint of seriousness he gives off. After chuckling he quickly returns to having a daunting look. His gaze feels demanding, desiring for an answer.

“I can’t, Borsalino. I have an important meeting today and-” You began to insist him to let you go, but he cut you off.

“I am not taking no for an answer.” He threatened, grinning at you. His grin implies that he isn’t actually threatening you, but he does possess dominance in this situation. You slowly start to accept your fate.

“Okay. I will take a day off today…” You finally agreed doubtfully. He smiles upon hearing that, all the fainting intimidation away.

“Good. Excellent~” he murmured, loosening his grip, tilting his head with a relaxed look on his face. Your nervousness eased out. He pulls away from being so close to you, giving you some room to breathe.

You take a sitting position on the bed, taking a deep breath through your nose, having him in your sight. He smiled at you with his lazy smile which was his trademark. At the same time, there is a rather expecting look on his face. You take a glance in his eyes, catching on what he means.

He purses his lips a bit, then allows a grin to spread across his face once again. You understood the assignment and moved closer to him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. He seems to be overjoyed by it.

“It has been a while since we kissed. Thank you~” He bubbles with happiness and squints his eyes. Embarrassed, your cheeks gain a slight blush. He is right. It has been a while. This kind of brought you back to earth if you could say so. You seriously couldn’t remember the last time you had spent quality time with Borsalino and it makes you almost upset. The corner of your mouth turns downwards, but he seems to notice this as he re-opened his eyes.

He reached out his hand towards you, placing it on your cheek and holding it there. He caressed your chin with his thumb.

“Oh, don’t be sad. We have the whole day to ourselves.”

“Right~?” He adds to what he said previously and smiles at you. You look at him almost sheepishly, but you cheer up immediately. His hand on your cheek and his soft smile on his face makes you feel calm and relaxed. No worries anymore. He seems happy that you cheered up.

“Come on, now. Let’s have fun!” He soothes, gaining his amused expression and tone back. He leans closer to you again, pressing his lips against your lips and giving you a proper kiss. It lifted up the mood even more so.

(This has quite some potential for a part 2 hmm?)

#dangerouslyknown #dangerouslyknownworks #dangerouslyfics #one piece #kizaru #borsalino #admiral kizaru #one piece x reader #kizaru x reader #borsalino x reader #dangerouslyknownrequest

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swords-of-a-soilder · 3 months

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Hey guys just a reminder to think critical about the information present to you, when in doubt check it yourself!

I still see misinformation spread about this situation despite it being mostly over. Please note the "victim's" (in quotes because she doesn't seem to like being called such) account is not Private.

You can check for yourself if you see someone sharing around a screenshot of what she allegedly said, it was private before but it's not anymore you can check.

All I ask is you don't harass her; I will say at the moment as someone who's made the mistake of publicity saying "I'm a victim of domestic abuse" and then got spammed by assholes telling me I deserved the abuse and or I'm lying about it, it seems most of her haters are just misgontic trolls.

I've only seen one of them claim to be in support of Forver but the hash tags they present for their movement "protect forever" is just a spam hashtag for a movie promotion and "we Stan with forever" is completely empty.

(I'm not gonna link it because I think it's irrelevant, the person who made the comment is very clearly a troll who intents to make Forver look bad. If you support Forever you would respect the "victim" as he requested)

That being said as someone who's study her account and way of typing for the past few days please know her character right now is "this is what happened but I'm not a victim and please leave Forver alone".

so without naming any names if you see a burner/alt account Sharing a screenshot of her saying something along the lines of oh idk, "Forver has done a lot worst that what it seems they're trying to clean up his image you don't know the full story."

And you, like me was just on her account that morning because despite "ending" your research for mental health reasons you find yourself still looking into it by second nature.

And didn't see a single tweet like that despite checking the replies, yeah press X to doubt on that motherfucker

People will lie for; attention and or to make Forever look worst, do not forget that this started with an Anti and whether you believe it or not antis will contuine to fan the flames so people don't start questioning them.

And it's no coincidence that as soon as a lot of people as started expressing concern of the intention of the account that cancelled Forever, that a screenshot of the victim acting out of character and directly accuassing Forver start circulating.

Check for yourself

Again the "victims" account isn't private right now, you should be able find it on your own but if you been searching for a while and genuinely can't dm me (at least try first, don't spam me) with you regular account no atls or burners, I won't be exposing anyone if that's y'all fear but again as someone who's been harassed by trolls before for Just saying I was a victim I don't trust y'all like that.

You shouldn't be afarid of anyone knowing you went looking for the account anyways, as long as you have good intentions.

If you ask for it using your official active account I will be in less doubt that you want to just harass her for the fun of it. Also I don't wanna just leave the link on this post so ass-wipe who didn't even read the post can click and it try to harass her into going Private again.

#forever situation #think with your Brian please #remember antis can't be trusted Process with a tablespoon of salt at all times

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coffee-in-veins · 5 months

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You mentioning the DD 2 steam sale reminds me that despite the fact I bought the game early access, they expect people to buy it AGAIN if they want it on Steam. I can't put to words why it makes me so upset, I just want the fucking Steam icons!! And to not spend another $40 for them!!

hullo hullo!

thank you for the ask and sharing in my pain. and sorry for such a late reply, my inbox is a mess and I feel like i don't do it justice when people are trying to reach to me... i'm very sorry, I'll do my best to do better

to be honest, i'm kinda on the fence with all this 'exclusive early access'. especially with the DLC announced. they made people buy the game, and now will try to sell characters separately. don't get me wrong - this is an amazing monetary model... if you're the seller. have you noticed their wording in their answer to the questions about future DLCs?

translated from polite talk: If this crusader DLC is lucrative, we will make more DLCs with heroes you actually want, so if you wanna see the one you are actually interested, prepare to pay up! this feels almost like holding other heroes hostage so to speak - get enough cash to get previous ones or the one you actually want won't see the light of the day.

and i mean... this just reminds me so, so much of EA or Total War, you know? it sure is lucrative for them, people are dying to see their favs in gorgeous 3D (if they don't treat them like poor Damian over there but i digress...), and play with them in new maps against new bosses... i just dunno if i can be bothered to cough up 10$ or however much they'd want for each pair of them, you know? if we count all of the missing heroes and if they'll continue Crus' model (aka 1 oldie and 1 newcomer per DLC), DD2 becomes almost scarily expencive. especially where i am now.

honestly, with the amount of shit around me, i almost stopped monitoring the situation, but i am curious about the price they'll put on Rey fans to have him back (the achievements for Rey and Dis are just grinding the boot at this point imo), and how this all will be received. we'll have to wait an see, i guess.

but i'm scared that people will be happy and they will cough up that money, and RH will follow this monetization path, follow? not meaningful DLCs with mechanics like Farmstead or Crimson Court, but hero packs. and i am genuinely not sure what to feel about it. sure i'm happy Rey gets to be in DD2 but... shouldn't he be there by default? especially if they add achievements for him, Dis and the Usual Suspects. dunno. i don't want to be too negative or sound like a tin foil conspirator, but it almost feels like a planned idea? see if people want their old characters back, and then put a price tag on nostalgia and attachments and see if it will work.

