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fairysluna · 1 month

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Helloooo, thanks for sharing your writing with us, I love all of your fics specially sinners 🤍🧸⭐️

For the short drabbles could you do Maegor + asking for his niece’s favor at a tourney

this is such a cute idea! i love this so much. Also, thank you for your kind words, I hope you like this🤍✨

tags — fluff, rhaena being lowkey a hater, reader being delulu (like all of us).

The way the whole crowd roared with excitement when the royal prince came out victorious from the tournament was deafening. You were laughing excitedly, clapping as your smile couldn't get any bigger. Eyes shining as bright as stars at midnight as you watched your beloved uncle smiling back at you from afar. Your beloved older sister, Rhaena, was sitting next to you wearing an unfazed expression on her face, completely opposite to the cheerful attitude you had.

From your seat, you saw Maegor galloping slowly towards the royal family, wearing that winning smile that you loved so dearly as he rested his lance against his shoulder. The butterflies that appeared on your belly were hard to ignore when he started to get closer and closer to you. You fixed your hair, nervously played with your fingers and impatiently waited for him to get close enough to hear his voice. At your side, your sister scoffed, already annoyed by your attitude towards your uncle, with whom you wished to marry; she had heard all of it, and she was tired of hearing that man's name coming from your lips.

But you couldn't care less about it.

Your attention was all over the man on the horse in front of you, standing proudly and looking so gallant inside that thick metal armor of his, you couldn't help but to bite your lip before he decided to open his mouth and say, “May I have the honor to ask for the princess' favor?” He didn't even have to specify which princess he was talking about, for every single person knew he meant you. They all certainly knew about the close relationship you had with him.

You slowly arose from your seat, taking with you the crown of flowers that you made early that morning, especially for him. You walked closer to the railing and looked down at him, feeling the air getting caught in your throat as you saw him more up close. He removed the helmet of his armor, wanting to look into your pretty eyes before he uttered the next words. “I'm convinced that everytime the sun rises you become far more beautiful, my princess.” He spoke slightly lower, as if he wanted just you to hear. You couldn't help but to feel suddenly shy under his mischievous stare, the heat on your cheeks growing as you tried to look away from him.

“You flatter me, uncle,” you replied, managing to throw the crown of flowers down the lance. “I feel like the most beautiful maiden in the Seven Kingdoms whenever you speak with such kindness to me.”

“Well, you are, my dear.” He winked at you. “Before I leave, allow me to remind you that this victory, as well as the ones that are yet to come, are dedicated to you. My beautiful princess.” A silly, enamored smile was drawn on your lips as he turned around in his black horse and galloped away from you. He made you feel all kinds of things in such a little amount of time, including a strange, new sensation located in your lower belly which you decided it was best to ignore.

Once you returned to your seat, you found your sister staring at you with a visible frown on her face. “Could you be any more obvious? You left a path of your drool behind you.”

“I will marry him someday,” you told her, your voice filled with the purest of illusions.

Rhaena could only roll her eyes.

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portgasdwrld · 8 months

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Hello! I read older posts where you mentioned you weren't a fan of your writing. I think you're awesome though! Love your work. c:

I have a suggestion, if you happen to like it. Could we get Zoro (and any other characters) with a shy and aloof female reader who can't figure out they're being flirted with, even though they share the same feelings?

👩🏻‍💻Hey!! Thank you so much for your sweet words it means a lot to me🫶🏻✨ I’m super happy you love it! And yes ofc no problem!! I love the idea 🤭

📂 Zoro+ oblivious shy/aloof reader to his flirting

Featuring: Zoro+ f!reader Warning: none, fluff Note: I rewrote it and very much prefer this version, I hope you do as much as me

Zoro was never the type of man to be outspoken about his feelings

His flirting is somewhat a bit clumsy and he gets frustrated with himself easily. He gets embarrassed by being open with how he feels.

It doesn’t help when you are clearly not reading in between the lines...

He even wonders if you are doing it intentionally to mess with him, but when you just give him a confused look or go on about your day like nothing happened, he questions himself 😭

A sigh leaves the swordsman's lips as his back leans against the railing of the deck. His thoughts wander and they always come back to one thing bothering him: you.

He starts to doubt himself as most of his flirting attempt were fails. A week ago, he complimented your outfit ,but you simple threw a short thanks with a smile as you walked away. Wednesday when he sat next you for dinner and brushed his arm against yours, you just apologized with a blush and slightly took your distance. Yesterday, when he asked to talk to you, but you stuttered a bunch of words and got away from him by grabbing Nami's arm.

He knew better than abandoning. In fact, ever since his feelings for you were revealed to him, all he could think of, was you. You occupied his mind when it wasn't focused on training, he found himself longing to hug you and smile when you do. Although, he thought about not pursuing you, scared it would ruin his focus on his goal. It was in vain, as he realized you were always very supportive of his goal and even cheered him to train harder and achieve his dream. He appreciate it a lot.

The sun is slowly setting on the Sunny, the golden light illuminating the boat. He looks far away, a hand on his swords and his head turns in your direction as your laugh echoes through the ship.

You are playing a card game with Robin, killing time before its time for supper.

His lips naturally curve into a discreet smile as he observes you complain about some move Robin did. You were accusing her of cheating with her ability, sulking over your lost as she quickly denies it with a chuckle. As he watches you, he notices that you did something different with your hair and decide to use it to his advantage.

He approaches you with his usual blank expression, but he slightly hesitate in his steps which caught Robins attention. You smile noticing his presence.

-What brings you here! Wanna play?

You ask him as you show him quickly the pack of cards in your hands with your infamous grin.

-Nah, I’m good. You..you did something new with your hair?

-Oh, yeah! You noticed? Robin said it looked good.

You reply in an excited tone as you touch your hair.

-Yeah, you’re pretty.

-Thanks! I appreciate it

You say with a slight blush due to the compliment, but an awkward silence falls. Zoro stays silent for a moment as he thinks of what he could ad to the conversation but you open your mouth first.

- By the way,..umm I'm sorry about yesterday, i hope it wasn't something important?

You trail avoiding to stare at him as you remember how you embarrassingly ran away too nervous to talk to him. When he pulled you to the side, his eyes staring deeply into yours, you felt like you couldn't breath for a moment. You didn't want him to obviously figure out you like him...

Robin gazes at Zoro before looking at you a small teasing smirk appearing on her lips.

-Oh...Yeah...I was hoping to talk to you, but...uh.

He says as his face gets red. He clearly hates the facts that Robin is here enjoying the little show while you are still oblivious to his advances.

-It can wait

-We can talk now if you want. We were done with our game anyway.

-I have to do something first, but you can meet me in the crow-nest in about 5 minutes?

He lies trying to give himself some time to think about what he's going to say. You nod agreeing with your usual smile that he loves so much.

-Alright then see ya

You watch him leave, curious about what he wants to speak with you. You shrug your shoulders ready to leave too, but Robin is looking at you with a small teasing smirk.

-What?

-Nothing~

She retorts sweetly before waving you off.

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The dark sky slowly sets over the head of the Strawhats as the delicious smell of the food fills everyone nostrils. You enter your room to put away your card and as you are about to leave, you take a moment to breath. You didn't notice how nervous you are until you felt your breath getting a little shaky.

Arrived at the location, you open the door and see him sat not too far from the window. He’s looking away but as he notices your presence, he invites you to sit besides him.

-The food smells good

You say breaking the silence. He nods and looks outside again. At around the same moment, an insect fly inside and run directly in your face, making you panic a little. Zoro is quick to catch it and throw it away, making sure you are fine at the same time.

-You’re okay?

-Yeah, it’s just a small insect, I'm good.

-Wait

He gets closer to you and clumsily fix your hair with the use of his fingers.

-Cool

He concludes with a small satisfied smile as he finishes placing your hair. You look up at him with a blush, eyes connecting with his. Zoro clears his throat as he leans back while you stare at your nervous fingers. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare now at your friend.

-So, what did you want to talk about?

You see him hesitate as he opens his mouth but close it quickly. His gaze shift from you to the view outside. He sighs and with a blush spread on his tanned cheeks, he finally speaks.

-I like you

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, not expecting this at all. You furrow your eyebrows as your hand naturally covers your pounding heart.

-What??Since when!?

You ask completely confused. He chuckles a little astonished to your true shock to his confession. You really didn't notice his flirting tactics.

-I thought I made it obvious

-No?? How??

-Uh...with compliments.

-Zoro...

-I don't compliment anyone like the cook, I genuinely think you are pretty.

You gasp a little hiding your face in your hands, half of you not believing this is real and half of you realizing the cause of his strange behavior. You let your hands fall on your laps as you giggle.

-You're so bad at flirting

You joke to try to calm yourself down. Both of you start laughing as he admits it with a nod.

-You are so dense though

-Pfff, not at all

-You clearly can't take a hint

-Wha-

-Y/N SWANNNN, It's time to eat!

You are interrupted by Sanji's scream that startle you a little.

-Look like dinner is ready

Zoro concludes as he prepares himself to stand up, but you quickly grab his forearm pulling him down. You close the distance and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looks at you surprised, but he slowly start to smile.

-I like you too

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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Pretty like the sun

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a/n This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨

warning: blood, fighting, injuries, drinking.

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Nyx’s pov:

"Again", his voice sounded unfamiliar to him. He had flinched at it after the concept of time had started slipping. For a split moment, Nyx thought that it was his high lord who had spoken. That had caused him a solid punch to the jaw. The boy in front of him looked Nyx over worriedly, as his stance shifted. “You’re in or you're out? I won’t wait forever”, Nyx snarled, leaping forward. Once again, he didn’t remember when they had abandoned their swords. But he preferred it like that. Close and personal. Physical.

Another blow landed against his nose, and Nyx's head flew back. He was well aware that on his good days, the poor chap wouldn’t have landed any of the punches at all. He got close only because Nyx let him. "Enough," an annoyed voice sounded from behind him. A welcome destination for the boy in front of Nyx. It was good enough for princes’s cracked knuckles to meet the target. “Flying fuck," a rough palm gripped Nyx’s shoulder, “You are the most stupid...", a growl. Nyx tried to open his left eye, one that was now too puffed up and throbbed like a bitch. “I suggest you bugger off before I make sure that you’re eating dirt for the rest of the week," Axel’s deep growl echoed, making Nyx chuckle lightly. “Man, he asked for it", the guy lifted his palms in defiance. “And if he told you to jump from the cliff, would you do it?", the boy shrugged, only making Axel let out yet another frustrated sigh, and the other Illyrian took it as his chance to leave.

“You will make a wonderful advisor in the future," Nyx skittered. “I think I will have your ass six feet under before that could even happen," Axel grumbled, pulling at his friend’s arms and trying to help him up. “I left you for a fucking hour, Nyx," he huffed, draping Nyx’s arm over his shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you. I had to settle for a fight with an idiot”. Nyx huffed. “Do I need to remind you that you have an important high-lord party to attend soon?"—that was one of the reads Nyx had let his rails loose. He hoped that if he misbehaved badly enough and looked like a walking corpse when the day chimed, he could wiggle his ass out of it. The thought alone made him want to bend over and vomit. He wasn’t built to be a prince. He didn’t want it. It wasn’t him. Wasn’t the life he envisioned for himself.

