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fornasedensgudar · 2 months
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Vulla/Fulla/Volla.
Sister of the high goddess Frigga and the closest member of her court of Disir. In Friggas sacred hall of Fensalarna.
Her name may mean "of great abundance" or "overflowing abundance" or "complete"
Her name can point to her being associated with wealth and fertility.
The maiden Fulla can be seen as a Goddess of secrets and tressures. Seense Its she who guards Friggas belongings and her secrets, most of so the tressure cheast of secrets. Like her husband, Frigga knows all things, maybe some even that not even her husband know of, but Volla knows, and speak nothing of them.
This makes her a goddess of great power but a rather calme and orderly one, who act with thougt.
To her you can turn, to remain secrets hidden and things of great worth be safe.
When Odin and Frigga made a bet if a king was good or not, Frigga sent Fulla out to warn the King that a dangerus wizard was to come, wich lead to Odin being captures beetween two great fires.
When Nanna and Baldur died and went to Hel they also made sure to seend gift to Frigga and Fulla.
These myths point to that she was a goddess of importance and likely played a part in lost myths before the writings of Snorri.
But in the art and in tressures and secrest, her name still is alive and well and her place amung the Disir still stands fast and clear.
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straight from alexia's mouth after being questioned about her renewal:
"Oh man. I can only tell you that everyone knows what Barça is for me, my dream, and I think I don't have anything else to say. I am very commited to the team, the project, and it's not necessary to say anything else."
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HUMANS ARE SPACE ORCS: TREAT OF EXTERMINATION
Alien: sorry to interrup... whatever you're doing... but what exactly are "mosquitoes"?
Human: *stops trying to lick elbow* you mean mosquitoes? Oh those are a species of insects with an itchy bite that suck your blood when you are distracted
Alien: wait WHAT? you mean that there is a creature that would suck the blood out of you?!
Human: yea i don't think there is human that has never been bitten by one
Alien: you mean that having your blood, the fluid that keeps you alive, sucked by an insect is a COMPLITELY COMMON experience for a human?!
Human: pretty much
Alien: how do you survive that? From what i understoad humans die if they lose too much blood
Human: that's true, but mosquitoes are actualy really small and take an insignificant amount of blood, what is really annoying is that their bite is itchy
Alien: oh, that doesn't seam like that much of a pro-
Human: but you could also get infected with a likely fatal parasite
Alien: WHAT?!
Human: yea they carry some real nasty parasites, that's why them and parasites kill so many peoples in less developed countries.
Alien: wait so are you telling me that a single minuscle insect that can suck your blood whitout you noticing can infect you with a mortal parasite or illness?!
Humans: they also shit and piss on your skin witch further irritates the bite.
Alien: That's terribles! Humans had to deal with this for hundreds of generations?!
Humans: yea but over the years we found ways to cure most of the viruses they carry but the parasites are still a problem so we found a more permanent solution
Alien: oh that's inspiring, you humans usualy ignore this kind of problem after you resolve the bigger issue, what did you do? Perhaps did you ingeneer the human race to be less desirable to those creatures? Or, or you made a special repellent with a 100% rate of success? Or a special vaccine that creates a special film around your body to protect you from the bit-
Human: we exterminated them
Alien: i should have expected that
Human: at least we tried, but then we realized that would impact the ecosistem greatly so we are just back to spraying them to death whenever we get bitten
Alien: That's... That's weirdly considerated for your species standard... im gonna hope you did the same with the parasites
Human: oh no those one are basicaly extinct
Alien: normaly i would be bafled about how you made an entire species go extinct but from what i understoad those species where hazard to human health so i understand the decision this time
Human: nah i can assure you we did this only becouse they where annoying and painfull to deal with, health hazards or not.
Alien: ok so you decided to punish an entire species with total extinction just becouse they where annoying your population?!
Human: don't be silly we just eradicated the 3 main species that attack humans, also we constantly deal with creatures that we put under treat of extinction, that's kinda what we do with things we consider "ugly" or "annoying" like most bugs or small animals
Alien: *becomes the alien version of pale from fear* thank you for your time... *goes away to warn the galaxy of the human habit of extermination creatures*
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ray-sunnyday · 4 months
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I love how some of the concepts/storyline in Boboiboy sound so out-of-pocket without context, like:
“Oh, aliens are invading Earth in search for a rare and powerful energy source? What is it? Cocoa beans.”