#my shoebox of letters #Grievings of the mountain || discussing DD2

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shinyzango · 7 months

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Genuine question, coming from an artist, writer and new user of Tumblr.

How you interact with people on the platform? It seems easy but somehow I get really anxious trying pull the move. Hell! I’m even asking you anonymously about a simple advice. I’ve seen you make contacts and acquaintances here Tumblr with other artist on the platform. The anxiety might come from being afraid of being judge or even harass to no returning point but genuinely, I wanna know (I’m very eager to write my own pokepastas, aus and much more).

You don’t have to answer this since your blog has any really about that, just need a small advice to know how to “surf” here.

- DLC.

Well to be completely honest, I'm the last person you should ask that dkfgjnsdkgb

As much as I've made a lot of friends on here, I'm still shy as hell when it comes to actually interacting with someone. If I do it's usually after a long time of me following them. But it's mainly a me thing, I need time to get comfortable with a person and see if they're someone I'm comfortable talking to.

And to be fair, I should return being more active publicly. I used to be a lot more open and chatty in the past (even tho it was mainly for venting and such, which I stopped doing because I don't want to spread negativity anymore). Hopefully I'll return being more active soon.

Anyways uuuh I got lost in my own stuff, let me get back on track.

My advice is to do your thing, just have fun. Look around. Share and enjoy that you love. Leaving comments in the tags or even in replies will do a lot to help break that ice on the long run.

But in my opinion the golden rule is to not rush things. Get yourself comfortable first. Know your limits. If you're sharing your content, do it because you want to share it, not to have people talk to you. It sounds dumb but it's a really important point to keep in mind.

As for the anxiety over being judged or harassed, I know that feeling, and the advice I can give you is to take a breather and just be yourself. As long as you are honest, things will eventually click. And if it doesn't, then it's no big deal. You won't click with everyone, and that's ok.

But take my advices with a pinch of salt, this all comes from someone who is generally socially awkward and takes a lot of time to get comfortable enough to speak to strangers and/or in new environments.

I still hope this long rambling managed to help out even a tiny bit :'D

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sailorsally · 7 months

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feeling rather parasocially bitter about the jibcon situation. like i genuinely cannot believe daniela kept misha tagged through all her replies whilst also liking tweets that can only be described as insulting towards him…

v glad he seems to have found other cons that know his worth!

Fuck her! I'm inviting yall over to mine, Misha will be making some variation of Lasagne. Bring wine!

(on a serious note tho, what she did is vile. making it look like misha is too greedy and basically putting blame on him! Just the whole situation is so unprofessional! You don't share details about conducting your business online like this! She always behaves like a crazy fan and never like an organizer, tbh it's hella embarrassing the way she always "handles" these things 😶 but also tbh I could see Misha telling his manager to increase his prices for JiB because he needed somehow to get out of it & if he did, I won't blame him. From things I have heard about Daniela, I wouldn't wanna spend 5 minutes in the same room as her either)

#ask sally #jib drama #jibcon

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celestie0 · 10 days

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heyy ellie omg ive been following kickoff since chapter 7 came out and i came across it and i read all of it in like one night i instantly fell in love w it omg this story genuinely has me in a chokehold lol im not even much of a gojo fan or a big reader but this storyyyyy omds 🩷🩷 and i just wanted to let u know how talented and nice you are as a writer sharing ur works with everyone its truly a blessing bruh goddess istg 😞 i love in another life and l&l tooooo

i had a question too, will kickoff have a good ending? i saw on a tag in one of ur ask replies that u said there’d be “calm before the storm” and im rlly hoping theres calm after it too ig lmao i love them sm😭😭

OU MY FUCKING GOD HOW FUCKING CUTE AN D SWEET ARE YOU??? imma eat u like the witch in hansel n gretel 💕💕💕

im so happy you enjoy the story omg :””) means sm to meee n awwwslskshdhd youve been here since ch7 <33 that feels like so long ago im so grateful for your support 😭😭😭 of coursseee it’s my pleasure to share my works w u guys 🥲🥲 TYSM for the love on my other fics as well imma eat u fr

and yesss my love kickoff will have a VERY happy ending, i swoon a little just thinking ab it 🤣🤣 yes there will be things that test their relationship tho for sure🧍🏻‍♀️but i’m trying to develop their feelings from just liking one another into loving one another, and i wanna be thorough w it (sorry im such a fucking romantic i get rly in my head ab the concept of love n what it means, n i really wanna play around w that in kickoff since it’s my first long fic series)

there’ll be calm after the storm for sure :)

#TYSM FOR ask bb and lock ur doors tn otherwise i will kidnap u for how cute u are #🤣🤣🤣💕💕💕#kickoff #asks #anon

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melancholic-entrails · 1 year

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( sort of long rambles, anyone can interact, stay civil. )

anything can be used to groom someone/desensitise them to real life rape and sexual assault and incestuous situations and violent situations. anything. that includes your fanfic with incest themes.

i'm not saying that it's morally reprehensible to write these things.

i'm saying that it can be used.

if you wanna write stuff that talks about / involves taboo topics, good for you, just do these:

tag properly

put a disclaimer on the bio

ex: something simple like " i don't condone this in real life, read the tags and trigger warnings here:"

if you want to recommend something messed up to someone properly warn them so they don't go in blind.

this is a complex topic, and it isn't as easy as proship/antiship.

it's ok if your thing isn't someone else's, and someone else's isn't yours. there are things wrong with fandom culture, to be honest. about how you can just easily speak with anyone you want about certain things, the internet blurs boundaries. i'm not denying that.

that is everyone's responsibility. if you were groomed by a media, that is not your fault. it is the fault of your groomer(s).

it is also not the media's fault, if it is fictional. if it has taboo subjects mentioned and it isn't genuine, real life children being exploited **in the media itself**, it isn't the media's fault. hell, even then, it would be the creators' / the groomer who manipulated a child/anyone into creating the media.

if it is real child pornography, with real life children being filmed and hurt. that is inexcusable. and that is the media creators' fault. the creator in these situations is the one who either made it, knowing it is hurtful. or the one who was manipulating someone into making it.

if you have been groomed with certain media, but the media itself/ the media creator themselves aren't the perpetrators, it is perfectly alright, acceptable, good, to not feel comfortable interacting with that media or seeing posts and the like about it.

that does not mean all the people that enjoy that media / created that media are the same as your perpetrator.

fans of the media / tropes that were used to groom you are not your groomer.

that does not mean you have to interact with the media at all, or interact with the fans of the media. it just means that you need to acknowledge, to move forward, that they are not your groomers.

fandom spaces do have a long ways to go, with people tagging things properly, warning things properly, speaking with each other in a civil way, etc, etc. that much, i think, everyone can agree on.

as i said before, this is a very complex topic. i'm also not the best at articulating my words. i just think that this is very important, more so than being a proshipper, or an anti-shipper, or not liking someone elses' kinks, or being absolutely sex repulsed or squicked out by incestuous or age gap ships, or being triggered by those things.

fandom should be a community where people can share their interest in topics without being afraid of getting sent death threats or being triggered wherever they go.

please, tag things properly. please, be civil with each other. stop calling people proshitters and antishitters and telling them to kill themselves and what have you. we all just want to feel safe in a place where we can talk about media we like.

tag things properly. it doesn't matter who you are. tag things properly. please.