“You’ve been acting like an absolute fool ever since we came back from Velaris; what has gotten into you?", Axel kicked the door to their cabin before guiding Nyx toward his bed. Your sister happened to me, he thought, but bit his tongue. “I just wanted to fight," Nyx growled instead. Only now did he feel how badly his body hurt. That fucker had landed more blows than Nyx had initially counted. “I know you, and this ain’t you. You can talk to me. We always talk about it”, Axel shoved Nyx’s hand away from his face before dragging a warm cloth over the swollen eye. And what would he tell him? I can't get your fucking sister out of my head. Do you know why we cannot see each other for a bit? Why is she even pulling away? Nyx grunted, pulling the cloth out of Axel’s hands.

“Why don’t you start by telling me who you’ve been running around with instead?”. It was low. Axel had a right to have a life outside of being Nyx’s right-hand man. And his love life didn’t need to be accounted for. But Nyx was so angry. Angry at everything and everyone. People constantly kept him in the dark. And then threw a bucket of news in his face while expecting him to receive it with open hands. “I ain’t running around with anybody," Axel shook his head, throwing a jar of salve Nyx’s way. But the scowl on the young prince’s face only deepened, “So, Piper doesn’t ring a bell?”. And bingo. Axel’s whole body got ridged. Did Nyx have no right to go and dig into the new arrival papers? Probably. But here they were. “Keep her name out of your fucking mouth," Axel pointed a warning finger at him, clearly not finding this one bit amusing. “And you stand here giving me lectures about sharing things," Nyx chuckled, “So why aren’t you talking, friend?" Axel shook his head, “Clean yourself up and sober up while you’re at it." He moved towards the door, and something in Nyx shifted. Axel never left. Not even when Nyx was in his shittest of moods. He had always been the only one to not leave him. Sit through his temper tantrums. "Axel," Nyx breathed, panic rising in his chest. He didn’t want to be alone right now. His head was too busy. He was too full of things he didn’t want to think of. “I’m only going to grab you some fresh water; lay down you twat," Axel grumbled back, easing the rising tide within Nyx. He nodded simply, slumping back on the mattress. His hand instantly moved beneath his pillow, where he always kept a stitched napkin that Zofie had given him. The crooked moon and stars greeted him like they always did. The stick figures holding hands. The flowers. Even the wonky sun on the far left side was perfect. Always perfect. “I’m thinking about you," Nyx muttered, brushing his fingers over the stick figure that was supposed to represent Zofie, “It’s one never-ending night over here without you, Sunny."

Zofie’s pov:

It’s only been a week, but it felt like forever. She never usually felt so desperate when they left. At least not after the first week. But she had grown restless. The cry that left Nyx’s lips as he shot up to the sky was still ringing loud and clear. Zofie heard it even through her hammering heartbeat. With her back pressed against the door, as she covered her mouth. And now it felt as if she hadn’t seen Nyx in a lifetime. It clawed at her. She knew that Axel would look after him, but... What if something happened, and that’s how they would have separated?

Zofie didn’t know what she was feeling. It all seemed too mushy and jumbled up. Now, instead of seeing a different aura around people, she simply saw black. It was impossible to distinguish between different feelings.

“Zo, do you want more pancakes?", her father’s voice made her almost drop her fork as she nodded. Azriel gave her a concerned look before plopping one of his signature breakfast goods onto her plate. “You excited to see the girls?", he asked, throwing a glance your way, only earning a slight shrug in return. “Yeah, am… It will be nice”, even if she didn’t want to see anyone. Well, maybe Piper. Axel had said that she was one of the nice girls. One Zofie could get to know if only she chose to.

“Ah, yes. You’ll be able to show them around; you can even go down to the market in the city," you chimed in, “and buy something nice or show them the good spots." But Zofie didn’t want to do that. Most spots had been hers and Nyx’s. They felt too personal to just be handed out. The same pinch in her chest made the hallow darkness spread even more. Her brows knitted as she pushed the plate further away from her. “You didn’t like it?", Azriel stopped mid-bite, almost making Zofie feel guilty. Almost. “Just not hungry," she shrugged, getting up from the table. She caught a glimpse of worry in her father’s eyes as she moved towards the stairs. The way you had reached out to squeeze his hand. And while Zofie didn’t want to keep you two in the dark, she didn’t know how to explain the emptiness inside her.

Just the fresh air and change of scenery didn’t help. It was nice to see her aunts and introduce herself to Piper, but socializing was never her thing. Nyx did most of the talking when they were out in public. He was born for that. It baffled her how quickly he managed to come up with a snarky remark as if he stored them all within his brain with special labels for just the right moment. Zofie tried to suffocate thoughts of him. Tried. But failed miserably. Everything she did or thought of was always in one way or another related to him. The thing was that she didn’t want to leave him like that. She didn't want to make him upset, but she also didn’t know how to make everyone happy. So, until she could come up with a solution, it would have to be like that.

“In my opinion, he is so much more attractive," one of the girls giggled into her palms. Attractive? How long has Zofie been out of this conversation? They were talking about the market day the last time she listened. “Well, Piper is the one who got to talk to him," the brow haired girl nudged the poor Piper, who had practically curled into herself by now, “Is he really hot up close?”.

Zofie shook her head. “Who’s hot?", she cut in, making all four sets of eyes dart up to her. And now she realized why she hated speaking in the first place. “Piper here had the prince’s second man carry her boxes”, Lina’s blond curls bobbed as she turned. But that was Axel? Why was Axel even here in the first place? He told her they could... Of course, he had met her. “Well, that’s my brother, so can we not talk weirdly about him?", Zofie scrunched up her nose, making the other two girls roll their eyes. But at least Piper’s shoulders sagged in relief. "Bore," the copycat next to Lina chirped. Zofie just couldn’t remember her name.

“We sure can talk about the prince himself," Lina smirked, and something snapped deep within Zofie, “There’s nothing to talk about." Suddenly, the prospect of having girls her age seemed like the worst idea ever. “As if... I’m determined to meet him," Lina said. The green mist rose in Zofie’s vision. “Gonna swoon him off his feet; heard he’s a proper flirt two," she elbowed her double ganger as they both chuckled.

“He will not fall for your shit," Zofie bit back, not even realizing that her hands were now firmly clenched by angry fists. “And how would you know that?", Lina fluffed her lashes. How did she know? She didn’t. Lina was pretty; you couldn’t take that from her. From the hair to her lean body. She was the embodiment of how any girl wanted to look. While Zofie… “He is my friend," she muttered, biting out the nagging thoughts. Lina chuckled, “Yeah, a friend. So, clearly, if you’re not girlfriend material, I will be."

It felt as if a bomb had exploded all around her. Vision glazing over. She saw nothing. Only Lina. She heard no one. Only Lina. And surprisingly, the girl wasn’t smiling. She looked petrified. Grasping at her throat. It felt static. As if the time had come to a halt. And then someone yanked her back. Pulling Zofie away from the neatly placed picnic blanket.

"Zofie", it sounded muffled, but her eyes did follow the sound. Only to be met with Feyre’s concerned ones. She blinked a couple of times. The fuzzy feeling cleared out. “She’s insane," a shriek sounded from behind her, making Zofie twist back. “You are dangerous, you stupid..." it was Lina, her cheeks still red, eyes wide. “Don’t finish that sentence," Cassian was gripping her shoulder, but he didn’t look too concerned with the girl. His eyes were on Zofie.

Zofie blinks a couple of times, black spots dancing in the corners of her vision. What had she done? Was it even her? Why did she... “Why don’t we go drink some tea, dear?", Feyre wrapped a hand around her shoulders. "I...", Zofie barely muttered before Feyre cut in, “Some tea with lots of honey, yes, yes." A part of Zofie wanted to run. Like she always did. Run away and hide. But Feyre pushed some of hair behind her ear, “We’ll have a nice conversation you and I”, she muttered almost ti herself, “Bake cookies even. Cookies always help”.

Nyx’s pov:

“Give me that," Axel said, snatching the glass out of Nyx’s hand, “You’ve been here for an hour." An hour too long. The hustle of the people was making Nyx sick. It was bad enough that he had to stand for the majority of that hour next to his parents, smiling as if he was thrilled to be there while he was slowly dying inside. Nyx kept dead-eye contact with Axel through it all, even if there was a sea of females who were trying to catch his eyes.

“I still think that you should cover for me so I can sneak out," Nyx grumbled. He had made at least five escape plans; he even planned to fake an allergic reaction, but Axel hadn’t been as thrilled about that. “Midnight. We had a deal”, Axel muttered, scanning the crowd. He was Nyx’s hawk, noting slipped past Axel. And as much as Nyx hated to admit it, Azriel was the one who had taught him all of it. “But you’ll dance with half of the girls in that line," Nyx nodded towards the girls who hadn’t stopped staring at him ever since the night began. “They ain’t her for me, kitten," Axel mused, making Nyx roll his eyes. “I’ll put a good word out for you," the prince said with a tap on his friend’s shoulder.

“Is your family coming?", Nyx scanned the crowd for familiar face. Well, correction. Is Zofie coming? He had tried to sneak back to Velaris before all this. He had to because his brain was going into overdrive. It had been eleven days, eighteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and 45... 46 seconds till he had laid eyes on her. And by now, he was more than okay with just catching a glimpse. He could do with that. He would settle for that. “Papa should," Axel said calmly, “Ma’ wasn’t feeling too well, so she’s back at the cottage." Translation: Zofie didn’t want to go, so Y/N stayed back with her. Nyx clenched his jaw. “Everyone’s healthy and well?", he was fishing for straws here, and he knew it. “Yeah, it’s all well; little one is growing too fast, though. Could have sworn she fit in my palm before we left," Axel muttered, and a part of Nyx was glad that he hadn’t caught onto his real intentions.

“Here you are”, a strong palm landed on Nyx’s shoulder, making the boy look to the side. His smug father stood there, way too happy with himself. “High Lord," Axel said, lowering his head in greeting, even though Nyx had specifically told him to not kiss his father with flatly. “You two are hiding in the back as if this is a funeral," Rhys shook his head with a smile, “Come up to the front tables; quite a couple of people are looking for you." Nyx’s eye twitched. If only he could scream now. He was convinced all the windows would shatter. He wanted out. Why was no one catching onto the fact that he was suffocating? He didn’t want to be a part of his father’s plans. He didn’t want to be a perfect son. A one-day-crowned prince.

Nyx was sure that Rhys could see the malice burning through his eyes, considering that his face went dead serious. Nyx knew that his father would stomp his foot, and he would have to do it. Or that pleading look on his mother’s face would claw at his heart till he gave in. He felt Axel’s hand on his shoulder blade. He was spiraling then. His magic was flaring up and Axel was warning him like he always did. Nyx was about to open his mouth when his eye caught movement behind his father. His eyes narrowed. Vision sharpening, and then it all died down.