“Ah that eccentric superhero lookalike? Yeah he’s a video game character. Yeah he just lives here now. He’s also a math teacher.”
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electrictorch · 1 year
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My boy
jealous!reader × edmund pevensie for @emotionallyattachedteen's request
You like boys. But you don't like other girls hovering around your boy.
During the last couple of years in Narnia, King Edmund the Just had grown so much -- he became stronger, wiser, more clever with words. When you first followed him and his siblings into the wardrobe, you also were a child yourself. You argued with Edmund, looked up to Susan, and even had a tiny crush on Peter.
But none of you were children anymore. You were all maturing. Now even Lucy was taller, growing in kindness, intelligence and beauty everyday. Your relationships were changing as well, and now you and Edmund had something. Or at least that's what you thought, before this princess stepped in.
She had long, auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she laughed with so much grace that you had to focus on any other sound not to let her charm you. She had eyelashes long as hell, and a pretty face too pretty to be real. She sat next to Edmund the first dinner, and, had you not been crowned by Aslan, years ago, along with the Pevensies, you would have thought of yourself as unworthy of interfering in their conversation.
No fair, you thought. Now he won't look at me anymore.
After that night, you stuck your eyes on Edmund as if trying to tell if he was thinking about that princess or not. But the worst of all was the third night, when you hosted a humble dance in honor of your guests. She requested the first dance with him, and also had her second with the High King. When the third dance started and you saw her fleeting so gracefully around your boy, you couldn't take it anymore.
You ran to the nearest balcony to take some fresh air. Under the moonlight, the sea on the horizon, this was the perfect spot to cry all night long. But you had to eventually come back. You breathed in. Breathed out. Breath in. Breath out.
He is not your boy, you reminded yourself. He is a King. He has as much freedom as you do.
After a few tears, you heard footsteps approaching and dried your cheeks. Breath in. Breath out.
'y/n?' Edmund. Your boy, though he didn't seem to know it. 'Are you OK?'
You nodded. The breeze felt too cold on your face. The sea did not care for you -- it went back and forth as usual. That was how things should be, perhaps. You could not tame the waters even if you tried and cared so much for it. People could not belong to you until they gave themselves to you, like the seas to the moon above them.
'Why aren't you at the dance?'
'I... needed some fresh air.' He was getting closer, until he leaned on the railing, next to you, and turned to you. You had to look away. 'Why aren't you at the dance? You were having so much fun.'
He would not turn his face. 'I noticed you weren't there. Why did you run like that?'
Oh, he saw it.
Wait -- he saw it...
'I... needed some fresh air,' you insisted. He saw me leaving?
'Come on, y/n, I know you. You like parties and dances. You like having guests. You wouldn't run away from you duties.'
Oh, he sees it. You turned your head slightly to look at him. His dark hair shone under the moonlight -- squints of silver in accord to his crown and clothes. His eyes were persistent, reaching out to you, to learn what happened from your own eyes. His lips pressed in worry. Whether or not he wanted something with you, he seemed sincerely interested in hearing you.
'You were dancing with the princess,' you risked in a hushed voice. You thought of nothing else to say. Could you blame him? Could you get angry at him? You had no right to.
'Oh...' he let the thought sink in as you drew circles with your fingers on the railing. 'Is that what was bothering you? But...'
'Sorry,' you said, fearing you would say something that could make you sound even more ridiculous. 'I... I really need the fresh air. I don't want to steal you away from -- from our guests.'
'y/n,' he said. 'y/n, look at me.'
You slowly lifted your eyes to his. Now it was only the two of you, under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. There were so many things you would have liked to tell him, but would it be of any use?
'y/n, may I have this dance?' He couldn't contain a smile.
Well, that was not what you were expecting. You released a small snuffle and accepted the hand he extended with a reverence. He put his other hand behind your waist. You rested your other hand on his shoulder. And you both danced under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. He looked gorgeous. Breath in. Breath out.
'Edmund,' you dared to say. 'I'm sorry I was jealous. I, I just thought...' you hoped he would interrupt you, but he let you finish, his dark eyes patient and welcoming. '...I thought we had something. I like you, Edmund.'