( anyone can interact with this post, as long as they stay civil in the replies, comments, etc, and if anyone else has anything to add that they feel would be of note on this topic, please comment. because it's more nuanced than "ew, this person likes fictional incest." thanks. )

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bitciziad · 9 months

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welcome to my blog || minors + ageless profiles DNI !!

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i have zero idea how tumblr works i’m rawdogging it cuz i learn no other way, expect a lot of editing but we got this dwdw

i’ll mostly use this blog for Degrees of Lewdity, meaning MINORS DNI. no age = blocked :(

i do NOT tolerate: -> homophobia, transphobia, racism, the sexualization of minors/pedophilia, etc.

NSFW material will be reblogged, posted, drawn, etc. while the content i personally create might not be that explicit, the community i interact with is - which can include art + stories with nudity, dub/noncon, sex, gore, etc. so just like general cw there. heavy on the might.

viewer discretion is advised!

blog navigation:

#binge!myart - my posted art ! have fun homie

#dol!hc - headcanons kinda (or shitposts)

#bitwip - work in progresses OR unrelated text

#others art - rb art that isn’t mine !!

#reblog - self explanatory text rb’s ykyk

#asks/messages - answered inbox stuff

T.B.C. - the hashtag stuff confuses me but i’ll figure it out so… to be continued ?? tags might change and i’ll link ‘em later.

side note; any specific character art you want to see will just have the normal DoL tag (ex: #kylar the loner // #dol kylar) on my profile, which will also be included with the reblogs! idk i’m figuring it out

other stuff, FAQ:

using my art:

feel free to use my fanart with credit as pfps on tumblr, you can also use/reference my designs for DoL! love that n i don’t mind, all i ask is that my personal art of OCs are not taken (or art that i specifically create for others) and to not repost any of my art on other platforms whatsoever. other than that idc, i get inspired by all y’all anyway so have fun go crazy go stupid

inbox/questions:

i genuinely have very little clue as to how asks work but i love to see them so we’ll burn that bridge together when we get there ;) it takes me a minute to respond but i’ll try just for you tho bb dw say whatever you want i gotchu i don’t mind if it’s related to DoL or not, be unhinged n curious always babes i’ll absolutely reply when i can

what is DoL?:

if you followed my account without knowing what DoL is - degrees of lewdity (DoL) is basically a free-range-do-what-you-will text-based explicit porn game that contains mostly any and all mature NSFW topics of dubcon, noncon, sex, drugs, abuse, etc. with other world/story elements. all characters in the game are 18+

bitciziad?:

you can call me bitciziad or binge! i’m 19 and bi as hell (drooling over any and everyone forever and always YUH) anyway i’m a self indulgent (but procrastinating) fanartist n i make out with the homies PASSIONATELY so pucker up we bout to kiss. on the lips.

on another note though feel free to interact with however you do that, i talk a LOT im shameless babes u wanna share music ?? art ?? headcanons ?? just shoot the shit ?? i gotchu BUT THANK YOUU for liking my art/the comments or tags you leave y’all’re great

anyway that’s all for now i think so have this tiny ass mta doodle i did forever ago for a filler, 100% expect for this to get edited at some point along with everything i will ever post ever™

#binge!myart #bitwip #intro? kinda?#idk we rawdogging it y’all

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vodika-vibes · 8 months

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Post Order 66 part 16

Cal and Spark decide that organized rebellion may, actually, be their thing. Rex has a conversation with Fives. Kanna gets some surprising news, which she shares with Fox and Wolffe. And the crew of the Liberty make a startling discover while raiding a ghost ship.

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny, @thestarwarslesbian, @xylionet

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” Senator Chuchi had the grace, at least, to genuinely look apologetic. Not that it did much for Cal’s mood. Or Spark’s, for that matter.

“There’s gotta be something you can do, mate-er…Senator.” Spark said, his eyes wild.

“I’m sorry. My hands are tied.” She smiled up at the much taller man, “Maybe if Senator Organa was still alive but-” Riyo Chuchi shook her head, “I’m sorry.” She politely excused herself back to her aide.

“She thinks the Empire killed the Organas,” Cal murmured under her breath.

“It probably did.” Spark replied scathingly. “Come on, Dove. Time to reassess.”

“Don’t call me that.” Cal said immediately, as she scrunched up her nose at the awful nickname. “Also, incoming.” She tilted her head towards the pair of clones heading their way.

“Fuck.” Spark grabbed Cal’s arm and tugged her in the opposite direction that the clones were coming from.

“That’s enough of that,” Dogma, because of course it was fucking Dogma, said as he cut them off, “I’m afraid I’m here to take you both in.”

“Why the fuck are you so obsessed with us” Spark snapped, “We committed no crime.”

“Harassing a Senator-”

“We weren’t harassing her!” Cal blurted.

“Is it illegal to talk to a Senator now?” Spark asked, fury writ on every line of his body.

“Then what were you talking to her about?” Dogma asked, his voice flat.

“We wanted her support in allowing concerts back to Coruscant,” Cal lied flawlessly.

“Concerts? You expect me to believe that?”

“I have fucking statistics.” Cal spat, glaring up at the taller man. She couldn’t believe that he was related to Fives. “You wanna hear them?”

He sighed behind his helmet, “Fine. You were discussing concerts.” Dogma was still for a moment, though Cal would put credits that he was looking between the both of them. And when he spoke, it was very, very careful. “You cannot stay here.” He said.

Spark’s head snapped up and Cal looked momentarily stunned. “I beg your pardon?” She asked.

Dogma seemed to struggle for a moment, before he spoke again, “You cannot stay here.” He repeated. “It’s not…” He paused, “This place isn’t for you.”

“As in the Senate plaza or-”

“Coruscant isn’t for you.” Dogma interrupted, his voice sounding odd.

Spark and Cal shared a look. Unless Cal wasn’t mistaken…that sounded like a warning. Obviously, by the look on Spark’s face, he agreed. Maybe Spark’s Dogma was still in there somewhere, under the rules and regulations that he hid behind.

Spark looked at Cal and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Cal sighed silently, and then she focused her gaze on Dogma. “Of course,” She said brightly, “We’ll be leaving then.”

Dogma nodded, and turned away from her and Spark.

Cal winced when Spark struck, using a stun baton he pulled from Cal’s purse to knock Dogma unconscious. He then handed Cal back her stun baton, and slung Dogma over his shoulder.

“Alright. Time to go.”

“This is a terrible idea, Spark.” Cal said as she started running ahead of Spark.

“I know, I know! But I couldn’t leave him behind!”