The ringing in his ears faded. The choking feeling subsided. “Nyx, I am talking to you," Rhys said, gripping his upper hand, but Nyx shook it off as he stepped forward. Smile tugging at his lips. She was a vision. There might have been hundreds of females here tonight. Wrapped in the most expensive silks and velvet. But he hadn’t given them a second glance. And now she stood there at the top of the staircase. Looking over the hall. Nyx only hoped that she was looking for him.

And then her gaze found his. As if he had brought it right back to him. As if in a sea of bodies, she knew where he would be. And then she smiled. And Nyx was convinced that someone had spiked the wine because she shouldn’t be smiling. He moved faster, his hands gripping the railing as he jogged up the stairs. He missed every other step as he went. Was it appropriate? No. Was he making a spectacle considering that they were right above everyone and had nowhere to blend in? Yes. But did he care? No. Because even with twenty stairs separating them, she was too far away, and at the same time, she was in front of him way too quickly, leaving him no time to pick through his thoughts.

“You came?", Nyx breathed heavily. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest, looking him up and down. "I had a feeling you were struggling to get through this," she said casually, “Axel said that your sassiness has been off lately." Nyx wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at this point as he stepped closer to her, shielding her tiny frame from any curious glances. "Sunny," he muttered, ready to watch her fade away the same way she always did in his dreams.

“Your hands are trembling," she breathed, reaching out for his palms, “Why are your hands trembling?" Her worried eyes looked up at him, and he was ready to sink to his knees in front of her. “I… I am nervous”, he muttered like a teenager, looking at his first-ever crush. “You never get nervous around me," Zofie frowned, shaking her head. And then there was one heartbeat. One. Nyx’s left hand reached behind her as he pulled her into his chest, wrapping her up in his embrace.

He was shivering all over. But all the systems in his body that had been flashing red for days now were finally running smoothly. It felt as if he could finally breathe. That lavender sugar scent that she carried drowned him in her. “We need to get out of here," Nyx breathed again, her hair neatly braided with daisies. “I didn’t spend an hour lacing this for nothing," Zofie muttered, pulling back from his embrace. Both of their eyes fall onto the deep purple and black bodice. A vision. Nyx reached for her hand. “I’ll appreciate the hell out of it for you, Zof; I will," he muttered, dragging her towards the double-sided door. He heard gasps as he moved. Pretty sure he even heard his name being called. Pret sure he heard footsteps. But the moment he was out in the cold night air, he wrapped his arms around Zofie once more. Bringing her as close as he possibly could before shooting up at the sky and winnowing halfway through the plush clouds. Now that he had gotten his sun back, not even the devil himself was strong enough to take her away.

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jadedvibes · 1 year

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Some Bucky to brighten your day. ❤️

Last First Kiss

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff, first kisses, soft Bucky in Louisiana for New Year's Eve.

Word Count: 600

A/N: Thank you for this sweet @navybrat817. This truly brightened my day and inspired a nye drabble! Hope everyone has a very Happy New Year! 💙✨

“So a little birdie told me you’ve never had a new year’s kiss…” Bucky leaned against the wood railing beside you, taking in the sunset on the bayou.

Your eyes widened before you took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill him.” Ever the meddler, Sam would tell your secret to the first guy you’d liked in a long time.

“Yeah, I’ve been there,” he let out a laugh. “Sam always knows the exact right thing to do to get under your skin, it’s a gift really.”

You shrugged casually. “He overheard me telling Sarah. It’s no big deal.” It really wasn’t, but you knew why Sam was annoyingly butting in. He’d also heard you telling his sister about how smitten you were with his dark-haired best friend.

“Well let me know if you want to change that.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, a small smile playing at your lips. There was no way. “The killing him part or the kiss?”

Bucky smirked, charmed and hopeful that you’d agree. “I haven’t had one in a while, so keep me posted,” he checked his watch. Only a few more hours until midnight. The Wilson household had planned a lowkey evening for the kids later, and the both of you would be in attendance.

He’d secretly had a crush on you for a little longer than you had on him and with Sam’s encouragement he figured there was no better time to do something about it.

“Haven’t committed a murder or given a kiss in a while?” You smiled sheepishly, trying awfully hard to deflect. Of all the reactions to finding out you’d never had a new year’s kiss, this was the last one you expected. Sam’s best friend, a guy you thought was off-limits, offering to change things for you.

He let out a laugh, you were too adorable. “Think about it, sweetheart. I hear it’s good luck,” he playfully shot you a wink before heading back to the barbeque.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you turned back to look at the setting sun over the calm waters. Colorful, peaceful, and captivating.

Later that night.

Sam nudged Sarah before shouting. “Guys it's 12:04, you’ve rung in the new year! You can break it up now.”

Grinning against Bucky’s lips, you felt your cheeks warm again. Busted.

Bucky begrudgingly pulled away from you, turning to glare at Sam. “Just getting as much luck from this as we can, man. Feel free to look away,” he muttered breathlessly before meeting your gaze with a soft shy smile. His thumb stroked your jawline, noting how beautiful you were up close.

He went from menacing to cute in a split second. How did he do that? It didn’t really matter because the way he looked at you, well you sure could get used to it.

“Yeah, look somewhere else,” you teasingly scowled at Sam before tugging at Bucky's henley and kissing him again. He cupped your face and poured himself into the kiss. He thought he was out of practice, but it surprised him how easily he fell back into step with you. Soft and sweeter than anything you could’ve imagined. Warm and careful with just the right amount of desire to leave you aching. Nothing you could have expected, yet everything you silently wished for.

Neither of you knew it then, but what a lucky year it would turn out to be. Never did you imagine that the man that would be your first new year’s kiss would also be your last; for many years in between, and every day after.

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minoment · 9 months

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ofc ofc ofc, sub!jack sparrow supremacy✨ So I didn't really plan this out, but something about jack getting the cockiness fucked outta him…it just does something to me. I don't mind presentation, so you can keep it gender neutral if you like!! Now i'll proceed to obsessively refresh the 'dom reader' tag until you publish it <3

Pairing: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow x Dom GN!Reader

Type: Draft

A/N: Posting this because I promised to get it out <3

Minors DNI <3

You and Jack had gotten off on the wrong foot, to say the least. Well, in your opinion. He didn't seem quite so bothered by it, more.. excited? That definitely ticked you off. He was so.. so infuriating.. so carefree. He treated you like some alluringly gorgeous god of war and that he was some un-killable fool who dared question your presence. Like he was the special one who would never ever be shown your wrath. You hated it.

Jack Sparrow was known across the seas as the luckiest, unlucky but admirable alcoholic to ever stumble upon the slippery decks of a ship. You however, were known as a vicious, territorial, almost Nordic pirate who guarded their claimed land with iron and steel. No one dared to venture near your territory, the pure amount of fear had made you almost forgotten to this day. Not that you minded of course. Stories of your cruelty and maliciousness spread an elaboration of what you were truly like, the tales isolating you in an almost comforting sense of loneliness.

You almost wished you had back that loneliness. But no. Of course not. That fool had made sure to never give you a sense of tranquility ever again.

"HELLLOOOO??"

A shouting voice was heard over the waves, it was slightly slurred and incredibly obnoxious for this early hour. The golden sun peeked over the horizon, sending golden slivers dancing across the waters surface.

You grunted softly, opening an eye and slowly picking yourself off the deck of your ship where you had peacefully been napping. You were an intimidating figure, at least 6'4" and toned from years of taming rough oceans. Your skin was tanned and mottled with scars and tattoos. Your braided and decorated hair glowed a fiery auburn in the growing daylight, 'like molten copper' as your late mother used to say.

Silently, you moved over to the ships edge, raking your cold green gaze over the sandy expanse of the small island you were moored next to. And there he was..

That daft moron got himself stranded a few days ago, somehow separating himself from his crew AND the Black Pearl. You had moored here a few weeks prior, reading the stars and waiting for the perfect time to sail back to your hidden cove you called home. He had dragged himself drunkenly out of the sea not 16 hours ago and your tranquil peace had disappeared from that point forward.

You had no intention of helping him, his constant chatting and one-sided conversations making him insufferable. He was doing it on purpose and you knew that, but it got on your nerves either way.

"What tha fuck d'ya want?" You snapped crossly over the well-kept railing of your ship. Your gaze narrowed as a triumphant smirk played across his lips. He was admittedly handsome, you'd give him that.

"Mornin' lovely..." He singsonged flirtatiously, gazing up at you and shielding his eyes from the now fully-risen sun.

You scowled in disapproval, not appreciating this levelling sort of flirtatious friendliness.

"You know.." He continued thoughtfully, mockingly speaking as if you were some sort of Lord, "I'd really like some food and water.. if you'd be so gallant as to spare some?"

You scowled once more and moved away from the railing. As much as it was 'survival of the fittest' and a constant battle with your stubbornly cruel personality, you couldn't watch a man starve to death with your help right in front of him. Besides, apart from being an infuriating pest, he hadn't actually hurt you.

A neatly coiled rope lay near your mast and you picked it up, carrying it back over to the railing. You secured the end firmly to the rail and dropped it down so the other ratty end dipped into the salty water.

"Climb up before I change my fuckin' mind.." You snapped, tilting your head in a sort of aggressive invitation aboard.

Jack wasted no time in scrambling up the rope like a monkey, your powerful grasp steadying his shoulder and body as he helped himself aboard. He stood to the side as you untied the rope and started to reel it up. His hand absentmindedly rubbed where your fingers had gripped his collarbone, his gaze flicking to your veined, clearly weathered hand as it worked the now sodden rope.

You turned and looked down at him, your gaze becoming ever so less furious as he looked back up at you and thanked you for your generosity. For some reason, you felt a little guilty for not letting him on sooner. He looked like a curious little mutt, his beautiful brown eyes seeming to warm you up from the inside out. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, scolding yourself for getting in your head. You motioned Jack to follow and brought him below deck.

Your boat was large yet you were the only one on it. It was decorated beautifully, showing off what obvious peace you had by yourself. There were maps and tapestries in some rooms, others having shark skulls and ornately engraved longswords hung up with bent nails. Apparently you were incredibly creative as well as a ruthless killer.

Jack marvelled your boat before his gaze curiously roamed your broad form. His keen eye took note of your clean clothes, the neat Nordic pattern embroidery and the occasional stain of spattered blood. Your belt held pouches and sheathed knives, all made by you. He admired your physique too, the way your muscles flexed under your skin as your opened the heavy door to your main living area. You didn't smell like the usual pirate either. An alluring scent of spices, fabric, seawater and blood seemed to follow you wherever you walked.

Eventually you sat him down, taking note of his ripped clothes and dirty features. You motioned for him to hold out his hands, working in complete silence as you wiped off his hands with a wet rag. The salt water stung a few scratches but Jack patiently held still, letting you wipe off his neck and face area. You almost did this as a sign of respect before standing up and getting him some clean clothes. You held out the rag and the pail of sea water, wordlessly telling him to get dressed and clean the rest of his body. He did as he was hold and you turned, moving to the other side of the cabin to find some stale bread and dried fish for him to eat.