He looked down and smiled, then up to you again. You thought you felt his grip tightening around your waist and on your hand as you two swung to your own rythm. His eyes shimmered. His lips curved. Breath in. Breath out.
'I like you too, y/n.'
You danced around a little more. Breath in, breath out.
'Does that mean we have something?' you asked.
'We do.' He smiled.
You thought of the waves below the balcony, trying to reach for the moon, giving themselves to it. 'Call me yours, then, if you let me call you my boy.'
'Your boy? I like the sound of that.'
You, too. The sound of the sea drowned the need for words. The moonlight rained down on your hearts, poured to each other, beating for the other, behind the silly smiles of you and your boy.
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friendbreakfast · 6 months
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absolutely enraptured by characters that look and act the most serious of the main character team but also are the weirdos of the team. like they say and do the strangest, weirdest things with a totally straight face. if its a videogame with sprites, their sprite never changes into silly faces even when they say the silliest things ever, etc
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John Williams – Across the Years Festival, April 1, 2023.
Photographer: Sakari Manninen.
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whumpeteerscrankli · 5 days
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Scientist Whumper has been working on his greatest achievement, a superhuman, for years. Initially, he had no reason for creating and enhancing Whumpee, aside from the usual “Research purposes” that motivated most of his other experiments.
Imagine how ecstatic he is to hear that a high-ranking government official is in need of protection. Imagine how pleased he is to be granted the opportunity to finally give Whumpee a purpose.
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single-eutanasia · 3 months
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It will all stop hurting soon... (Dr Mark Fry x Reader One shot)
Warning tags: Mentions and despictions of panic attack, and manipulation.
Based on this:
https://www.tumblr.com/single-eutanasia/738908491839848448 lovely illustration by @pant-eater Hope y'all like it <3
Every day, was a good day if you put enough effort into it. Attitude is the best thing you can do to make a bad day into a bearable one. You knew this, many times you had to put your gloomy feelings aside, only to keep tackling the day, only to do better at, what in time, will be accomplishing your dreams.
But today was not one of those days, not even a single ray of sun could enter your mind, no matter how much you wrote it, or how much you heard it from your lips. The agonizing not on your throat was starting to make it difficult to breathe. “Please, not this again” You mumbled. The campus was full of people, whose voices whipped your brain like a fairground drum, making your whole body have that pain, hurting in this peculiar way weakened your bones, making it difficult to keep your balance. 
You don’t really know how you fought off overstimulation, but you made it into the hall that collided with the faculty of medicine. 
Why were you like this? Why can’t you just be happy about studying your dream career? You got what you wanted, what you longed wished for, still, you couldn’t help but want to run away from here, to be in your room, in the safety of that house that had seen you grow up. 
Everything was harsh here, people, teachers, subjects, homework, adulthood was kicking your spirit, killing it slowly, and you seriously didn’t know what else to do. The static started to ring inside your ears, that agonizing pain, which pressed on your chest until it prevented air from passing through, had returned. So long victorious, so many weeks without having felt it... and now it returned as the eternal reminder that you had no control over your body, nor your mind.
“Oh dear..” a soft surprised voice interrupted the static on your eardrums. 
“You don’t look good, at all! Here, let me help '' The figure came to you like a flash of light, was it…? The funny little walk, that spluttery and worried voice was familiar to your mind… Could it be?
“Here, here! Have a seat darling, you look, ahem, tired! Ahaha!” Oh, that chuckle. Yeah, it was definitely him.
Extrangely, his siciant and colorful voice always made your heart recover its calm rhythm. You were in luck, usually he gave you the medication you so much needed, and other doctors denied you; even though you hated to be dependent of some pills, but whatever it takes to make you feel better. 
Dr Fry was fresh air in a world of full of serious and unkind people, who only cared about themselves, he was always so full of joy and good vibes you couldn’t help but to be around him whenever he was at the uni. Deep down, you wanted that, he swelled with comfort and calmness, he smelled like sweet fresh autumn air, and was willing to talk to you about anything it haunted your mind. 
His single presence was enough to put you on earth again, thank god, because you genuinely thought you wouldn’t get out of this one.