“You’re so very lucky that Melli already told us we could take their ship when we needed to run from Coruscant!” Cal called over her shoulder as she ran over to the lift that would bring them to the lower levels.

Spark joined her, but didn’t activate the lift until he finished flinging Dogma’s armor somewhere else. “Right?”

The pair slumped against the walls of the lift as the door slammed shut and they started going down. They looked at each other, and then down at Dogma.

Cal broke first, a muffled giggle escaping her lips. Spark soon joined her, his deep laughter filling the small room.

He held out his fist, eyes dancing with mischief, “Long live the Republic.”

Cal grinned and bumped her fist against his, “Ever may her light shine.”

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Rex didn’t think he was ever going to see Jesse again. In fact, he was fairly certain that his vod died in that crash. But here he was, standing there, an easy grin on his features and a prosthetic arm slung over Raiya’s shoulders.

And that was a surprise in and of itself.

Oh sure, he knew that Jesse had a thing for Raiya. Hell, a blind man would have been able to see it, with how obvious Jesse had been about her. But he didn’t think that Jesse would ever pull his head out of his ass long enough to actually be able to touch her.

“Is there a reason you haven’t spoken to him yet, Rex?” Fives was stretched out across two seats next to him, and Rex didn’t have the will to tell him that he had to share.

“...I left him behind, Fives.” Rex said quietly, “I left him behind. How many of our other vod’e-”

“Come on, Rex, that’s not fair.” Fives interrupted, “By all accounts, it was chaotic right after the order went out. You had to get Ahsoka to safety. You had to. Jesse doesn’t blame you for that.”

“...You talked to him?”

“Yup. And Raiya. She cried, which is impressive since I thought she hated me.” Fives shrugged, “Turns out she’s just really reserved.”

Rex let out a short laugh, “I could have told you that,” His gaze flickered over towards Jesse and Raiya, and he smiled when Jesse kissed her temple. “She looks better,” He said with a sigh.

“Oh?”

“Those first few months after the Order went out, I went looking for her. I…my biggest fear was that she was stuck on the Resolute. I offered her a place here, but she just seemed to look right through me.”

“Mm. I got the feeling that she was tired of fighting…and maybe she was a little afraid that we would have to fight vod’e.” Fives picked up his bottle but he didn’t take a drink, instead he started peeling the label.

It was a specific brand of drink that Fives preferred. So it was kind of surprising that he wasn’t drinking it.

“Everything alright?” Rex asked.

Fives paused, and then he tilted the bottle towards him, “Yeah. Everything is great.”

Oh, it absolutely wasn’t. “Come on, vod. What’s eating you?” Rex prodded.

Fives was quiet for a long moment, and then he set the bottle down on the table, “You know I have - had- a girl on Coruscant, right?”

Rex felt a surge of guilt. He did know that. He even met her before. He had been the one to tell her that Fives had been killed, after all. And then he just…never checked on her again. “I remember, yeah.”

“Have you seen her? Spoken to her?”

“Not…not since I gave her your death announcement.” Rex admitted quietly.

“Right. Right, that makes sense.” Fives paused, “It’s probably for the best. Her and her friends, they aren’t really the organized rebellion types. And if she thinks I’m dead then she probably moved on. That’s…that’s good.”

“I can look her up, if you want. Reach out to her?”

Something akin to longing flickered across Fives face, but he shook his head. “I don’t want to get her involved if she’s not already.” He sighed softly, “You should go and talk to Jesse before he thinks you’re mad at him for something. He’s dumb like that sometimes.”

“I heard that, Fives!” Jesse called from across the room.

“You were meant to, vod.” Fives replied with an easy grin.

Jesse crossed the room and smacked Fives’ feet off one of the chairs, and dropped into it. “How’s it going, Rex?” He grinned, “I owe you a story, don’t I?”

Rex scoffed, “Yeah. Start with how the fuck you managed to survive the crash.”

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“Are you okay?” Bee asked as he focused his optical sensors on Kanna, who was sitting at her desk in their med-bay on the Starsinger, her head resting against the cool metal of the table.

“Ugh.”

“Are you ill?” Bee clarified.

“I feel like crap, Bee.” Kanna admitted.

The medical droid hummed thoughtfully, “Please move over to the examination bed.”

Kanna sighed, but knowing that Bee wouldn’t not be dissuaded, she obediently moved over to the medical bed and gratefully flopped onto her back.

“What symptoms are you having?” Bee asked as he puttered around her.

“Nausea. Exhaustion.” Kanna listed, “It’s probably just a bug.”

“Possibly.” Bee agreed, “But I will run some tests just to be safe.”

“Fine, fine. Do what you like.” Kanna agreed, honestly just grateful to be off of her feet and laying down.

Apparently she managed to doze off, as half an hour later, Bee woke her up, holding a sheet of flimsy in his hands. “I have good news.” He said in his modulated voice, “You do not have the flu, a cold, or a stomach bug.”

“Okay? So it’s, what, food poisoning?”

“No.”

“Are you going to make me guess, Bee?” Kanna asked, growing annoyed.

“You’re pregnant.”

There’s silence for a very long moment.

“What.” Kanna said.

Bee tilted his head, “You are currently with child.” He repeated, “Approximately 8 weeks along, which is about when the average humanoid starts showing symptoms.”

Kanna gaped at him, wordlessly, for a moment. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Though I can rerun the tests if you’d prefer.”

“...yes please.”

In the end, Kanna made Bee rerun the tests three times before she accepted what he, and the medical devices were saying. She was pregnant.

It’s not that she never wanted children of her own. And it’s not even that she never wanted to be pregnant. That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that she had never, once, spoken about actually having children with Fox or Wolffe. And she wasn’t so stupid to think that adopting a child was the same thing as agreeing to having a biological child.

But, more importantly than that, with the state of the galaxy…well, surely bringing a child into this mess was irresponsible.

Kanna slipped into her bedroom, a thoughtful frown on her face. She would talk to Fox and Wolffe, preferably at the same time, and hopefully they wouldn’t freak out too much.

For a moment, she pressed her hand over her stomach, and she allowed herself to daydream. A little girl who looked like Fox and Wolffe, with curly hair and bright eyes. Or maybe a little boy who looked like her, but had his fathers coloring.

She allowed herself a moment, just a moment, of excitement, and then she followed Bee’s instructions to take a nap to regain some of the energy that she expended.

Kanna woke up several hours later at the sensation of a hand stroking her hair. “Morning sleepyhead,” Fox’s voice was warm, “You’ve been asleep for hours.”

Kanna yawned, and pressed against Fox’s side, “Bee said I needed to rest.” She murmured.

“We heard.” Kanna smiled when she felt Wolffe press against her back, “He was very insistent that we let you rest as much as possible.” She felt his lips on the back of her neck, “Sorry, mesh’la, we didn’t know you were sick.”

“S’okay.” Kanna felt sleepy and warm, and she almost allowed the presence of Fox and Wolffe to lull her back to sleep, when she remembered that she had something important to tell them. So she slowly pulled herself to a sitting position.