When you finally turned around, he had washed himself and was getting dressed. Only Jacks upper body remained unclothed and your green gaze wandered over his tan skin. He had many bullet and knife wounds, adding up to the lucky part of his reputation. Personally, you found them quite beautiful although you would rather die than admit it.

"Here.." You said gruffly, handing him the plate of foot and a pouch of rainwater off your person. "Rest for a while.."

"Ah.. thank you.." Jack replied, finishing dressing himself and taking the plate and pouch from you. "I knew ya soul would be as beautiful as your pretty face.."

You sighed silently, moving to pick up his discarded clothes. You walked back up to the sunny desk, laying out Jacks clothes so they would dry and be parched of their salty sea smell.

You moved back below deck, your gaze raking over Jacks now-clothed chest and opening your mouth to ask about his scars.

"You really are nothing like the stories say, are ya?" Jack said as he interrupted your train of thought before you could speak and looked from his food to your eyes.

You paused, momentarily re-arranging your thoughts before speaking.

"No I'm not..." You said eventually, motioning to your own chest in reference to his bullet wound scars. "But you're definitely as lucky as the tales tell.."

Jack looked down and smiled slightly to himself, unable to form a response to that. It felt odd to be complimented by such a stoic and feared persona like yourself.

"What are ya really like then?" Jack asked, drinking the last of his water and letting you take the plate from him.

"I- don't really know.." You replied, stowing the things away before turning back to him. "Well no.. I just can't remember.."

"Why not?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. "You look like you'd have quite the personality.."

"Near death experience can blanch the personality from your soul I s'pose.." You shrug, leaning back against the ships wall and crossing your arms. You watched him closely. "You definitely have had your fair share of near death experiences, how come you're still an arrogant shit?" You say flatly, making Jack laugh.

"You've got quite the mouth huh?" He smirked, his gaze flicking to your scarred lips in a much more suggestive way than before.

You were a little taken aback by his suddenness but you regained control of yourself and narrowed your eyes. "Answer my question.."

"I guess I'm just better than you.." Jack shrugged with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to rile you up. The annoying thing was, it was working. You gritted your teeth, your jaw tensing.

Jack easily picked up on that and grinned, a soft chuckle escaping him. He knew this was a dangerous game; that only made him want to play it more. It certainly solidified his reputation of the stupidly brave captain.

"You aren't better than me.." You scowled, your hands moving behind you to grip the wooden counter as he began to approach you.

"Oh but I am.." Jack smirked. "You would have killed me by now if I were anyone else in front of you.. am I special?"

The audacity he had. It made your blood boil, but nonetheless you stayed against the wall, watching him like a hawk.

"It makes me wonder.." Jack continued, moving ever closer so his body was mere inches from yours and his calloused hand reached up to cup your face. He leant up and in a little closer, his lips only centimetres from yours. "A great pirate like you.. maybe you've gone soft.. maybe you could even be a whore and-"

That word set something ablaze inside of you, a boiling pit of rage and frustration overflowing within your guts. The only thing you could think about was teaching this cocky brat a lesson. Just before he could finish the rest of his insulting sentence, before he could kiss you; you snapped.

You pushed him back, slamming him against the opposite wall and knocking the breath out of him. Before Jack could get a single word or gasp out of his mouth, you crashed your lips against his and silenced him. His eyes widened in shock before he relaxed. He attempted to bring his hands up to cup your face but you gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall with your iron grasp. This was a lesson.

You bit down on his lower lip and squeezed his wrists tighter, earning a low whine of protest from Jack as your larger body pushed him up against the wall. Soon your hands left his wrists and he got the message, holding onto the edge of the counter lining the ships wall. Jack gripped the polished wood so hard he thought his rings would splinter the expensive timber. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his neck, only needing one to pleasurably restrict his blood flow.

Heat pooled between his legs when your hand tightened around his neck, a choked whine escaping his lips as lightheaded pleasure filled his senses. You took this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, making his legs almost buckle. Your kisses became even more aggressive and vicious as you tasted him, pinning him roughly up against the wall. The fiery taste of rum and salt on his lips spurred you on as Jack mewled in your grasp. You were so good, it made him lose himself almost instantly. The way you squeezed his neck, how your rough fingers pressed against his arteries so he could breathe easily through his nose while you ravaged his now kiss-bitten lips.. he wanted more, oh so much more...

Jacks greed eventually got the better of him and he clawed at your free hand, trying to move it towards his hips. You growled low in your throat, warning him. He didn't listen, desperate for more pleasure as he dug his nails into your hand. You pulled away with a rough curse, gripping his dreaded locks and dragging him away from the wall and down into the next room; your quarters.

The man yelped in a pleasurable sort of pain, opening his mouth to protest. You didn't let him, throwing him down into the messy nest of furs, fabrics, and blankets that was your bed. You held Jack down on his stomach, one hand pressing down between his shoulder blades and your knee in the small of his back. Nothing could be heard except for Jacks laboured breathing, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, and the metallic noise of you unclasping your belt.

You dragged the thick, worn, leather strap from around your waist before wrapping his tightly around Jacks wrists. He watched as you wrapped the belt further around an iron ring connected to the wall, unable to move his hands. Now that he was restrained and laying on his stomach in your bed, you could begin his real lesson.

Jack buried his face in the fabrics, your scent making arousal rock through his body in steady waves; yet it was also weirdly comforting to him. He felt you over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you leant down to bite and kiss at his neck.

You moved his hair ever so gently to the side, your lips and teeth leaving dark hickeys all over his sweet, salty skin. Jacks breathing became heavy once more as he tried to hide this fact by muffling his face in the furs. Eventually it became too hot and Jack couldn't breathe, so he just lay his head to the side and took it; not even bothering to preserve his dignity or hide his rough pants and gasps anymore when you suckled marks onto his skin.

You were marking Jack as yours and the very thought made his hips stutter forward ever so slightly. A small whine escaped his lips and you scowled, one hand moving to pull his hips up away from the bed. Jack was now face down ass up, a humiliated blush spreading over his features as he panted. One of your hands was in his hair, tightly gripping his locks and keeping his neck exposed while you marked him. The other held his hips, keeping him pressed against your body but unable to grind down against the sheets where he needed it most.

A choked breath was pushed from Jacks lips as he realized exactly what situation he was in. You weren't going to give him any sort of pleasure. You were going to hold him up like this and mark him up until he was a pleading mess. Jack didn't want that, he was greedy for more, anything more; and you knew it.

Jacks heavy panting and gasps filled the room, occasionally breaking it up with low keening whines as you tugged his hair and marked his neck. Eventually he couldn't take this torture any longer.

"P-please.. Indulge me, I beg you.." Jack panted, swallowing and licking his lips. His own breaking, reedy voice surprised him. "Need more..."

Jack lay his head to the side as you pulled away from his neck, letting out a low groan as you squeezed his hips and silently warned him not to try and thrust back down against the bed.

You decided to treat him knowing that his stubborn greed and wants would get both of you nowhere. So instead of taking away what he wanted, you would give it to him. Oh yes you would, you would give him what he wanted until he was a squirming, moaning mess just pleading for you to stop.

Jack practically melted in your grasp once more as your hot mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. Your sharp teeth grazed over the fresh bruises, your tongue gliding over their wake.

The sensation distracted his attention long enough for you to slip your large, rough hands into the soft cotton fabric of his pants. the low whine echoing in his throat turned into a strangled moan as your hand wrapped around his stiff, leaking shaft.

He buried his face in the furs once more, his hips trembling as your mouth continued to work at his neck and your hand tightened around his cock. Jack could feel himself dripping into your tight fist as he bit down on the thick wool of a blanket, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Nonetheless, he remained obedient and kept his hips as still as possible while your hand worked him into oblivion.

#dom reader #sub character #sub captain jack sparrow #sub jack sparrow #sub pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc headcanons #sub potc #unfinished work #mino chats //

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bekkachaos · 10 months

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✨ Bekka's Buddie Fic Recs ✨

I just thought it would be nice to do some fic recs for some of the wonderful creators in this fandom because there is literally so much talent it blows my mind that these beautiful people are out here giving us pieces of their beautiful brains 💕

Long fics and AU fics

☀️ Kiss Me Before it's Over (if only for a Minute) by @buddierights aka the Baseball AU (Rated E, 54k words). Buck and Eddie are pro baseball players on opposing teams, and Buck never gets nervous getting up to bat, until Eddie Diaz, the new star pitcher for the LA Angels, is standing on the pitcher's mound, and his stomach flips and twists. He's pretty sure it's because he hates the guy, until, you know, he doesn't. {I love this fic, it's such a beautiful kinda enemies to lovers ride that you will love every sweet and sexy moment of}

☀️ Let My Ink Stain Your Pages by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels aka the Castle AU (Rated E, 107k words). Buck is a professional crime fiction writer in need of a new muse. Eddie is an LA homicide detective, and the last thing he needs is to be followed around by a reckless author. A sexy six foot plus mystery writer who he absolutely does not find charming and attractive. But when Buck decides that Eddie would make the perfect muse for his new book, that's exactly what Eddie gets. {I might have read this fic 3 times, it's one of my absolute favourites and you better believe I will go back and read it again}

Stupid People by @gayhoediaz (Rated E, 160k words). Eddie is new in town in LA, and he's just come to terms with the fact that he's gay. He figures that hiring a sex worker is the easiest way to explore that side of himself and keep it separate from his son and his work, to keep things uncomplicated. And that's how he finds his way to Buck. His plan works, for a while. {This was one of the first buddie fics I read, and it is an epic sexy, moving, emotional fic that I thought about for so long after, honestly I recommend anything that Nie writes!}

Unless You Ask Me To by @elvensorceress (Rated M, 182k words, in-progress). Eddie starts dating a man, and Buck is completely, one hundred percent Fine(TM). This is a beautiful fleshed out journey of a fic. {I believe one of the tags is 'the most oblivious obtuse pining idiots you will ever meet' and the accuracy of this is insane, I can't wait for the last chapter!}

☀️ never felt this way before (yes I swear) by @rewritetheending aka the dirty dancing AU (Rated M, 50.8k words). Buck and his family go on vacation to the 118 ranch and lodge, where Buck meets a number of new people including Eddie Diaz, and he's pulled into the world of the one-eighteen in a way he never expected, and learning to dance from the most beautiful man he's ever seen. {What more do I have to say other than dirty dancing AU? This fic is amazing from start to finish and so so hot!}

Explicit fics

Bases Loaded by @lamardeuse (Rated E, 2k words). Eddie wants to take things slowly, and Buck obliges him. {It's a sexy slow build between the two of them and just sucks you right in!}

More bang for your buck by @prettyboybuckley (Rated E, 14.2k words). Eddie's got a problem with a noisy neighbour, only, he can't exactly confront him because how do you knock on someone's door and say 'you have the loudest sex I've ever had the pleasure of hearing through the wall'? Because it is, a pleasure, the sound of him is just doing things to him. And then he finds the guy's twitter, and then his Instagram, and he is too far down the rabbit hole to back down. {This is hot the whole way through, and Buck testing toys and posting online? Spicy hot content!}