“(y/n), friend, these episodes of yours are getting out of hand, aren’t they? They’re more and more frequent each time, tell me, what is triggering them?” He knew you weren’t going to answer, but keeping the words flowing was always a good way of distracting you.
The sound of flipping pages were heard, and his words were more clean now to your brain. 
“What a Jammy fella you are I found you before anyone else” Without having to look at him, you knew he was smiling. He was relieved you were safe and sound on his hands. “Let me serve you something for the nerves all right?”
Once you drank what he gave you, probably chai if you recall the smell correctly, your hands ceased the trembling.
A few more words were put in the air by the doctor, he was throwing suggestions about something you couldn’t put together, but finally, like a leap of faith, you looked at his face, and almost went blind. His beautiful brown skin glowed with the rays of sunshine coming from the windows, those eyes, oh, those soul melting yellow eyes blew your nerves away, like syrup running down all over your previous swollen chest… And his smile, sweet and sometimes silly, made you feel gobsmacked. 
“Let me see, ah yeah! Here it is! Let me show you-”
A cold shock was sent to the doctor’s back, when he turned, your arms were around his whole figure, hugging firmly, as if your life depended on the fact that you could not stop feeling him. His whole body tensed up, these shows of affection were not common between you both, and still, it feels so right, a comforting mist embraced his heart, filling his chest with pride.
“Oh pumpkin…” There it was again, that sickly sweet sensation he always craved when he was with you. The power he had over your weak soul was everything and beyond for him. The obsession on making you feel better, to make it stop… He knew you didn’t deserve to feel like this, everyone else maybe, but not you.
Heavy sobs and tears started to run down your cheeks, wetting the doctor’s gown, you let it all out as you allowed yourself, it was pain, at the same time was like letting go of a huge and heavy rock you heart had; he was aware, delightfully pleased by the fact he was your safe space, the only one for you…
“There there, my love, let it all out…” He caressed your back, now facing your trembling body. Rubbing circles always seemed to calm your sorrows, to ease your tensions. 
“Don’t worry my dear, sh sh, I’ll make it better for you.” His eyes drifted to his left hand, the green collar looked back at him, he knew it wasn’t the ideal solution, but wasn’t it? if this could make you feel better, take all your sorrows away… He moistened his lips, just a little test and all those gloomy clouds would go away…
“It will stop all hurting soon…” He said, sending shivers down your spine, but calming them in the instant with a kiss on top of your head.
You were going to be alright, after all, you could trust him… You must trust him.
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thrifthi · 3 months
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i missed out on simblr gratitude day???
i havent been on simblr for very long but ive seen so many creators and simblrs who are just so inspiring and amazing. i just want to say that i genuinely love and appreciate what you guys put out there, whether you are cc creators, storytellers, or you just spin pretty pixel people around in cas and post pics of them standing prettily (me fr)
also it's been around a month but ive already reached almost 200 followers?? this community is so supportive of each other, and im honestly super proud to be a part of it. thank you to everyone who interacted with my posts, especially my mutuals, you guys are the best 🫶 thank you for making me feel loved and involved in this community
yeah im not really good at writing so im just gonna tag some amazing people here
@servegrilledcheese @diwns @its-adrienpastel @folkbreeze @forest-void @d4isywhims @sweetbeagaming @kingfakey @ktysh @castawavy @literalite @softerhaze @mireusims @primdaisy @gunthermunch @sojutrait @hekpacubo @gxxxyo @verthu @mandy-sims @sunivaa @dyoreos @squea @clumsyalienn @buttertrait @justmeeeeeks @thebramblewood @trippisimmies @mmonetsims @joyoussims @lonvely and SO MANY MORE <3
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lilyythsworld · 8 days
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-« In my deepest moments I uses to tell myself that even tho I don’t believe in myself,someone might do so I am,in a certain way helping them to go through life, but when this person died I understood that she was the one keeping me on stage….. »
James Fleamont Potter to his therapist about Regulus Arcturus Black
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fornasedensgudar · 2 months
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Höner/Hönir/Hœnir/Honir or how ever you spell it, is a mysterius god indeed.
Asir god of the kults rites and festive times, god of birds and most of them the stork. Hes Life giver and he who walks on the muddy lands between.