Wolffe let out a disgruntled noise and tried to tug her back down, “Mesh’la, sleep now.”

She smiled and shook her head, “I need to tell you both something.”

“Can it wait?” Fox asked, as he lightly combed his fingers through Kanna’s hair.

She leaned into his touch, “Mm…Not really. It’s important.”

Kanna felt the look Wolffe and Fox were shooting at each other, “Alright, cyare. We’re listening.” Fox said as he tugged her against his side.

“Mm.” Kanna took a moment to gather her thoughts, and then she decided to just spit it out, “I’m pregnant. That's why I’m sick.”

Neither Fox nor Wolffe moved, or even made a noise, for a moment. And then Fox shifted and he lightly cupped Kanna’s face with his hands, “Are you sure?” He asked, there was something…odd…in his voice. Something Kanna had never heard before.

“I had Bee run the test four times.” Kanna said, “I know it’s not something we talked about-” She added quickly, unable to get a reading on either of their emotions, with how well they were shielding.

“A baby,” Fox breathed out, leaning in and raining little kisses all over Kanna’s face. “Our baby.”

Kanna squeaked when Wolffe slung his arm around her waist and tugged her down to the bed, “A baby Kanna,” He murmured into her hair, “That’s…” He exhaled slowly and tightened his arms around her, “The most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re not mad?” Kanna asked.

Fox laughed, and leaned down to continue raining kisses on her face, “You’re amazing, Kanna. But you can’t make a baby by yourself.”

“How could we possibly be angry when you’re giving us a family?” Wolffe asked, holding Kanna tighter, “But, you realize that this means no more off ship excursions.”

Kanna just laughed, relieved that they seemed to be as excited as she was, more so even. She snuggled back against Wolffe and she giggled when Fox dropped onto the mattress next to her, his arms sliding securely around her as well.

****************

“Since when do we raid ships?”

“Since we heard that this ship was carrying slaves.” Firebrand replied to her medic. She was one of the Empire’s more infamous Pirates, right up there with Hondo Ohnaka and Maz Kanata.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure why the Empire was dogging her, it wasn’t like she targeted their ships, after all.

“Are you sure about the intel, boss?” Another one of her men asked, this one was a human with stark white hair, “The ship seems dead in space.”

“Not quite, but there’s a very small amount of energy going through the ship,” The youngest member of the crew corrected as she peered at a readout, “But you should wear your helmet boss.” She added, “I don’t think we’re going to find any survivors.”

Firebrand pulled her helmet over her face, “I’ll take care of it, kiddo.”

She boarded the ship alone. There was no reason to risk the lives of her crew, afterall.

Once on the other ship she frowned beneath her helmet. There was no gravity, and according to her helmet computer, life support had been turned off as well.

Firebrand grabbed the wall handles, and carefully propelled herself through the ghost ship, using her flashlight to make sure there was nothing on board that could hurt her.

“Sounds like you guys were right, the ship’s empty.” She said over her comm.

“You should check the cargo bay,” Her medic said, “The little power in the ship is all heading there.”

“Alright.” She pulled up her helmet hud and activated the map. The cargo bay was two floors down, and the lift was at the end of the hall. Easy.

Not easy. The lift had no power, which meant she had been forced to go down through the maintenance shafts. She hated traversing maintenance shafts. It was always risky.

Still, she managed to get the door open down in the cargo bay, and now that she knew she was alone, she activated the lights on her armor, allowing her to light up more of the room.

“Woah.” Firebrand breathed out, her eyes wide as she took in the sheer amount of stuff that was in the cargo bay. She approached a crate, and squinted at the label on the top.

And then she activated her com, “Guys. This is Count Dooku’s War Chest.”

“What!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Firebrand, carefully maneuvered around some of the crates, “The ship’s been abandoned, though.”

“Some of that stuff will be valuable, boss. Take a look around.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She continued searching the room, but the majority of the stuff in there would be useless for the crew of the liberty.

And then she came to the end of the cargo bay, where a massive something was standing, it was the only thing on the ship humming with power, and it was covered in a cloth, hiding what it was, likely.

She grabbed the cloth and she pulled.

Underneath the cloth was a cryo pod. And inside the pod was a young man, deep asleep.

A young man with a face she knew well.

“It’s me.” She said, staring up at the sleeping man, a sick feeling in her stomach, “We’re only taking one thing from his ship. Retract the bridge, we’re doing a space walk. Cargo bay to cargo bay.”

There was silence for a moment, and then her comm crackled to life, “Copy that, boss.”

************

Kix woke quickly. One minute he was sleeping, and the next he was wide awake, and staring at a brightly lit, but stained, ceiling.

“You’re awake. Good.” Kix turned and stared. The Feeorin man walked over to him and ran a scanner over him, “Names Bug. You’ve been out of the cryo pod for three days, we were worried that you weren’t going to wake up.”

“W-where-?”

“You’re on the Liberty. We specialize in freeing slaves.”

Kix slowly sat up, “I need to get back, my brothers-”

“Hold on there, cowboy.” Bug said, “Let me get the Captain to talk to you.”

Kix opened his mouth to say something, but paused when the door slid open and a young woman, younger looking than him even, stepped into the room. “My ears were burning,” She said.

“He’s doing well, for someone who just woke up. Was hoping you could talk to him, boss.”

“Yeah, I figured.” The woman dropped gracelessly into a chair, and took up about as much space as a woman her size possibly could. “Names Fira, this is my ship.”

“Kix, I’m a Medic with the 501st. I really need-”

Fira held up a hand to stall his flood of words, “There’s no real easy way to say this,” she said slowly, “But the Clone Wars have been over for three years.”

Kix blinked, “So…so the Republic-”

“No longer exists.” Fira replied, slightly awkwardly. “There was…well…there’s an Empire now. Run by Palpatine.”

“...and my brothers?”

“Turned on the Jedi and slaughtered them.” Fira sighed, “As I understand it, the 501st marched on the Jedi temple, led by Vader.”

“...no…”

“Rumor has it, though, that the entirety of the 501st vanished a couple of days ago. The men and their ship.” Fira shrugged, “Don’t know how accurate that is though.”

Kix sat back, and buried his face in his hands, and Fira sighed, “You can stay with us, if you want.”

“Why?”

She flashed a humorless smile, “I have a soft spot for lost causes.” She stood and stretched, and wow, she really was short, “Bug will get you sorted, Kix.”

“...thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You’ll probably regret staying with us before long.” She waved and left the room, and Bug, who had been watching them blandly.

“She always says that, and we always stay.” Bug smiled calmly at Kix. “Welcome to the Crew.”

#star wars #tcw #post order 66 #part 16 #now with more ocs #lol

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moonshinemagpie · 1 year

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I Blazed So That You Don't Have To (Unless You Wanna)

After I made an ask tag game with writing questions, I decided on a whim to blaze it. Then I decided to cancel, but tumblr said I'd have to request a refund from the google play store, which sounded annoying, so I let it blaze.

I couldn't find much from users about the blaze experience so I figured I'd write about it here for the curious.