I lit the match, the firemen can do the rest by @honestlydarkprincess (Rated E, 6.6k words). Eddie needs to see Buck, so he drives over to his place to see Buck getting railed by Natalia with a strap on, and he can't look away, especially when Buck comes just by Natalia mentioning Eddie's name. When she leaves, Eddie feels the need to prove that it's even better when he takes things into his own hands. {This is Eddie pining for Buck and then getting to have him, all to himself}

☀️ today I live for a single drop of you by @alyxmastershipper (Rated E, 38.9k words). This is the 5 + 1 blowjob fic, five times Buck dreams of sucking Eddie's cock and the one time he gets to do it. Nuff said {Ryan just has such a beautiful lyrical way of writing that they can make an epic fic about blowjobs poetic, a masterpiece}

More AUs

mark me like a bloodstain by @monsterrae1 (Rated M, 6k words). A fic where your soul marks appear on your skin when they appear on your soulmate, when they are badly injured. Buck's first marks show up in college, and his first thought is that his soulmate is dead. He doesn't figure it out until his best friend is shot in front of him, and then he realises it's been Eddie all along. {I love soulmate fics and I love the shooting arc, and this fic is just so wonderful from start to finish}

and I'd choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 (Rated E, 16.7k words). Eddie and Buck are pen pals when Eddie is in the army, and god it shouldn't have been so romantic, but he got Evan Buckley. And he thought maybe he might just be the person he spends the rest of his life with, until he completely disappears. Four years later, they meet again, only Buck has no idea who Eddie is. {did I include another Rae fic? Yes I did, because this one was just too good to leave out}

☀️ all I know is a new found grace (all my days I'll know your face) by @heartbeatdiaz aka the photographer Buck AU (Rated E, 4.5k words). Eddie is participating in the annual firefighters calendar, and the photographer is stupidly beautiful. Like, crazy gorgeous with big blue eyes and a smile that makes Eddie's palms sweat. {Photographer Buck is just such a beautiful thing to imagine, and honestly you could hit shuffle and pick any of April's fics and you're bound to love it}

even gods die by @kitkatpancakestack (Rated T, 7.6k words). This is quite a heavy fic, Buck has brain cancer and he and Eddie are at a cabin together talking about his diagnosis and how they feel about it. It's angsty with a hopeful ending. {This is a beautiful, emotional fic and it moved me so much to read. Not for everyone, but wow was this amazing}

Fun, Flirty and Fluffy fics

☀️ To have and to hold (what's mine is yours) by @the-likesofus (Rated G, 3.3k words). It's Buck and Eddie's one year anniversary (paper). Eddie gives something Buck has had all along, that last piece of his heart. {This is such a heartwarming Buckley-Diaz family feels fic and made me smile so hard}

Everything But (temptation) and Worth the Wait by @spotsandsocks (Rated T, 4.7k & 5.4k words). Five times Buck is tempted by Eddie and the one time he finally gives in, or, five times Eddie attempts to tempt Buck and the one time it finally works. {These fics are from Buck's pov and then Eddie's, and they were so much fun to read both times!}

smile to hide the truth by @fallingthorns (Rated T, 5.1k words). Eddie is getting married, only it's not to Buck. And Buck should really say something, should have really said something earlier. Because now Eddie is standing at the altar, only he's staring back at Buck and asking what would make him happier. {This isn't exactly fluffy but god the anticipation and the build up to that wedding, and the ending? You won't regret this read, I loved it}

still by @gayhoediaz (Rated T, 9.3k words). Based on an episode of Castle (are you sensing a theme here?) where Eddie steps on a plate in a house where they've just put out a fire, and he just knows that he's stepped on a pressure bomb. Buck refuses to leave him standing there alone while they figure it out, but time is literally ticking for them. {These two just fit the Caskett shoes perfectly, and this was tense, emotional and just a wonderful read}

between who you are and who you could be by @paranoidbean (Rated T, 5.6k words). Eddie is working at a plasma donation centre, and Buck just keeps coming back in, after making an impression the first time by passing out. {This is an adorable meet cute that just made me feel fuzzy inside}

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two by @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy (Rated G, 7.2k words). In which Eddie is buried alive, and Buck loses his mind with worry and grief. Basically a missing part to Eddie Begins. {This was a beautiful exploration of Buck's emotions as he's afraid he's lost Eddie}

I hope you all enjoy these fics as much as I did, just wanted to spread some love and appreciation 💕

#buddie #buddie fics #buddie fic recs #fic rec #bekka reads #just wanted to share some wonderful stories #please tell me if i tagged wrong!!

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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i want Simeon to rail me so fucking bad?? omg?? i have the strongest fucking corruption kink and corrupting him seems so tempting 😩😩😩 Lemme corrupt the pretty angel man. i want him to defile me as i drag my nails down his back, thighs, hips, shoulders- FUCK

-your submissive anon, ✨🌙anon~~

Nsfw content MDNI

Whskhsj oh yesss~

And the way Simeon’s eyes darken a bit and he gets rougher when he feels your nails digging into his back. Low groans and praise falling from his lips as he watches you come undone under his touch~

#corrupting the angel always sounds like fun~#✨🌙 anon!#obey me!#obey me #om!#obmswd #obey me simeon smut #obey me simeon x chubby reader #obey me simeon #obey me smut #obmswd smut #om! smut #ro rambles

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catanisgorgeous · 1 year

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Satisfied

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date: Obey Me!), gender-neutral MC (only pronoun used is “you”).

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, lots of gentle head massaging to soothe the pissed oldest demon.

For context: It had been two days since you last saw Lucifer. Sure, maybe demons didn't need sleep but not seeing him at all was worrying you. What was up with this weird workload? Or was he avoiding everyone? As his newly established ✨partner✨ you decide to go and check.

A/N: Hi there, demons and humans and angels and reapers~ I'll probably do one for each brother and other-character, but mind you, requests are open^^ I'm not much of a Lucifer stan but here goes! If ya like it, show it 💙

You: Hey Mammoney, are you awake?

Mammon: MC? I'm headed outside.

You: Oh. If you're downstairs, do you see Lucifer anywhere around?

Mammon: Ya think I'll be sneaking out with Lucifer around? What's gotten into ya?

You: Right, sorry.

Mammon: The old man hasn't been outside his office since yesterday, MC. Plus, why would I care where he is? I'm leaving. Ya wanna come?

You: No thanks.

Mammon: Dontcha dare tell old Luci you knew I was going out.

Well that was a productive chat. You shook your head with a sigh, tossing the D.D.D. away onto the emptier half of the king-sized bed. Swinging your legs out of the sheets and into your slippers, you tugged on a thicker, longer robe and slowly open the door. You poked your head outside and checked the hallways before slipping the door shut and trotting down the stairs as fast as the cotton slippers would let you.

A shriek of joy made you jump and clutch the railings with one hand and your robe with the other. Cursing under your breath at what was likely another of Leviathan's anime-fight-cheers, you picked up the edge of the robe and dashed across the landing and corridors, carefully dodging the vases and whatnot until you silently halted right outside his door.

There was NO way you were letting the others know this was how you went to see him. Half-dressed, with bunny slippers and a bathrobe, and the messiest bedhead.

You didn't knock, praying Lucifer would sense your presence and just open the door himself.

... Not a whisper of a sound. You knocked ever so lightly. Why was there no goddamned keyhole? You decided his demon hearing was strong enough and whispered "Lucifer. Luci-FER.

No response.

"Luci. It's MC. Open up."

...

You grabbed the lock, mumbling "Open the fu–" without realising the handle turned until you almost fell as the door opened. Oh. So it hadn't been locked. Wait what?

"Either close the door behind you or get out."

"Lucifer!" You shut the door, watched how the wave of his hand was followed by a click. "Oh."

"What do you want, MC?" the eldest droned in a voice that screamed of exhaustion-held-back-to-fake-annoyance.

"To see if you're alive?" You shook your head and walked over to stand beside his armchair. "I came to check on you, maybe convince you to get some sleep."

"I'm afraid I cannot afford sleep, MC, I still have that lot left to do." He waved his hand to a mountain of papers to the left.

You pointed to the right, asking "This bit's done?"

He nodded, movements slow and tired. You recalled the last time you offered to do the work for him... that didn't go too well. So you stood there like a scarecrow, stiff and idle, confused as to how you could help, watching him pick up the next paper in silence. "Go back to bed."

You ignored him, coming to a decision and shifting to stand behind his chair. "I'm not the one who's tired," you answered, placing your hands on his greased hair.

Lucifer shrank away, head swinging around with a glare. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing. I'll just watch, you keep doing your work."

"..." Lucifer narrowed his eyes, but was far too tired to ask a thing so he went back to work.

So did you. You dug your fingers into his hair, sliding them between the strands until you found stability, then began rubbing and pressing, sliding the pressured fingertips back and forth. You could swear he winced when the nails scraped against his scalp: but his shoulders relaxed fast and back slumped easily, subconsciously leaning into the massage while scribbling away.

Glad that the mission was a success, you proceeded to step 2. Make him vent.

"Why are you cutting off so much? Don't they know how to write properly?"

He growled in frustration, cutting off another phrase on whatever document it was. "Clearly not."

"Who's work is that?"

"These? Submissions by a pack of new interns who don't know their job or at the very least, to read instructions. Immature imbeciles," he grumbled, scribbling out another correction before sliding the paper onto the completed set.

"Nothing you can do about them?" You tugged on a longer strand of hair, brushing the mess away from his face.

He shook his head subtly. "There's no point. Lord Diavolo wants to make sure they get a chance." The teeniest hint of a smirk. "However, I do plan on getting Barbatos to scare them, just a bit. That should ensure they'd pay more attention henceforth."

"Now that sounds more like you," you grinned, fingers sinking lower to his nape. Step 3, mild praise or reassurance, done.

"Hm," he hummed in agreement, the tips of his lips stretched into the subtlest smile. His shoulders heaved as he suppressed a yawn. "You have classes tomorrow. How long do you plan on staying here?"

"As long as it'll take."

"For?"

"For you to quit pretending and fall asleep."

He scoffed and leant backwards to look at you. "Good luck with that."

You pulled a face to mock him, so that he turned away and continued working, occasionally pointing out a ridiculous mistake somebody had made. You massaged on, rubbing his head, temples, the back of his neck, behind his ears. The urge to break the silence was excessive, to retell how Solomon pranked Simeon by exchanging Luke's cupcakes for his own, how nobody expected Simeon to be taking the cupcakes to share and watch a movie with Levi, the chaos that ensued in the house that afternoon, how you had to calm them all down (as always) because Lucifer wasn't around...

But... 1. He probably won't be too amused right now. 2. The man has spent every day of his life in this house living amid commotion and chaos. He probably stayed in the office to avoid all the nonsense.