Hes rather passive and full of a mysterius nature. Hes described as tall, with long legs. Fitting sense hes also called "the fast asir". All tho hes said to be also build rather big but still handsome. All tho by some called the most timid and easy scared of the gods. Rarely chosing the sword. Maybe thats for his favor sense he is fated to survive Ragnarök.
Hes name may be related to the the old german hehōniaz and the old Greek cognate κύκνος 'swan' and Sanskrit शकुन (śakuna) 'bird of omen', this support that Hœnir was connected with the stork. This is strengthen with his epithets "langifótr" (Long-legs) and "aurkonungr" (mud-king).
Hönir, One of the first, one of the old gods. He who some say walked the beach ones and gave reason, energi and viability to humans.
Hes a wanderer who went on manny adventures with Odin and Loki in the early days of the world, before asgards great walls was built.
In Loka Táttur, Odin him and Loki try to save a young lad from a giant, Odin turn the boy in to a grain but fails, then Hönir summons great swans and turn the boy in to a feather on the swans head, but failes to hide him, leaving it to Loki to save him, but thats a story for a nother time.
After the asir and vanir war, he and Mimir was seent to Vanaheim as a prisoner of war, ambassador and king. All tho when the Vanir noticed hes wisdom was laking and indecisive when ever Mimir was not with him they killed Mimir and cut of his head, that Odin later brought back to life. What happend to Hönir after that is unknown, perhaps he stayed in Vanaheim, or returned to Asagard or perhaps he went back to wondering the muddy beaches again.
Who knows, but as the birds return for spring, i cant help but to think about this great god of mysterys.
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anantaru · 11 months
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hello everybody, my sweet readers of the anantaru village 🩷👼🏼
today is the one year anniversary of this blog and I just wanted to tell you all; thank you so much, i feel like i do not say it often enough but i will never get over all the support you are giving me.
there is so many of you here. thank you.
i have never thought that this blog would grow up to be this huge and i appreciate you all so much, thank you for building this blog with me and making it a huge safe-space for genshin content and overall a safe-space for everyone. thank you for reading my work, taking your time to go through it and sending me asks afterwards, giving me feedback, thank you for entertaining me and talking to me, it is brightening my day up by a ten fold. 💕
i have planned to do a writing event which you guys get to choose what i write (will post it in the following days) + match-ups (which will also be posted in the following days) i just don't want to throw everything all at once at you guys, it was important to me to type this out first and properly thank you all. 🩷
again, i love you, lets celebrate this day and cheers! 🥂 to the following years of this blog. je t'aime pour toujours et a jamais, tu me rends tellement heureux 💕
— yoru, your ceo of heizou 👼🏼🩷
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kaizoku-gary · 2 years
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For your eyes only
Pairing: Buggy x female reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 2490
Warnings/Tags: dom/sub play, masturbation, teasing, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, Buggy putting his DF to good use.
Summary: Buggy wants you to pull a little show for him.
A/N: "His penis can fly too." Eiichiro Oda.
Read it on AO3
Cover: credits to the author.
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It is high noon. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the blazing midday sun is cooking everyone on deck alive. Being the lookout on such a hot day would be torture if you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.
"Oi! Y/N! Are you up there? The captain wants to see you...now!" Galdino's voice rises effortlessly above the lively sound of the men working on deck. There's a hint of discomfort in his tone, but you ignore it; climbing down with considerable expertise. 
"~ On my way ~" You reply in a sing-songy tone, jumping down the ropes when you're sure the height won't break your legs. The man throws an unamused look at you and you chuckle teasingly before leaving.
"Right before lunch. I swear to God..." You hear Galdino mumble between his teeth as you hurry to the captain's cabin, unable to hide your excitement.
You've been dating Buggy long enough to know the meaning behind his urgency. If he'd only wanted to talk or spend some time with you, he'd come to you personally. Unless he's got something else in mind. Something way more fun than just having a chat.
You reach his door and remain still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm you down. Your heart races with expectation after you announce your presence with a distinctive knock on the door. Buggy's voice coming from the other side puts an end to your nervous fidgeting and you step into the room.
"How can I help you, captain?" You coo, closing the door behind you and walking towards his desk. All the while letting your eyes wander on his features.