First: I paid for 2,500 impressions, but the post actually runs for 24 hours or until 2,500 impressions are hit, whichever is longer. That's a nice deal imo; mine received over 4,000 impressions.

But second: Presumably because Tumblr is not an evil capitalist surveillance state megacooperation like Facebook/Meta, you can't select your audience by anything other than country. I would have obviously preferred for my post to only be shown to people who are interested in writing, but I figured enough of Tumblr probably writes that it wouldn't be too off-topic for most people.

That being said, if you actually want to advertise something like a book or other project, I can't imagine blaze getting you many customers.

Also, your post will go into a queue to be reviewed by human moderators, which means you can't choose a specific time for your post to blaze. It'll be up within a day of you clicking the blaze button, so plan accordingly if you think that matters.

My post was broad and interactive, so I feel like it didn't piss too many people off, and a lot of people reblogged it to join the ask game. However, 2 people did reply with nasty messages (one had a profile that said "kill kill kill, I hate sluts," and one stated that they hate Catholics in their bio, so that's fun and neat).

I think if you try to sell something or advertise your niche fanfic, etc, you can expect more than 2 trolls. Turn off anon ask before you blaze a post.

For me personally, I liked reading people's responses to the writing ask game, but only 2 people thought to actually ask me the questions I'd written (shout out to those two homies). I also got no increased engagement with any of my regular posts.

People will not notice your account exists just because you blaze one of your posts.

I found a lot of blogs I like, followed a bunch of people, sent questions to the inboxes of some of those who'd reblogged it, and got 5 followers in return. I think most people don't pay much attention to the OP, and I also think I might not have gotten any followers if I hadn't made such an effort to interact with others.

So don't blaze a post just to get followers.

For me, I genuinely like reading about other people's writing processes, and I'm still new to writeblr and am very happy to follow other writers, so that was fun for me. But if you're just trying to shine a one-way spotlight on your own blog, the blaze feature isn't going to do that for you.

So what's the use of blaze?

If you have cash you wanna throw into the interwebs and you think your post is both general and interactive enough to be of interest to a broad audience, then it might be a fun way to find accounts you wouldn't have come across otherwise.

It's also fun for shits and giggles, obviously.

I don't recommend it for advertising.

The bad points

Your post will be shown to potentially anyone. Besides troll interactions, my post also got reblogged by spheres of tumblr I'd never encountered before. Like, lots of TERFs. I'm a sensitive ladybug, and some people straight up post the most violent descriptions and hateful content, like, please please please touch so much grass. I could have gone without reading through some of those profiles tbh. But still fun for the writeblr accounts I did follow.

I changed my username during the campaign because I realized I don't need trolls and terfs to know my author name. Remember stranger danger, etc, etc, and be smart about the info you share in your bio/pinned post/username during a blaze campaign.

Blaze Report

You get a report showing how well your post did, but the numbers don't seem accurate (compare the 246 notes to the 81 notes the report accounts for). Before that, you can also see the impressions the post has had thus far during the blaze campaign. As you can see in the first screenshot, my in-progress update told me my blaze started in 1970 (what a long, strange trip it's been). In other words: Tumblr's gonna tumblr.

In summary

To blaze or not blaze? Probably not, but yes I guess if you want people to interact with your ask game. Turn off anon asks!!!

#blaze #tumblr #tumblr blaze #writeblr

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Poppin The Question- Ch.7/10 (Werewolf!Shield) (18+ Shipfic) (Repost)

Tags: 18+, M/M, smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, hair-pulling, daddy kink, marking.

Word Count: 17,916

The trio stayed silent on their way to the car until they all sat in their respective seats after loading their bags into the trunk.

''Do you?'' Seth turned to Jon who was pulling out of the parking lot.

''Huh?'' Jon asked, distracted with the task of driving them.

''Do you miss it?'' Seth asked, staring straight at the road now.

''...I guess, yeah.'' Jon nodded with a noncommittal shrug.

''You guess?'' Seth said with a side eye.

Jon pinched the bridge of his nose when he got to a stoplight and sighed deeply.

''Yes. Yes, I've missed it. You happy?'' Jon responded, trying to hide a small smile at the sound of Seth and Roman sharing an amused laugh.

''Don't laugh.''

''Was that so hard, Mox?'' Seth teased as he reached over and rubbed his hand over Jon's buzzed-cut head.

“Shut up...” Jon grumbled even while his dimples creased his cheeks against his will, making Seth release that all too famous cackle of his.

“You guys wanna grab something to eat before or just head straight to the hotel?” Jon asked, looking in the rear-view mirror at Roman for confirmation as Seth shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good. We can just order in. I just want a bed.”

Neither Jon nor Seth missed the discomfort laced in Roman’s words, and their foreheads wrinkled with deep concern on cue.

“How’s your back? Hurting you?” Seth asked, adjusting the Black & Brave hat on his head.

Roman’s features scrunched up for a moment, debating on telling the guys the truth.

“Yeah... a little.” Roman finally sighed, trying to get comfortable in the backseat of the van.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when both men mentioned giving him a full body massage.

He would’ve been lying had he said that didn’t sound heavenly.

“You guys don’t have to- “Roman was interrupted by both men immediately.

“We want to, babe.” Jon insisted.

“Thank you...” Roman replied.

Jon and Seth shared secretive glances and smiled at the way Roman’s voice turned almost small.

It always amazed them how quickly Roman slipped into that submissive headspace around them.

As soon as they got to their hotel room, Roman made a beeline for the shower and turned the water as hot as he could handle it while Seth and Jon took to unpacking their luggage.

Jon turned to look at Seth when he felt the Iowa native’s arms snake around his waist.

“What’s up?” Jon murmured as he stood over his suitcase and took out the last articles of clothing from it.

Seth just shrugged, chuckling softly.

“Nothin...” He replied, lightly wringing the hem of Jon’s shirt in between his hands.

He kept his eyes downcast as Jon turned fully around in his arms, until his chin was lifted.

“I know you’re sorry, babe...” Jon murmured knowingly, fixing Seth with a soft smirk. “We’re fine.”

Seth tilted his head back, letting a little groan of discomfort out.

“How did you-...I know. Just... it seemed too easy, I guess. Considering...” Seth whispered.

His heart felt like it grew 3 times over at the sound of Jon’s laughter.

“Because I believe you. Yeah, what you said was pretty fucked up but... I believe you. And I miss you.”

“Missed ya too...” Seth murmured, dropping a light kiss to Jon’s lips out of habit, elated at how easy the affectionate actions still felt for them even through all that had transpired.

They let their mouths linger until Roman made his presence known as he threw on some boxers, before he made himself comfortable on the bed.

He flashed Jon and Seth a tired but genuine smile as they untangled themselves from one another and joined Roman on the bed.

“On your stomach.” Jon commanded softly, tasking himself with massaging Roman’s upper body while Seth took Roman’s lower half.

“...Can we fuck on the balcony?” Roman slurred, practically melting underneath his Sirs’ delicious ministrations.

