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pandoraslxna · 4 months

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❄️ Kinkmas — 04. By the fire ❄️

Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: teasing, slight dom/sub dynamics

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Neteyam art by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

⋆｡° ✮ Translation: tanhì = star, bioluminescent freckle

Neteyam sits in his usual place by the fire, sunk deep in the task of weaving what seemed to be a fishing net of sorts.

His brows are furrowed in concentration as he loops a thin cord between skilled fingers, tying knot after knot to make the pattern complete. The rest of the marui pod was quiet.

Outside, snow fell in brilliant flurries, melting into nothings and fusing into one with the great wide ocean.

You watched him in peaceful silence for a while, as the logs crackled and snapped in the hearth. A warm glow illuminates his features and lights up even the faintest stripes that were otherwise barely visible on his dark blue skin. It made the muscles on his arms and abs more prominent, too, you realized, swallowing the salvia that pooled in your mouth at the sight.

"You know it's impolite to stare a man down", Neteyam mused as he pulled the cord tight, not looking up at you as he spoke. The sound of his voice ultimately snapped you out of your thoughts, yet you couldn’t ignore the effect this view had on you.

"Hmh, I know", you spoke softly, shrugging your shoulders in a way of playful innocence. It made his lips curve into a knowing smile.

You wanted him, and even though you had no idea how exactly he did it, Neteyam always knew it as well. In the past it had been such a struggle to keep yourself from pulling your mate straight away into bed, but tonight, oh tonight, you just needed him. You needed him here and now, needed him in the worst way possible.

There wasn't any graceful way of saying it and worse, there wasn't any way you could stop him from taking entirely too much satisfaction in you needing him.

With your desire trumping everything else, you gracefully made your way across the room, where you stood before him and waited. If you had been more bold, the cord in his hand would be on the other side of the room and the fishing net tossed aside, but alas, you had patience enough for him to find a stopping point. After setting them both aside, Neteyam leaned back on his palms, and finally looked up at you. His eyes were focused on your own, glimmering in the flickering firelight.

"What is it, hm?", he questioned, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth, one of his eyebrows raised as he waited for an explanation. You gulped, taking in his form, long and toned, the muscles of his chest flexing so casually as he breathed in and out. A soft chuckle made you glance up at his face just as you had started to zoom out again, making you blush sheepishly.

"C‘mere, tanhì", Neteyam said, offering a hand for you to take. Your loincloth hitched up as you crawled into his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. Warm hands held you steady as you positioned yourself, caressing your waist. Your arms slid neatly around his neck and Neteyam looked up at you, not kissing or sliding his arms under your buttocks and pulling your loincloth up further, not even having the common decency to get aroused. Neteyam just sat there, entirely composed, a look on his face reminiscent of a cat about to swallow up the canary. "Well?" he taunted. "If you want something, you have to talk to me."

For a moment you hesitated, looked down and licked your lips. As your gaze wandered back up, you bit your bottom lip. Neteyam loved when you did that, you knew he did. It was your secret weapon and it worked flawlessly every single time. Well, almost every time. Not now though. There was something so smug in his look, so much enjoyment at making you voice your need. He cocked his head to the side, a few of his braids swaying over his shoulder as a teasing look greeted you. You gave an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes before groaning. "Neteyam, pleaseee", you pleaded, whiny and frustrated over having to work so hard for this.

"Ah, ah, ah. We're not at that part yet", he chuckled. "I think you were about to ask me for something first, hm? Ask me like a good girl. Like maybe…", he thought for a second before continuing in a mocking voice, "Neteyam, I'm so sorry for making you put down your work, but would you please take me to bed and make me scream?"

You couldn’t help but giggle a little, the fireplace warming your back and sending a pleasant flush of heat over your skin. "Oh, you don't have to take me to the bed...", you mumbled sheepishly, hoping you sounded sultry enough to get him to act.

But Neteyam only bowed his head and gazed more deeply into your eyes. It made you tremble with want.

Quietly, you then answered, "I'm very sorry for interrupting your work, Neteyam… but I need you to have your way with me." At that, his grin turned dangerously sharp. The sight of his canine poking out from under his lip, before he licked over them, was absolutely intoxicating. It made you weak at every joint, and sent your mind spiraling. Red embarrassment grows hot in your cheeks as you prodded, "Satisfied?"