The room may not be as hot as the surface, but it is warm enough for Buggy to be wearing a tight tank top. His strong arms and broad chest instantly catch your attention and you bite your lower lip as you ogle him. I hope you bend me over that desk and fuck me blind. You think as you wait for an answer.
"Take off your clothes," Buggy commands in a rough tone without taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.
From the way he writes on his logbook -almost like stabbing its thick pages- you can tell he's dealing with a lot of stress. The captain is a time bomb about to explode and you're happy to find yourself inside the blast radius, even if that means you won't be able to sit or walk properly for a couple of hours. Maybe days if you're lucky enough.
"As you wish, captain," you reply, noticing your core already throbbing with anticipation. Following his orders, you step out of your shoes and slowly pull your shirt up, revealing a collection of hickeys scattered across your torso. Some of them -the recent ones- have a dark purple tone, others are barely visible.
"Flashy," Buggy says in a deep voice, admiring his masterpiece. The beautiful sight of your abused skin distracts him from his work, and he is eager to mark you further in case you dare to forget to whom you belong.
Buggy's greedy hands float towards you. The tips of his fingers trail the bruises on your ribs, before traveling to your belly. You squirm under his light but electrifying touch and the temperature of your body raises, making your ears go red. His hands wander to your back and a needy whimper scapes you when he firmly grabs your buttocks. There is nothing but lust in his dazzling blue eyes and you tremble knowing what awaits you.
“Go on,” He commands, giving your butt one last squeeze before letting go of you.
Unbuttoning your shorts is not an easy task when you're desperately aroused and sweat makes your fingers slippery. But you manage to unzip them and pull them down in a slow movement before kicking them away. Your thighs are also covered in marks and Buggy grunts at the sight, leaning back on his chair with a devilish grin on his face.
Without wasting time, you unhook your bra and free your soft breasts; eliciting a pleased hum from your captain. His predatory gaze is setting your skin ablaze and your whole body aches for him. You are impatient to feel his weight on top of you, and hear his low groans as he sinks into your soaked slit.
"Play with them, pet,” Buggy demands in a deep velvety tone, bringing you back to the present. The captain licks his lips as he places a hand around your neck, letting his thumb ghost over your pulse.
Your fingers tease the underside of your breasts and you close your eyes to let the delicate sensation engulf you. Sweet quiet sighs leave your mouth as you cup your breast and rub the palm of your hand against your hardened peaks. Your body begs for more and you indulge in pinching your sensitive nipples, moaning at the intoxicating sensation.
"On the bed. Now,” Buggy orders, giving your cheek a gentle pat. His pants have grown uncomfortably tight and he wonders how long will he resist his own hunger.
You climb on the mattress to rest your back against the pillows, while he moves his chair in front of the bed. The bulge in his pants catches your attention and your mouth waters. Fuck me now, Buggy. You think, rubbing your thighs together for a little friction.
"Let me see that sweet pussy of yours," Buggy hisses and you buck your hips to the sound of his voice. I'll let you do whatever you want to this pussy. You think, considering all the delicious possibilities.
In a single swift movement, you get rid of your soaked panties, and the piece of fabric meets the rest of your clothes on the floor. The pounding in your chest intensifies when you notice the weight of the captain's gaze on you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and you spread your legs, finally exposing your wet folds to him.
"Touch yourself," Buggy demands, leaning back to enjoy the show. "Imagine my hard cock teasing your wet little cunt," he adds, letting out a low grunt while he leisurely strokes his clothed erection. His deep dark voice and the lewd way he looks at you are driving you insane.
Letting lust take full control over your body, you open your legs further; giving yourself more room to play. Your hand ghosts over your lower belly until the tip of your fingers reach your nub. You let your head fall back, closing your eyes as quiet moans leave your mouth. Your digits move in a slow circular motion and the intoxicating sensation makes your toes curl.
"B-Buggy... Please" you pant a few moments later as you increase the rhythm of your fingers. Your whole being is begging for him to come and fuck you into the mattress. To use your body as he pleases until you pass out from sheer pleasure.
“What is it, pet? Need a hand?” Buggy teases, letting out a breathy chuckle when you moan an affirmative answer.
With your eyes still shut, you don't notice his hand floating towards you until two fingers push smoothly inside your throbbing entrance. The sudden but welcomed intrusion makes you choke a moan and you open your eyes to meet Buggy's mischievous gaze. The captain teases you g-spot and you lose the ability to form coherent words.