Roman smiled against the crisp sheets, listening to Jon and Seth’s surprised laughter.

“Will you suck me off on said balcony?” Seth asked teasingly, already knowing the answer and feeling excited butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Of course, Sir.” Roman replied with a soft chuckle.

“Course you will.” Seth quipped, squeezing Roman’s thigh dangerously close to the man’s growing hard-on.

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Where do you want me?” Roman asked as soon as they made their way to the balcony.

His whole body felt lose after the full body massage and with how slowly Seth and Jon opened him up afterwards, bringing him so deliciously close to orgasm, only to leave him a whining and needy mess.

By that point, he just wanted his Sirs to have their way with him. It had been far too long, and he was aching.

“Here.” Jon motioned toward a chair that laid outside, beckoning Roman forward to kneel in front of it.

Both he and Seth shared a smile as they watched Roman comply.

The curve of his ass as he kneeled with his back in front of the balcony made both their cocks stir in their boxers.

“This is gonna be fuckin hot...” Seth murmured, palming himself firmly as the thrill of them being so out in the open coursed through him.

“You okay there, Ro?” He asked his boyfriend.

Roman thought about it for a minute before making his request.

“Can I have a pillow, please?” He asked, thinking that if he was to please them thoroughly, he’d need to be more comfortable in order to do so.

Any other time he would’ve powered through but after the strenuous day he had, he just didn’t want to risk it.

“I’ll be back.” Jon said as he made his way back into the room to grab a pillow off of their bed, and he placed it underneath Roman’s knees as soon as he came back outside.

“Good?” Jon asked, holding two thumbs up and raising his brows.

“Mhm. Thank you, Sir.” Roman replied with an airy smile.

“You’re welcome.” Jon responded, carding his fingers through Roman’s long hair affectionately, and watching his eyes flutter shut instinctively.

Roman damn near purred but was quickly brought back down to Earth by the sound of Seth scooting the chair back a little so he could sit directly in front of Roman.

As much as he wanted to reach out to Seth, Roman kept his hands to himself until he was told otherwise.

Jon shared a look with Seth as an idea immediately popped into his mind while his eyes scanned Roman’s frame kneeling in front of Seth.

Quickly, Jon went back inside the room to grab a bottle of lube and a condom, setting the condom aside until he needed it.

Just for good measure, Jon took a generous amount of lube and opened Roman up some more, only stopping when Roman rocked his hips, chasing the delicious feeling that Jon’s long fingers was causing him.

“Please... I’m good now.” Roman murmured, squeezing Seth’s hands as his hips mimicked the rhythm of Jon’s fingers.

He let out a sigh of relief and shifted his hips so Jon could slip on the condom and more lube, and he choked back a loud moan as Jon entered him slowly.

“That okay?” Jon asked.

He swore he could see stars as Roman’s heat surrounded him.

“Yeah,” Roman grunted out. “Faster. Please?”

He was going to say more.

Beg for more.

But he was interrupted by Jon complying to his request, and he let Jon grab onto his hips and use him as he pleased.

Looking back at Seth, Roman moan louder as he watched him stroking himself while he watched Jon and Roman’s bodies moving in sync.

“Let me...please. You said-''

It was all Roman could get out before Seth grabbed his hair by the base of his skull and he thrusted his hard cock past Roman’s eager lips.

“Aw, yeah... fuck, look at you taking us like a good little whore from both ends and all in the open like this... you like that, Ro?” Seth smirked as he guided Roman’s mouth onto him and moaned as the vibrations caused by Roman's garbled response went straight to his cock.

“I think he does...” Jon responded, letting out a slightly winded chuckle.

When he wasn't fondling Seth's balls, Roman gripped the arms of the chair Seth was sitting on to stop himself from rocking back against Jon's cock, and that did not go unnoticed by neither Jon nor Seth.

" 'mon, Joe...” Jon purred encouragingly.

“Ya don't expect me to do all the work, do you? " He teased.

And that was all the encouragement Roman needed before he matched Jon's rhythm with thrusts of his own.

He moaned wantonly as the sensations began to overwhelm him, and the momentum of his thrusts with Jon's brought Seth's cock further down his throat.

"Fuck... yeah, keep goin, babe. Don't stop... "Seth murmured at this point not even knowing who he was referring to.

The pleasure brought to him by Roman's mouth and Jon's filthy encouragements became too much for him...

----- When Roman woke up the next morning, he swore he was dreaming.

And in this dream, he could feel Jon’s warm mouth sliding up and down his hardened cock, and his toes curled at the sensation of Jon’s mouth and tongue as the man paid close attention to his balls.

The sensations grew tenfold for him as another familiar pair of hands and lips paid attention to his hair and his neck, making him sigh contently.

He was still pretty sensitive from their fun little play sensation the night before but, underneath his boyfriends’ touches he couldn’t bring himself to care.

‘’Holy shit...this is an extra realistic dream,’’ he muttered to himself, not realizing he said it out loud until when, in his sleepy haze, he registered a very vivid chuckle come from Seth by his ear before he playfully nipped at the lobe.

‘’You’re not dreamin’. Wake up, sleepyhead...’’

And so Roman complied.

Because even in his dreams Roman couldn’t bring himself to not do as he was told.

As Roman slowly grew conscious, a lazy grin spread across his lips as the vision of Jon slowly working his mouth over his cock, and Seth’s face came into view.

‘’Good morning...’’ Roman croaked, trying to clear away the roughness that their activities from the night before brought to his already deep voice.

‘’Morning.’’ Seth muttered, giving Roman’s neck a few more light kisses.

‘’Sleep well?’’ He asked his boyfriend.

When he got an airy moan instead of a more verbal answer in response, Seth bit the tender flesh of Roman’s neck lightly, eliciting a louder moan and a thrust of Roman’s hips.

‘’Answer me, Joe...’’ Seth purred.

‘’Yes, I slept well. Like a baby. Now will one of you please fuck me now?’’ Roman replied with an impatient edge in his tone that made Seth and Jon’s brows raise.

‘’We’re feeling feisty this morning, uh?’’ Jon drawled as he pulled his mouth away from Roman’s cock with a loud and lewd pop.

Jon let the blunt fingernail of his index finger trail lightly against the hard member, watching it quiver in response.

Roman’s body soon followed as the larger man moaned against his pillow.

Jon wasn’t having it though.

Gripping Roman’s cock firmly and suddenly, making the man gasp in both pleasure and shock, Jon forced Roman’s eyes back to his by gripping his chin hard.

‘’You’re not answering questions today?... Huh?’’ Jon barked, giving the head of Roman’s cock a firm squeeze then slowly released it.

‘’I’m s-sorry, Sir. Ah...!’’ Roman whimpered softly at the feeling of Jon’s rough and calloused fingers on his sensitive cock, and the hard tug against his scalp.

Both sensations brought him such ecstasy that he swore he’d come then and there, but he willed himself to hold it together.

‘’That’s better,’’ Jon responded softly while stroking Roman deliciously slow, but he still didn’t let the man chase the movements with his hips.