So you kept shut. The peace and quiet added to the gentle feel of Lucifer's greying jet black hair made your body go lax. Seeing the way the demon relaxed under your touch made you beyond happy. Satisfied. So satisfied that, you let your guard down so much you had to muffle a yawn.

Lucifer looked up at you, so you quickly resumed massaging, muttering a string of "Sorry"s.

Without a word, the Pride shut the folder he had opened up, dropped his pen and smacked the hands on his head.

"What?"

He pushed back the chair and rose to his feet, striding towards the door. "Leave the cloak and tie there, I'll pick them up tomorrow."

You looked between the discarded half of his outer clothing, and his tall frame holding the door open.

"Coming or not?"

"Where?"

"To bed."

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Bestie?? Babe?? My love??

JUST WATCHED GRAY MAN AND I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC REQUEST!!!

Alright imagine this: Lloyd Hansen is a brat tamer. BuT—he fucking loves when reader is a brat. He low key encourages it. He’s all like “yeah? Tell me how much you hate me” and teasing like “you’re so cute when you pout. So cute and so dumb, baby.” and he just sits there laughing at readers brattiness/stubbornness and then BAM!! Total flip once she crosses the line and he’s dishing out a Lloyd Hansen specially served punishment 😎

Keep up the amazing work luvie ~ ✨🐰💕🎀

YESS !! BRAT SUPPORTER AND TAMER LLOYD HANSEN !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x brat!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, size difference, mean daddy!lloyd, smut - minors dni, unprotected sex, mirror sex, rough sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, spanking, choking (mhm biceps), size kink, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, gagging (on fingers), breeding kink.

𝗪/𝗖 | 883

𝗔/𝗡 | he’s so condescending, i’m in love.

˗ˏˋ𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ♡⋆* 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

“Look at that cute fuckin’ face, you grumpy, baby?”

“S-Shut—uh!” You barely manage a grunt, the breath is knocked out of you with every rock of his hips. Your dress is half torn, the flimsy silk was paper in the older man’s hands, and now it’s just a mess of thread and straps.

In the reflection, you watch him pound into you. That familiar red flush spread down his face to his neck, disappearing under the collar of his tight shirt. His hair falls over his forehead as he groans lowly, gnawing on his lip as you clench around him. Your wetness smears down your thighs and his cock, forming a creamy ring around the thick base.

His belt jingles with every thrust, the metal is cool against your heated skin, and that burn only blooms brighter when his palm lands on your ass. “Awe, you pouting now? Wanna tell daddy what’s wrong?” Lloyd smirks, yanking you firmly against his chest, wrapping his arm around your neck. “Is it your make-up, baby? ‘Cause, it’s all ruined now that you’re cryin’ like a little dumb baby?”

At your choked moans, he flexes his bicep, filthily licking the side of your face. “So fucking good,” He rails into you, splitting your cunt apart on his girth, his heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. “C’mon, use that pretty mouth for daddy.”

Your only response is a sob, your whole body convulsing as the fat tip rams into your sweet spot. Your knees go weak, the numbness climbing up your spine until you collapse lifeless into his chest.

Lloyd curses, “Oh, that’s the spot, huh? Dirty slut, you gonna cream for me while your dad’s downstairs? Cum all over my cock and let me pump you full, maybe I’ll even knock you up to teach you some responsibility.”

God yes, you wanted that more than anything, but you still had a party to host and you couldn’t do that with his seed dripping down your leg.

“B-But, you promised.” You gasp, tears trailing down your face, “Pull out, Lloyd, you said—”

“I said a bunch of things, I doubt you remember it all.” His bicep presses against your neck, hoisting you upright as his thrusts get rougher and further burn your knees on the carpet.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah? Keep sweet talking me, baby, and I’ll really fill you up.”

You tighten at that, if he hadn’t torn your favourite dress, you would’ve begged for his cum. “You fucking asshole. I’ll scream—” You’re cut off by the loss of air, your eyes shoot open and meet his gaze in the reflection.

His teeth are bared, sharp and shiny, like the ones of a beast preparing for a hunt. He doesn’t falter when your nails dig into his arm, “What was that?”

He chuckles when you struggle to breathe, and once he deems you’ve had enough, he loosens his hold. “Dumb little brat, can’t even speak.” Lloyd mocks, slipping his other hand between your legs to rub your clit. “Fucked too good, she can’t even think.” He releases you and you collapse onto the floor once again.

The carpet is still wet from your previous tears and drool, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he lands swats on your button. Your make-up is far beyond salvation, following the destruction of your dress, you know you won’t be returning to the party tonight. After this—after him, you won’t be walking straight for the next few days.

He’s so much bigger than you, so ravenous, you wouldn’t want him any other way.

He taps the side of your head, “mhm—yup, sounds empty.”

If you could, you’d smack him or say something that’ll knock him down a peg, but all traces of defiance are replaced by pleasure, shattering your world as you uselessly tug at the carpet.

“You’re so mean!” You whimper, reaching back to hit him but he grabs your arm and pins it behind your back. He uses the leverage to arch your back and present yourself to him, slamming balls deep into your wet cunt with enough force to jerk you closer to the mirror.

He leans down, his weight pinning you down. “And you’re a spoiled brat. Throwing a fucking tantrum because the waiters were wearing coral pink instead of peach pink? For that fit, you don’t deserve any attention tonight—you’re lucky I’m even here.”

You know that’s a lie. Lloyd wanted to come to your party, he even helped plan and cleared his schedule for the week to spend time with you, and your father, of course. Normally, you’d correct him, loving the pride that came with being right, all while he was wrong.

“Tell me how I’m being mean, baby. Mean daddies don’t even touch their girls when they misbehave—you’re a lucky one.” His big hand forcefully moves your head, and his fingers slip into your gaped mouth. You gag, saliva dribbling down your chin.

“You gonna apologize for being such a brat, pumpkin?” He slips them further down as your throat contracts, he’s trained you for this—by holding your head down on his cock and fucking your face. “No? Since you aren’t using your mouth, I’ll just keep it nice and full. Same with your pussy because I’m not pulling out.”

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siancore · 1 month

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Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

I love them because of their chemistry. There’s just something really palpable between them when they’re on the screen together. I also love them because of the way they end up in one another’s orbits. I love the banter, but also the genuine care and respect Sam and Bucky have for one another. Anyhoo, I wrote this. I’ll definitely look at expanding on it if my Dear Readers are interested. Divorce Era SamBucky because we are in it right now. Enjoy!

The throbbing in Sam’s head had grown stronger with each passing moment. He was over their conversation. Bucky was leaving and there was nothing left to say. Sam just wanted to take the Paul & Darlene out on the waters and feel sorry for himself in peace.

“Why’re you still here?”

“Sam, please don’t be like that.”

“Like what? Upset?” asked Sam, noticing that Bucky had the decency to look sheepish. “I don’t have time for this.”

He went below deck, and Bucky followed him, reaching out to take hold of Sam’s upper arm. Sam pulled away.

“Please, Sam,” said Bucky, causing the other man to turn and face him. “Don’t I get to explain myself?”

“Oh, I think you’ve made yourself pretty clear here.”

“Sam.”

“And don’t I get to be upset, uh? Don’t I get to be pissed off at you?”

“Sam.”

“I stuck my neck out for you, time and time again, and you’re still gonna bail on me?”

“I don’t want – I don’t want to leave. I have to.”

“Right.”

“You think I want this? You think I want to be away from you? Like I have a choice.”

Sam sighed and composed himself for how he would respond.

“You of all people know what it means to not have a choice, Bucky. I know that. But this? This is different and you damn well know it. You’re a free agent. No one can dictate what you do. Not anymore. Working with them. Going with them. It’s your choice. You’re choosing to leave.”

Bucky let his head fall before looking up at Sam through his lashes. Silence washed over him. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

“So, now you get quiet on me? You follow me down here and now you’ve got nothing to say?” Sam scoffed as he turned his back. “Just go.”

“No.”

Sam turned back to look at him and repeated, “No?”

“Not until you actually speak to me,” said Bucky, as he inched closer. “Not just scream at me or be pissed off at me. What about me going to work with another team really bothers you?”

He could see the anger and frustration in Sam’s eyes; in the way he squared his shoulders; the way he stared Bucky down.

“Is it a them problem,” Bucky pushed. “Or is it all on you?”

“So, it’s my fault that you wanna run off with a bunch of assholes that you don’t know, to do only God knows what?” Sam retorted, as he lifted his chin defiantly.

“It’s your fault if you don’t say what’s really got your shorts in a twist,” Bucky shot back. “Don’t you trust me to be out there without you or Ayo keepin’ an eye on me?”

Sam narrowed his gaze as an incredulous look spread over his face.

“You know that’s not what I think,” Sam spat back. “How could you even say that?”

Bucky moved closer to Sam, and Sam backed away slightly.

“You think I’m gonna hurt people? Is that it?” asked Bucky.

“I never said that.”

“Think I’m gonna go right off the rails without you reining me back in? Is that it?” asked Bucky, his eyes red-rimmed but so impossibly blue.

“Please. I’m not your fucking keeper,” Sam shot back, pressing a finger to Bucky’s chest. “You make your own decisions. You do what you want. If I really had any say in anything to do with your life, I’d tell you to tell those people to fuck off.”

Bucky snorted out a laugh and it annoyed Sam to his core.

“You sure do got a lotta words for them, uh?” he asked, almost derisively. “But can’t be truthful with me about what you really want from me.”

“I don’t want anything from you, Barnes.”

Bucky narrowed his gaze and inched closer, almost pressing Sam against the wall. He stared into Sam’s eyes, his beautiful eyes, and said, “You’re lying.”

Sam scoffed and said nothing in response.

“Tell me what you want from me,” said Bucky firmly, his breath hot on Sam’s lips.

Sam’s gaze darted from Bucky’s steely eyes to his smart mouth.

“I want things that I can’t have. Things I got no right asking for,” said Sam, his voice shaky. “I want too much from you and that ain’t on you. It’s my problem.”

Bucky moved closer so that they were chest-to-chest, both breathing rapidly, hearts smashing against their ribcages. Bucky’s eyes fell from Sam’s and rested on his perfect lips a beat too long.

He brought his gaze back to Sam’s, stared into his soul, and said, “You want me? Is that it?”

The emotion that swam behind Sam’s eyes was almost too much as he stared silently at Bucky.

“Say it, Sam,” he said, too loud for a whisper, but soft enough that only Sam heard. “If you want me, then tell me you want me.”

Sam bit his bottom lip and tried to steady his breathing. He was almost vibrating out of his skin. He had not wanted it to come to that. To the moment where he would have to crack his soul open and admit to Bucky that he wanted him. To lay it all bare and tell Bucky that he wanted more than just friendship with the other man. To admit that he did not want Bucky to leave because he wanted him to stay there with him; to stay in his family home; to lay with him in his bed; to be his and his only.

He was drawn from his thoughts by the breath that escaped Bucky’s lips as Bucky closed his eyes a moment.