“So fucking naughty” Buggy whispers when you begin rubbing your clit desperately, seeking for that sweet release. "I love it when you're nothing but a horny mess, my treasure," he adds increasing the tempo and you scream his name.
Buggy's fingers undulate inside you, hitting that sweet spot, again and again, while you moan and curse aloud. The tension between your legs becomes unbearable and when he adds a third finger, you go over the limit.
"Fuck... Buggy~" you cry out his name as the climax overcomes you in warm violent waves; making your muscles spasm involuntary as your juices spill on the sheets, leaving a wet spot on the bed.
"So tasty," Buggy growls, looking at you with lecherous eyes as he licks his fingers clean. "Are you ready for another round, pet?" He teases, unzipping his pants to free his rock-hard erection. A clear stream of pre-cum drips down his shaft and you lick your lips.
"Yes, captain,” you plead, using your fingers to spread your folds open; inviting him to lose himself in you.
"Not yet, my treasure," Buggy chuckles, detaching his member. "I want you to play with it as you do with your toys," he says with a predatory tone, moving to the edge of the seat to rest his forearms on his thighs. The crimson blush on your cheeks and the nervous way you avoid his gaze let him know this isn't the first time something like that crosses your mind.
You wrap your hand around Buggy's erection and something primitive and wild possesses you. A long drawn-out moan scapes you when you bring its velvety tip to one of your nipples, coating it with pre-cum as you tap its head on your oversensitive skin. From the noises coming from Buggy, you can tell he's having a hard time controlling himself.
“Fuck, pet,” Buggy pants, closing his eyes to relish the enticing sensation as he groans deeply. "Should I go over there and work that dripping pussy open?"
"Yes, captain... Please," you beg, letting go of him; wishing he would join you at last.
"Open your eyes," Buggy commands, and you do as told.
Locking his gaze with yours, the captain takes off his hat. His silky blue hair falls over his shoulders and he ties it in a loose ponytail, perfectly aware of the effect it causes on you. The muscles in his torso contract and stretch as he leisurely takes off his clothes, and you mewl, eager to run your hands down his well-built body. His skin is also covered with bruises and bite marks... Just in case he dares to forget to whom he belongs.
Buggy climbs on the bed to place himself between your legs and you hold your breath. His intense blue eyes are full of animalistic desire and he holds your gaze while entering you slowly; allowing you to savor the feeling of his girth stretching your walls.
You moan wrapping your legs around his waist to take him even deeper. His mouth finds your neck and you melt under his body when he begins sucking on your skin. Later you'll be proudly wearing his new mark.
The world around you disappears as your bodies heatedly press together, crashing like ocean waves. His length sinks over and over into your heat and all you do is moan his name like a prayer; clinging to him as if you were going to float away otherwise.
"Fuck. You're so wet," Buggy breathes against your collarbone, making your walls clench around him. 
You tug lightly at his hair, guiding him to your mouth until your lips meet in a hungry kiss. His taste is strong and intoxicating, and you sigh happily under his spell; welcoming him as he deepens the kiss and pounds harder into you, setting an agonizing pace.
"Oh, Buggy,” you moan, digging your nails into his back; leaving red trails on his skin as he continues to massage your walls so delightfully.
"You feel so fucking good, my treasure" the captain groans, pounding harder into you. Pleased at the way your warmth engulfs him so perfectly. 
"Turn around," Buggy orders, suddenly slipping out of you and sitting on his heels. You follow his command without a second thought, lifting your hips for him.
Buggy takes a moment to admire your dripping slit. Your folds are swollen and he teases them with the tip of his fingers, making you whimper against the pillows. He knows your body is aching for him and his chest puffs with pride seeing you so desperate.
"Are you ready, pet?" Buggy teases in a dark tone, positioning himself against your entrance before giving your butt a firm slap. "Let's see how loud you can scream my name," he concludes, digging his nails into your hips as he sinks into you.
"Fuck, Buggy," you cry out as the captain slams his hips against yours. The wet obscene sound of your squelching juices mixes with his low growls, making your core throb.
"You take it so well, my treasure," Buggy growls against your ear before pulling your hair; forcing you to arch your back. The sharp pain in your scalp combined with Buggy's merciless thrusts feels like heaven.