Neteyam then wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you closer, "No, not yet, tanhì. But I will be."

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Roses | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> 40’s!Husband!Bucky Barnes x 40’s!Wife!Female!Reader

Summary -> Your Husband comes back from his training at the army and brings you a surprise home. But he isn’t the only one who has a surprise, you have a wonderful surprise for him too.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 1.1k

Request -> @sergeantbarnessdoll I have a Fluff BINGO request for you! Buying Flowers with 40s Bucky🥰 Take your time🩵

A/N -> Thank you for the request and I hope you like what I made with that. I also want to thank @buckyysdoll for your excitement and feedback. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

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You’re doing some laundry while you wait for your husband to come home. He was at the training for the army for a few weeks, and you can’t wait to have him in your arms again. The house is too quiet when he isn’t there, and you can’t cuddle with him at night.

Especially right now when you have the most wonderful surprise for him, you need him cuddling with you all the time. You could have told him already, but you didn’t want to write it in a letter. You wanted to tell him the surprise personally, and you know he will love it.

You two always wanted it, and to finally see the pictures of your little baby inside your body is the most wonderful thing for you right now. Maybe after having Bucky by your side in a few minutes.

When you are finished with the laundry, you hear the door swing open, and your husband walks into your shared house. “Doll? I’m home; where is my sweet girl?” He asks, and you blush immediately when you walk towards him.

Bucky always makes you blush. When you met him for the first time, his first sentence made you blush, even when it was just a flirty “such a gorgeous girl." The smirk on his lips makes you almost melt whenever you look at him, and everyone wants him. So many girls tried to get him, but he always said no. He just wants you, and he has you, his wife and perfect girl.

You look through the door, and when he sees you, his smile widens, and he hides something behind his back. “Hey, James,” you chuckle, knowing he loves it when you call him that. You walk closer, and when you’re just a few inches away from him, he leans closer to capture his lips softly with yours.

“I missed you so much, baby doll,” he whispers against your lips. “I missed you too, but I have a surprise for you,” you say, and his eyes brighten. Just the word surprise is enough for him to turn into a little boy, and he gets so excited that he could jump around.

“I love surprises, but not as much as I love you,” he says excitedly, taking a step back. “But I have a surprise for you too,” he says, showing you the roses he holds in his hand and which he has hidden behind his back.

Your favorite flowers were red roses, and he brought them. They look wonderful, and you can’t help but inhale their smell deeply. Then you look into your boyfriend's steel blue eyes, and you almost forget what you want to say; his eyes look like an ocean of feelings. The water is his love for you, and the waves are his fascination and adoration when he looks at you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and you take the roses to place them in a vase with water. Bucky uses the time to take his jacket off and place his bag to the side. When he follows you into the kitchen, his excitement grows, and his hands find their way to your hips, pressing his body against your back and looking over your shoulder while you place the roses in the vase.

When you finish it, you turn his arms around and face him. His hands are still on your hips, and his lips are just inches away from yours. Your fingers were running softly through his hair; you missed touching it while he was in the army. “What’s the surprise? You can’t let me wait for so long,” he whispers impatiently, and you laugh.

“We have to go to the living room for that. I have something for you, but it’s there,” you say, and he picks you up to carry you into the living room. Your legs are immediately wrapped around his waist, and you lay your head on his shoulder, looking at his beautiful, formed jaw. “You’re beautiful,” you mumble, and you brush your fingers over the stubbles of his beard. It’s soft, but it tickles slightly, and you giggle a bit.

When you reach the living room, he lets you down and walks to the couch to let himself take a seat there. You walk to the shelf and take a few pictures before you walk towards him and sit on his lap, facing him with a wide smirk.

“Ready?” You ask nervously, and Bucky nods. You inhale deeply before you hold the ultrasound pictures in front of his face or more into his face. He chuckles and pulls your hand a few inches away so he can look at the pictures.

Then he is quiet, staring at the pictures, at you, and back at the pictures. You’re nervous, and with every second he just stares at the picture, it gets worse. You always wanted to have kids with the two of you, but what when he isn’t ready yet? Maybe he doesn’t want to have a kid yet. Your hands are sweaty, and you squirm softly in his lap.