“If you want me like I want you, Sam, you gotta say it,” Bucky said, as he leaned in and rested his brow against Sam’s. “You gotta tell me. I need to hear it. I need –”

“I want you,” said Sam, as he brought his trembling hand up to the back of Bucky’s neck. “I want you.”

Bucky let out this half-relieved, half-disbelieving laugh as he drew back from Sam, cupped his face and stared into his eyes.

“God, I want you, too,” said Bucky. “I want you so much it fucking hurts.”

“Then have me,” said a breathless Sam. “I’m yours, Buck, if you’ll have me.”

The wonderment and hope that Bucky’s eyes radiated seeped into Sam soul. He closed his own eyes and let that hopefulness wash over him before whispering, “If you want me, then stay with me. Please stay with me.”

#sambucky #sambucky fandom fun

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ticklystuff · 2 months

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Hellou~ hope you're doing oke! It's been a while since I chatted with anyone here ^^✨️

I have teams for both so you get to pick~

Genshin team xiao (Boi is c5 now- so close to c6T-T), baizhu, yae and zhongli

And star rail is Blade, Kafka, Jing yuan and Argenti (the team makes no sense I'm sure but I roll with what I have^^)

ask game is closed!

hi mochi! i hope you've been doing well. i got xiao already, so pls take the rest of my luck to get him to c6 ✨ (congrats on c5 though! his c6 is very fun)

also i was dumdum and didn't see to just pick one team until halfway through so uhhhh have both LOL (also there are so many parallels in your teams: xiao/bladie are darker and aloof, miko/kafka are very gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss, zhongli/jing yuan are the senior citizens, and baizhu/argenti have flamboyant ways of speech but in different ways)

who’s the most ticklish character

xiao is the only right answer here hehehehe sometimes zhongli will reminisce about the old times when xiao was younger and he'd tickle him more often and HE DOES THIS IN FRONT OF MIKO AND BAIZHU and xiao is covering his ears and cringing while zhongli keeps talking and then he gets mad at zhongli and is like "you're embarrassing me on purpose" and zhongli swears he isn't (he is)

i am.. very biased and i'm going to put jing yuan here bc i love him and i think he would have the best laugh. like he doesn't try to hold back or stifle it so it freely flows and it's soft but also has that low growl to it that his normal voice has ahhhh i love it and him

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

hmmm i don't think this would apply to your genshin team! like even the craftier characters like miko people would assume she's ticklish because how is she good at it and how does she know all the good spots?? surely this means she's ticklish as well hmmm

oh i am putting bladie here because he is so intimidating and aloof but jing yuan and kafka KNOW the truth and the day they meet argenti they drag blade by the arms to him and jing yuan and kafka just smirk at each other and bladie looks at them puzzledly until he starts to feel their fingers scribbling up his sides and the sudden shift from his normal dead expression to a wide smile and outburst of laughter kinda freaks argenti out

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

xiao! but they go after him separately and he's always the default lee of the group. like zhongli might stealthily run his fingers along xiao's knee while the two are having tea and xiao will just suddenly spit his tea out and give zhongli a scowl. or baizhu will insist on giving xiao a checkup because of all the fighting he does and sometimes he'll sneak in a few pokes and when xiao giggles baizhu will be like "oho~ looks like your nervous system still works" and xiao just grumbles "i guess.." and i feel like miko would have a soft spot for him, so she goes easy on xiao compared to the other two. she loves to take him shopping because he's the only one that looks like he's ready for combat all the time so he needs more casual clothes, according to her, and she'll give a few pokes whenever he steps out of the dressing room in a new outfit and she can't help it because he always looks cute in whatever clothes she throws him in, especially any outfit that shows exposed skin ehe

oh this one also goes to blade lmao kafka and jing yuan are always at the ready to wreck him and the worst part is that he's so clueless whenever they're planning a tickle attack against him and he can't defend himself while laughing. argenti also joined along because "you have such a beautiful laugh, bladie~ 🌹✨" and blade wants to rip him to shreds

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

zhongli and miko! miko would absolutely go around revealing tickle spots in a very sly manner, but zhongli is a good man and doesn't like to do so. the only time when he puts his knowledge to good use is when he feels like xiao has had enough tickling. he'll suddenly pull miko or baizhu off of xiao and start wiggling his fingers and they're always caught off-guard because it's usually xiao on the receiving end of tickles

kafka and jing yuan! neither would go around revealing tickle spots, but kafka does use her knowledge as a threat to others. jing yuan is much more subtle, though, and the others aren't aware that he knows all of their weak points, so someone like kafka is always confused when the eepy general is always able to hold his own in a tickle fight

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

baizhu has ticklish ears and a ticklish neck! changsheng told xiao one day and she even proved it by flicking her little snake tongue around said areas. she would've revealed more but baizhu strangled changsheng to stop her

for all the times bladie has been tickled by kafka, he does have one thing over her. silver wolf told him one day that she does have ticklish shoulder blades, but he knows the potential consequences if he dares to try

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

xiao is a flop when it comes to tickling others and baizhu has like 0 energy 110% of the time lol so miko always thinks she has it in the bag bc zhongli serves big grandpa energy but then she's suddenly swept off her feet and in zhongli's arms as his fingers wiggle all over her good spots and she tries to squirm free but he's surprisingly strong

jing yuan for the same reason as zhongli! like no one expects it from him because he's always so drowsy and laidback but then it actually happens and he manages to pin them one after the other ehe~

which character has a kink for tickling

miko on some days, i think. like she'll experiment with it and sometimes she say does, but then other times it's no interest to her

oh kafka absolutely. like her whole thing is psychological warfare and she loves the mind games she can play when she involves tickling.

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

oki so i know i said earlier that changsheng would know some of baizhu's tickle spots, but he's never really been tickled by other people because of his frail state. it wasn't till he joined the team that miko gave him some tickles as part of a welcome ritual to the group (he was on the floor wheezing after a few pokes poor thing)

i think none of them! kafka and silver wolf get into tickle fights all the time, blade is tormented by kafka all the time, jing yuan got into tickle fights with all the members of the quintet, and i'm not too knowledgeable on the knights of beauty yet but argenti has such a handsome laugh i hope the rest of the knights tickled him all the time aklsdjf

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

not necessarily tickle fights but zhongli tickles xiao so much he just wants to see his boy smile. they've very sneaky and unsuspecting pokes or skitters of his fingers and the funny part is that xiao never expects them because he's very comfortable around zhongli (which makes things easy for zhongli nyehehe)

oh kafka and jing yuan bully blade all the time lol most of the time they'll fight blade alone but sometimes they'll tag team him. like, they don't even discuss getting blade, they just communicate by looking at each other and they just know and blade can never fight back because he's so incapacitated when tickled lol

#xiao #yae miko #baizhu #zhongli #blade #kafka #jing yuan #argenti #genshin impact #honkai star rail #tickling

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kymanitaylorsversion · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes but Make it Vine

Adam: *Sliding down the stair rails* You're all going to hell, bye

Random "bad boy": *vaping*

Nifty: wooow

Lucifer at rubber duckies: Wow, look at all those chickens

Sir Pentious: *dancing to take me on then turns around*(braces girl vine)

Angel Dust: How much money do you have?

Sir Pentious: 69 cents

Angel Dust: oh, you know what that means

Sir Pentious: *teary-eyed* I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets

Charlie trying to do team building exercises: Angel has 19 bottles of dish soap and he gives Vaggie-

Sir Pentious: Why does Angel have so many bottles of soap?

Angel Dust: MIND YO BUSINESS PENTIOUS

Adam: Alright, Charlie[class] you can do[be] anything you want

Charlie: I wanna bring sinners to heaven[be the president]

Adam: Aw, Charlie try a little bit smaller things

Charlie: BITCH YOU SAID I COULD BE ANYTHING I WANT

Alastor: *runs up to charlie*

Charlie: Daddy?

Lucifer: DOES HE LOOK LIKE-

Husker to Angel Dust: Has anyone ever told you you look like Beyonce?

Angel Dust: nah they usually tell me I look like Angel

Husker: Who the fuck is that?

Angel Dust: Me, ni-

Charlie: *singing* Oh yeah, wait a minute Mr. Podcast Man[postman]

Alastor going along with her shenanigans: *vocalizing* oooohoh yeah

Angel Dust: pinkywinky boom boom dance *starts shaking ass*

Angel Dust: Then in here, 2 shots of vodka *pours a half the bottle*

Charlie about Husk and Angel: *on the phone with Lucifer* And they were roomates!

Vox watching through his TVs: omg they were roomates

Alastor: *throws a frisbee towards the highway*

Lucifer: wHaT tHe FuCk, Alastor

Angel Dust venting in his room to Fat Nuggets about Valentino: GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY *throws doll against the wall*

Sir Pentious in that one song: oh hi, thanks for checking in on me, I'm ✨still a piece garbaaaage✨

Angel Dust: I'm being abused at work by Valentino[I spilled lipstick in your Valentino Bag]

Charlie: You're whawhawhawha being abused at work by Valentino?![You whawhawhawha spilled lipstick in my Valentino white bag]

Sir Pentious doing karaoke for one of Charlie's team building activities: till i cant no more, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOOOOR

Angel Dust: *tries to work*

Valentino: *punches him*

Angel Dust: ah, fuck, I can't believe you've done this

Charlie: Hey, I'm lesbian

Lucifer: I thought you were from hell[American]

Charlie trying to help Angel Dust ascend: There's only one thing worse than a (r-word)ist *pulls back paper*

Angel Dust: A child.

Charlie: No.

Angel Dust: AEAEAEAEAEAE

Valentino: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING WHY ARE YOU RUNNING

Adam when Charlie proposed for sinners to go to heaven: No off-topic questions. Because I don't want to. No. Denied. That's an off-topic question. You have been stopped.

Alastor: WHAT ARE THOOOOSE

Lucifer: They are my rubber duckies[crocs]!

Husker singing Loser Baby: *Pours a box of Life cereal and lemons fall out* well, when life gives you lemons

Angel Dust venting about Valentino: *beating up stuffed moth[elmo]* FUCKING DUMB ASS BITCH VALENTINO[elmo] I FUCKING HATE YOU

Lute when Adam died: Ms. Kesha? Ms. Kesha? Oh my fucking god she fucking dead

Angel Dust: Don't tell your mother

Husker: Kiss one another

Both: DIE FOR EACH OTHER

Alastor every time he almost dies: *disappears* I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me

*The other hotel members casually taking a photo*

Charlie: Everybody say Hazbin Hotel[Colorado]

Sir Pentious: *comes from out of nowhere* I'M A GIRAFFE

#vines #vine #hazbin hotel #shitpost #tw cursing #meme #funny

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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Sanji with a Latina brujita s/o

Here’s one with zoro, I really had fun doing this one. Since he’s my esposo. Let me just spoil y’all with this one

Cw:

I saved my man because I love to write about him. 😭😭

- sanji realizing you’re a bruja is the cutest shit ever he has those stars in his eyes.

-“you’re a witch you must’ve casted on a spell on me with your ethereal beauty because i can’t stop admiring you Y/n Swannn!!”