"Come on my cock, pet," Buggy growls, letting go of your hair to hold your hips in place as he uses his remaining energy to bring you over the edge.
The fire burning inside you finally grows beyond your control and your body combusts in an explosion of ecstasy. You squirt for a second time and your mind goes completely blank. Your body floats in a sea of bliss and time seems to stop.
Seconds after, Buggy sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his thrusts become more and more erratic; letting out a muffled growl when his own release takes over, spilling himself inside your pulsating walls.
"Fucking flashy,” Buggy pants in your ear as his body spams against yours, and you chuckle. 
With eyes closed and a soft smile on your face, you lay prone on the bed. Exhausted and sore, but extremely happy. Buggy drops next to you with the same foolish expression you're wearing.
"Was I helpful, my captain?” you tease once you get back your breath. Reaching out to stroke Buggy's chest.
“Fuck yes, you were, baby,” Buggy replies letting out a breathy laugh as he runs his fingers over your arm. "Are you alright?" He says rolling on his side to look at you. His fingers grace over the new bite mark he left on your shoulder.
"I am," you reply moving closer to kiss him softly, letting your fingers play with his hair.
"Are you hungry, baby” Buggy asks, breaking the kiss and staring lovingly into your eyes.
"I’m starving,” you reply sitting on the bed.
"Hey, you out there! I know you can hear me! Your captain and the love of his life need food! NOW!" Buggy yells and you cover your ears, shaking your head as you chuckle.
"What?” Buggy asks as "Right away, captain" can be heard from outside.
"Nothing... What do you think we can do in five minutes?” You ask jokingly, leaning down to kiss him again.
"Change the sheets and then... cuddle?” Buggy replies and you laugh.
"I love you, Buggs,” You say, standing up to search for clean bedclothes.
"Who doesn't?” he replies jokingly.
"Idiot,” you chuckle, throwing a pillow at him.
"I love you, too." He replies blowing you a kiss.
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z-1-wolfe · 14 days
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One head canon. Only one I swear.
But hear me out, when Heaven chooses exterminators, it is with a purpose. They pick the protectors, those who spent their lives defending those they loved. The ones who would take the beating to ensure that the people around them could smile. It only makes sense for these "protectors" to end up in Adam's militant force as exterminators. From protectors on Earth to the protectors of Heaven, preventing Hell's uprising.
I like to think Vaggie was the oldest. The title of the oldest daughter does come with its responsibilities. You need to be able to navigate conflicts between your parents, you have to make sure your younger siblings are ready for school and are enjoying life, you need to know when to speak out and when to be quiet. Vaggie was her siblings' protector, she shielded them from the blows, the harm.
She made sure her parents would never raise their voice at them, and if they did, she would lash out in defense. That's part of the reason why she is so explosive, if all the attention is on her it takes harm away from the people she loves. So, it was no surprise when Vaggie died that she would become an exterminator. She loves deeply and she calls out things that are wrong. Unfortunately, that is also what led to her downfall.
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thev01dd · 1 year
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and now thinking of regency aus etc i just got assaulted with an idea (and idk if anyone has already done this or not)
prince Steve being betrothed to princess Nancy since he was 11 or 12 years old, but they only start interacting in person when he's 15 and he falls head over heels for her, since he already had this whole idea of being a better King than his father (and a better father than his father), being faithful, having a lot of kids and loving his Queen until he died.
and then a few days before their marriage at the ripe age of 16 ('cause you know, they had to marry as quick as possible for kingdoms to stay in peace or some shit) Princess Nancy gets drunk and calls him bullshit, calls their relationship bullshit and it breaks Steve heart since it wasn't bullshit to him, he really loved her, but after that he has no desire to go forward with the marriage since he wasn't willing to marry someone who didn't love him back
so with his heart broken and the clothes on his back he runs away, he grabs a horse from the royal stable and fucking books it, doesn't care where he is going, doesn't pay attention to were he's going, he just wants to get far away from the castle, from the kingdom and from the life that maybe wasn't completely his own.
and along the way he meets the kids and Eddie (and maybe Eddie could be a creature? a witch? or maybe just some guy that turns Steve's world upsidedown and shows him what real love is 😔)
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