“Bucky?” You ask softly, and he immediately looks at you. His lips form into a big smile, and he wraps his arms around you and presses you tight against him. Then he suddenly stands up and spins you two around. “That’s perfect; you’re pregnant; we are going to become parents,” he says excitedly, and when he stops spinning you around, he looks into your eyes.

He often does it, but this time it’s different; it's more intimate and filled with more adoration. “Can I touch it?“ He asks and points to your stomach. You giggle, nodding and following his hand when he reaches down to softly touch your stomach.

You smile when his hand slides over the fabric of his t-shirt, and you wear his clothes often. His smile grows when he feels the little bulge in your belly, and within a minute, he kneels in front of you, shoving the fabric of the shirt up to reveal your stomach.

“Hey, little one,” he says softly, kissing your skin. Your fingers are in his hair, and you look at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “I’m your daddy, and I can’t wait to hold you in my arms,” he adds, and you feel your tears burning in your eyes. He is the cutest man you know, and to see him talking to your little one in your stomach makes him even more adorable.

Bucky stands up and captures your face with his hands. “Thank you so much for everything. For being my beautiful wife and for making me a daddy of the most wonderful little one, this is definitely the best surprise. I love you so much, doll,” he whispers, wiping the tears of joy from your cheeks. “I love you too, Bucky,” you mumble and lean closer to press your lips on his.

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onlyyourhallucination · 9 months

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I love your fics. They get me want to grab the popcorn and enjoy it like a well done movie/show. Anyhow, your requests? For the 200 followers? Is it still open? If so! I got a plot idea for you. Okay, imagine this. Reader [female], is a trailblazer on the Astral Express. One of the badass members ofc. They got chemistry building up with Dan Heng and/or pinning hard for each other. BUT, somehow the reader is sent way back to the past... To the before the Sedition of Imbibitor of Lunae / when the High-Cloud Quintet wasn't disbanded. Reader , while trying to hide their origins and where they came from, tries to blend in. They can't change the past but dragged into the High-Cloud group. They also try to hard to distance themselves from Dan Feng, who is somehow attached/attracted to reader. Like he tries to confess... But reader is like trying to let him down gently. Eventually, the reader the reader sent back to the future. They get together finally with Dan Heng. You can add/change whatever you want to this request. Just make it happy ending. If you want to clear things up, jut message me. Thanks!

Past, Present, Love

Pairing : Imbibitor Lunae [ Dan heng ] x Reader

A/n : I am quite not sure if the Danheng you requested is already in his IL form yet, so I'll.. Just write it when he is already in his IL form.

Also thank you for your support! 🩵

Him constantly worrying over small things that happened to you, whenever you got hurt he'll scold you, gently for being reckless.

Him always going with you wherever you go, as long as you're safe and okay, he said.

Everyone know how obvious he is when it comes to his feelings, him doing something outside what he usually do just for you

Him going outside his boundaries for you, so that you can, pay attention to him.

Protective over you. Perhaps, a little bit overprotective for you who haven't even start dating yet.

What are you doing? Why are you not confessing yet?

Have I mention how he is easily flustered around you? For whatever that you do to make him feel embarrassed.

His face may not show it, but the shaky sigh and his tail that sways and hit the floor ever so slightly from the frustration and embarrassment.

Him constantly clearing his throat for no absolute reason is a sign for you that he is beyond flustered.

It was just one of the casual day, sitting on the high class, and fancy red couch in the express while playing with your phone.

Dan heng is in the archives, doing his thing. Like usual, you're getting bored, so you asked for himeko's permission to go visit xianzhou, she raised an eyebrow at the request, but eventually lets you. She was about to ask if she should call for Danheng to company you, because, aeons, he will despise the idea of you going out alone.

But you rejected the offer and wanted to go alone, she was a bit skeptical, but then oblige to your wishes. And so you left the express, alone.

To xianzhou you went, walking around, eventually ended up at scalegorge waterscape, the place where Danheng split the ocean into half. You remember that scene like the back of your hand, he looks majestic when he did so.

You were walking towards the statue, the most appealing to you, slowly approaching it looking up at it.

Dan Feng, huh.

You thought to yourself, your hand slowly reaching out to the statue, but before you could touch it, a bright light suddenly comes out of nowhere, making you instinctively covering your eyes.