For some reason, Roman was more responsive than usual that morning, and the intense need to be marked by both Jon and Seth hit him like a bucket of ice water and made him freeze, making Jon and Seth’s brows wrinkle in concern.

‘’Everything okay?’’ Jon questioned, despite his earlier aggressive and brash actions toward the tan skinned man.

‘’Do you need me to stop?’’ Jon pressed when Roman grew even more quiet and looked near hyperventilation.

‘’N-no, Sir...’’ Roman stuttered out.

He started to sweat but not from pleasure anymore.

Unable to help it, he began to mentally berate himself for wanting something so...intimate.

He suddenly seemed to realize how quickly things were moving in their relationship.

‘’Hey. Look at me. No secrets, remember?’’ Jon said, making Roman meet his eyes.

He was used to Roman’s hesitation by now, but he tried his damnedest to help Roman push through it.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ Seth asked gently while his blunt fingernails soothingly scratched Roman’s scalp, trying to coax an explanation out of him.

Roman looked between his boyfriends and gave a long sigh through his nose before he mentally decided to come out with what was on his mind.

He was fully expecting the shocked gazes he got from both men as soon as he spoke.

‘’I want you to mark me. Both of you. I know we haven’t been doing this for very long and that sometimes it may seem like I don’t trust either of you but...I do. I trust you both. With my body, with my life...with everything. So, I want you to mark me...I know that you both are it for me. I’ve known it for a while now.’’ Roman forced himself to look both men in the eye as he spoke, despite the way his heart raced as their eyes widened slightly like saucers.

‘’Uh...I mean- are you 1000% sure about this? I mean once we mark you...’’ Jon trailed off, not really needing to explain to Roman that marking was a serious commitment, and it essentially made the marked person completely unavailable to other potential partners.

Sure, they were dating but, up til now they never really spoke about anything that serious and permanent.

‘’I am. If you both are...I know what I want now.’’ Roman said with a seemingly casual shrug even as his brain became overloaded with anxious thoughts.

‘’I mean I’m...I’m all for it.’’ Seth nodded eventually, eyeing both Jon and Roman.

‘’I know I’ve been an ass as of late but, I’m serious about both of you.’’ He said with a sheepish grin.

His fingers resumed scratching Roman’s scalp affectionately, watching the man melt as soon as Jon murmured in agreement with Seth.

Roman melted into Seth’s touch but he couldn’t help but notice the slight pause from Seth, and he decided to nip it in the bud as soon as possible, so he questioned the man on it.

‘’...You sure?’’ Roman asked with a cocked brow. ‘’We don’t have to. I know this is major and you’re totally welcome to think about this more if you need to. I won’t be upset.’’ Roman continued as he sent a kind smile Seth’s way, nuzzling into the man’s hand.

He watched Seth nod again, and he tried to ignore the way his stomach dropped.

He tried to tell himself that he was imagining things, and that they were all ready for this next step.

But something in the back of his mind told him that this conversation wasn’t over just yet.

Regardless of his racing thoughts, he pushed them into the back of his mind, and he just enjoyed Seth and Jon’s company.

‘’When do you wanna...?’’ Jon trailed off, letting Roman decipher it for himself.

Roman was just about to answer when he was interrupted by a weirdly nervous Seth.

Seth laughed and gave Jon a strange look as he shook his head.

''Aye, man. What’s the rush? We have a couple days off starting tomorrow so let's just wait till then. I've never marked anyone, but I’ve heard that you can start acting a little...off for a couple days.’’

‘’Mickie’s a witch. You know that. She can send us something to help chill us out. Harper as well.’’ Roman replied, mentioning their mutual female friends.

He tried to keep the kind smile on his face even though he felt his irritation climbing at the notion of Seth not being honest.

‘’What’s with the tone?’’ Seth questioned, now beginning to move away from Roman while the Samoan sat up on the bed, rolling his eyes.

It felt like they were constantly taking one step forward yet 2,000 steps back when it came to communication.

Roman no longer wanted them to walk on eggshells around each other.

It wasn’t like any of them at all.

Not when they were just best friends, so Roman didn’t understand why all of a sudden everything seemed to change.

This was supposed to be easy, what with them being so close.

No secrets, no hesitations.

But apparently that wasn’t the case, and Roman was tired of it.

‘’Oh, come on, Seth... When are we gonna finally stop doin this shit? I’m tired of the pussy-footin’ and the bullshittin’, man...’’ Roman shook his head.

‘’If you don’t wanna do this, just say it. You’re not gonna hurt my feelings. Alright? Is a little honesty a lot to ask for?’’ Roman asked, not noticing the volume in his voice beginning to rise.

‘’Ok, guys... let's not do this. Alright? We just got back together, we can't-'' Jon began to say, but clamped his mouth shut as soon as Roman waved him off.

‘’Nah, let's. Let 'em talk. He loves to run his mouth to the rags so much about other people yet can't seem to be honest with the people he claims to have feelings for. Nah, I wanna hear what he’s got to say.’’

‘’Are you fuckin kidding me, Reigns?’’ Seth exclaimed. ‘’Are you- you’re gonna throw that crap back in my face? I said I was fuckin sorry!’’

‘’Well then show me that you’re ‘fuckin sorry’ and just be honest, man! I’m in my 30’s, and I’m not the same guy from a few months ago who was terrified of all this. About the things I want for myself. I know what I want. And what I don’t want is for you to just sit there and tell me what you think I wanna fuckin hear. That’s not me. Shit, that ain’t ever been me...so what do ya want, Seth?’’ Roman asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

‘’Hm? Do you wanna do this or not? Just tell me.’’

Roman watched Seth’s features, hearing the answer without Seth even having to voice it.

He’d be kidding himself if he said Seth’s hesitation didn’t sting.

But he was glad to know where the man stood in all this.

‘’Alright. That’s all I need to hear.’’ Roman said, slowly getting up to find some clothes to put on.

Seth eyed his movements and sighed through his nose, frustrated with himself and with the predicament he put himself in.

‘’Joe...’’ Seth murmured, outstretching a hand toward Roman.

Roman stopped in front of him and just shook his head with a small smile.

‘’It’s alright. I mean it. I got what I needed. Like I said, I don’t need you to tell me what you think I wanna hear. You’re not ready now and that’s okay. We’re good, babe.’’

Roman leaned in for a quick kiss for good measure before he started to get dressed.

‘’Are we?’’ Seth couldn’t help but ask.

His wide and earnest eyes followed Roman’s every move, feeling like shit for already fucking things up before they could barely start again.

Marking just seemed so...permanent.

And what if one of them changed their mind?

Then what?

But Roman waved him off again with a comforting smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

‘’Seth, its fine.’’ He said with a chuckle, kissing the man again.

‘’Let’s go get some breakfast.’’ Roman said, lightly smacking Seth’s chest with a playful wriggle of his brows...

(Next Chapter.)

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#roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #jon moxley #wwe fic #wrestling #wrestling smut #wwe smut #the shield #the shield smut #wwe fan fiction

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