- When you told Sanji you thought he was gonna be like “kill all witches- you’re not even allowed to be here.” due to religious trauma.

- he was very accepting, since he himself growing up HATED his family. Poor bby.

- sanji seeing you doing mágica cocina (kitchen magick) basically cooking with intentions. he’s never gone back to mentioning that. the minute he started doing that. He just saw ✨abundance✨

-“are you burning sage my love?” You sniffed

-“ oh I’m sorry my darling! I just had the urge to-“ you just kissed him.

“you’re good. you’re just following your intuition. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.” you whispered into his ears as you pulled the collar of his buttoned up short. kissing his cheek once more.

- there he goes having another nosebleed . AGAIN

-“see romero for prosperity, protection, and abundance” sprinkling the rosemary cologne, the herb into the mop mixture with Florida water.

“Rue for dispelling negative energies, and mágica negra.”

“Agua florida for cleansing and protection. Very powerful— SANJI DONT DRINK THAT! ITS COLOGNE!! PENDEJO!” His eyes widened and he spat out the cologne, coughing so much the ran to the railings on the sunny hacking, he threw up slightly.

-“Hey! Curly! at least you cleansed your lungs from having black lungs and no teeth KYAHAHHAA.” Zoro had no filter, and no right TO BE THAT PETTY!. Sanji just kicked him with his long leggies.

“Y/n Swannn!- have you seen my-“ you light his cigarette for him with your own lighter you use for your spirits.

“Darling, I have a question.”

“Hmm? What is it? amor?”

“How do you get rid of unwanted guests?”

“Turn the broom upside down.” you told him as you were giving the food offerings to your spirits.

“Do they eat that?” He puffs out the smoke

“Mhm. look I promise if it was luffy. It wouldn’t have stayed this fresh. there’s lots of crumbs see.” You point and he’s in amazement.

When he placed the broom upside down in the kitchen. he saw luffy run away! Sanji ran back to you and shower you with his love.

- he always watched you afar doing your rituals, he didn’t want to bother you nor want you to lose your focus.

-“ here’s some fruit. I don’t know if your ancestors will like it.” when he left it on there. He just placed it there as a way to introduce himself.

- he wanted their approval. he got it within two days. He talked about how you helped everyone. Just praising you.

-Saying “thank you for blessing me with this woman of my life. you do not understand how down bad I am for y/n San.” he kneels. As he felt a touch.

“No mijo. thank you. for being there for her. thanking for taking the time to meet us.” He saw an elderly woman who was your mentor. He was shook.

After a day passed by with the fruit. It looked like it was chewed up. And disappeared.

“What the!? Y/n CHANNN!!! What does it mean!?”

“They’re pleased. That’s why. Did you give them food?” You we’re in Awee as you heard him nod.

“You’re so sweet!!!”

- “Y/n!!! Merolinneee!! I have a gift for you!” he smiles and gives you roses. For you and your spirits. he knows that you’ll use them. Which makes his flutter knowing that they’ll be used for a purpose.

- You always make him wear an evil eye bracelet on his right hand..

- “Y/n chwan! YOU have a gift for me?!!” He’s in shock and he’s in love. His eyes will pop out of his sockets shape into hearts.

- “Yes let me put it on you.” you’d kiss his wrist making a cross on his wrist with a oil blend you made. then tied the bracelet on his right wrist.

“If it breaks,like it just unravels, an eye goes missing, or it just comes off. let me know. Take it off immediately.” He nods like an eager puppy.

when the bracket broke he didn’t know why he felt so bad poor baby.

“No no honey it’s okay, it just means it was done protecting you. You have people who are jealous of you that’s why.” You hugged him and explained the concept of mala de ojo (evil eye).

- He was in such great shock to find out how he felt better when he wore the bracelet he felt less stressed. He could sleep peacefully.

-when he’s not feeling well (which is rare) you know someone is up to something. “We’re going to the kitchen.”

- you do a limpia on him. He’s just relaxed to your touch. you understand he’s going to think it’s weird but he doesn’t. He finds it fascinating. when you rub the egg on his body.

- when you crack it into the clear class of water . You noticed what he had. You knew it was evil eye. “Mhm. Always. they’re from your previous job.” you rolled your eyes and disposed of the egg.

-“so now what?”

-“that’s it. How do you feel.”

“So much better thank you mom amour!!!”” He kisses you passionately

“What does it mean seeing a blue butterfly ?”

“ a new cauldron for my witch of my life!!”

-“ did you like the crystals I found!?-“

-“ you smell so good.”

-“ what’s my card of the day?”

-“ is the moon full tonight merolineee!! I want to make a meal for releasing past grudges.”

“Some mugwort for you and your divination.”

-“marigolds for day of the dead.”

-“ does your saint want a cigarette?”

“Have the spirits had their refreshments!?”

“Please keep my all blue safe. healthy and well.”

- If you’re a devotee to La señora Guadalupe he’s going to give her roses, cookies and water. And some wine. he’ll offer her something light and clean. He’ll go all out for her (I feel like he’s more familiar with her, than other ones)

- he switches out La Virgens space in your altar. Because you know how you can’t organize it.

-sanjis really organized surprisingly.

-he’ll buy you a necklace and bracelet of her. (Already cleansed and charged)

- she answered his prayers multiple times actually. “You’re going to be okay. mijo. Just breathe.”

- If you’re a devotee to La Santisma Muerte (like me lmao) he’ll light a cigarette and puff the smoke on her statues, place a box of them on her altar. Alcohol is a MUST. apples.

-she knows sanjis true intentions sometimes she talks to him in his dreams. (He’s a Pisces and Pisces have very vivid dreams)

- sanji will buy you a necklace for Santisma and take it to get blessed by the nearest shaman or devotee wherever island is possible.

- one time santisma told sanji “stretch your legs pendejo! you’re gonna get Charlie horse if you don’t do that shit!” She’ll wack him with her scythe.

-WATER SHE REALLY LIKES WATER. He always

sex magick now that’s another story.

- He’s in for it surprisingly

-the aftercare is legendary. because you know it works. he’ll be more obedient to you and nice to you.

- overall Sanji with a brujita s/o is like a dream come true to him. You got him wrapped around your finger

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Ok well if you’re gonna CUM at me like that😳…

The boys and Chrystas favorite position✨ and what is a dirty little secret they have?👀 (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mj~💕

OoooO folks we got a love letter from MJ, this is a treat... 😏🩷

I believe I gave a vague answer to something like this in this post a while back... But who's stopping me from going into more detail? 👁👁

David: Cowgirl

❤️David doesn't seem the type, but the man is a secret enjoyer of anything that involves his pretty on top of him.

❤️He loves the way she puts on such a show for him when she's riding his length, the way her face is all blessed out and he doesn't even have to do anything but sit back and have a smoke to get her moaning his name.

❤️But don't think just cause he's decided to let her handle things she's in charge... 👀

❤️David is a power bottom to a T. 🙏 He loves his Chrissie, but he's gonna make it a lot harder for her than it would be if she didn't beg to have his dick in her.

❤️He's grabbing her hair to keep her down, or slapping her thigh and pinching her tummy hard enough to leave marks. Sometime he bucks his hips to hear cry.

❤️"What? Don't slow down now, you wanted it in the first place."

Dirty secret 🤫 David sometimes rambles when he's pussy-drunk... Emphasis on 'sometimes.' It's rare, but when he does it's either super silly and kind of sweet, or un-comprehensible slurred mumbles and mutters under his breath. No he will not tell you what he was saying. Don't ask, it won't end well.

Dwayne: Missionary

💚Dwayne is a passionate lover, and he likes things to be more intimate when he's closer to his mates rather than some rando lured in to eat.

💚But just cause he's passionate doesn't mean he isn't gonna be soft. His passion is rough, it's deep, breaking, it hurts. It leaves a mark.

💚But he's healing the pain his body gives with sweet nothings whispered into her ear, large soft hands holding her in place so she even stays under him with his slow and hard ruts.

💚He loves how he can keep her under him like that for hours, her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. He feels like in some way he's protecting her, sheilding her from a night that wants to hurt her and leave her in heartache.

💚Sometimes he has his hands intertwined with her own, feeling her squeeze them a few times before he quels her pains with kisses and soft whispers.

💚"Just look, baby... Look how good your taking me... I promise it'll feel good in a minute. Such a good girl."

Dirty secret 🤫 Dwayne, as much as he wants his girl to feel good... He loves putting her tears. The way her big eyes get all glossy and fat tears stream down her face while she whimpers 'it's too big...' Makes him just feral.

Marko: Doggy

🧡Marko likes taking his angel from behind, usually cause its the position they end up in after he chases her to get dicked down by him-

🧡He won't admit it, but being able to have her in such a way where he feels almost predatory stirs something in him. Feeling her weak and exhausted little pants after he's ripped off all her clothes and she's finally give in after a night of running around playing cat and mouse... He loves it.

🧡His head buried into the back of her neck as he slurrs either some of the foulest, dirtiest things in Italian... Or he's just rambling complete nonsense while pussy-drunk... Also in Italian.

🧡He can feel her back heave with heavy breaths large enough it's enough to lift him just a bit, or he holds her hips steady when she moves to much.

🧡He also likes how he doesn't even need to see her face to know she's a wreck. Her muffled whines and moans into the ground meneath her is enough for him to keep railing her into a senseless haze.

🧡"Look how pretty you are like this, Belladonna... All fuckin' wet n' hot... You like it when fold ya like a play-boy toy and fuck you silly, don't ya?"

Dirty secret 🤫 He's the sweetest thing afterwards. He's cuddling all up close, maybe still laying atop her, his front to her back, laying on her stomach still, his chin atop her head while watching her read or catch her breath. He's whispering how good she was, and how well she handled him... And he's looking for a little praise in return, making sure he treated his angel-face good enough. 🥺

Paul: Riding... Literally

🩷I suppose this can count as David, but Paul goes crazy for sex on his bike. Specifically riding/cowgirl.

🩷He likes the thrill of it- especially if she agrees to let him drive around while doing so. He's popping wheelies or jerking/swerving to make her squeal.

🩷Sometimes hell just let the vibrations of his motor to the work while he cruises, but sometimes he'll shift enough to rut or buck his hips- excusing it my saying he 'just had to get comfortable' so she doesn't scold him for not keeping his attention on the road.

🩷Sometimes he'll whine about having to pull over so he can cum or fuck her enough he can't take it anymore.

🩷It's even worse when he whispers dirty things to her while their in public... Like the boardwalk, all while he's balls deep in her, just to earn a slap to his chest and a pout all the while she's soaking wet on his member.

🩷"Oh come on, don't give me the pout dime-peice! Don't even hide how your pussy is just dripping for me right now..."

Dirty secret 🤫 He doesn't mind it when Chrysta decides to be a little rough on him. Making him whine or beg when she tells him he has to wait to fuck her till their back at the cave, or when her hands are around his throat, giving it a few squeezes when his eyes leave the road for even a split second... He's a sucker for it.

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