Ringing in your ears lasted for a few second, after the ringing is out, you slowly shook your head and open your eyes. Blinking multiple times as you tried to register what just happened,

"I, never seen you around before" a familiar voice rings into your ear, you turned to see a familiar figure. You can't deny that, it's, Danheng. But, something's not right.

The familiar figure stared down at you, rising a brow confusedly at you. You both ended up staring in silence for a good minute, "Can you talk?" He cuts off the silence as he approached you. "Yeah, definitely. Uh, sorry for staring." You apologized, you frowned upon the way he talks.

He talks like he doesn't know you, well is it not obvious from how he said that he never see you before. And the next second another family face appeared, blade? With white hair, you are now getting even more confused.

Until you see Jingyuan that's, rather young.

You're sent to the past, well shit, you cursed under your breath. You definitely have to find a way to go back. To your timeline.

But the day after your encounter with Dan, Feng. He had always been, around you more than you expected him to be.

The more you tried to avoid him, the more times you'll see him around. Him constantly being close to you, and helped you with his gentle touch and healing whenever you got hurt.

"Becareful next time" , "Try not to be reckless, think before taking action" , "Why do I care? Hm, I do not know, It's an instinct I believe."

You don't know what to feel, and everything does not go according to your plan when he dropped subtle hints of him taking interest in you.

"Is there anything you like to do?" , "I bought this for you," .."oh, you, don't want it? ... it's okay."

Aeons, you pray that he stopped doing that, numerous times you tried to reject him. But the way he looked dejected made you feel guilty, the way his eyes lowered in disappointment when you rejected his offers, presents even, so you, accepted a few. Just to ease the guilt, but you know very well that it's useless for him to give things to you.

You can't bring them back to your timeline, you stared down at the simple present he gave you, it's a pair of earrings.

You remember how his face lightens up when you accepted his present, you sighed softly at the memory. You gently graze your finger tips at the esrrings, now you miss him.

Him who? Dan heng. The man that you know, that you love. You wonder if he will look for you, you don't know how long it has been ever since you got sent back to the past.

You accidentally got involved into the high cloud group, it was not the intention to get involved but dan feng. That man is quite stubborn that he unconsciously dragged you into the group.

You silently prayed every night for you to open your eyes not in the room you're currently in, but back to the express or back to the scalegorge waterscape.

. . .

And you did.

Thanks to that same ear ringing, followed with the light that shines bright out of nowhere.

You opened your eyes once again, and instead of staring at the ceiling of the unfamiliar room. You're greeted with the smell of the sea, also open skies.

You slowly rised from the ground, you look next to you, the statue standing tall and soon after you heard footsteps from the distance. The step quickens as you tried to look who's coming over, but before you could process what happened, you're engulfed into someone's arms.

You can feel the person's heart beating so fast, when you registered who the person is, you immediately wrapped your arms around the figure.

Danheng, he' shaking. Trembling in fear? Worry? "Dan h-" "Please. Don't do that again." He cuts you off, he sounded so desperate, his hug tightens around you.

He buried his face at the crook of your neck, his breathing slows down, matching yours. His arms slowly loosen as he took a step back, his teal eyes staring at yours.

He clenched his teeth as he looked away, "Dan heng.." he moved his eyes back towards you. "... I'm sorry" you whispered, his eyes widen slightly. He opened his mouth, but then he closed it again. He then frowned, before he looked at you once more.

Slowly leaning close to you, you instinctively leaned closer too, "I like you" you whispered before both of your lips collided.

The kiss is soft, and gentle. But it feels like he stole your breath away when he pulled away, "..I, kept.. going around, and around" he said in a whisper. "I thought.." he stopped half way as he pull you closer into him by the waist, "... Don't leave without me" he said as he buried his face at the crook of your neck once more.

"I won't, I promise.."

. . .

You were just taking off your coat until you heard something fell out, you frowned and looked down to see a small box that's, rather. Familiar.

"oh my god.." you slowly reached out to it, you hesitantly opened it. And it reveals, the earrings Dan Feng gave you. Your fingers grazed along the lines of the earrings, and the next second you felt a pair of arms around your waist.

"What is that?" A familiar voice appeared right next to your ear, "..A pair of earrings" you replied. You can feel him frowning, "It's not from anyone, don't worry. I, ... bought it because it's, ..pretty." you explained. He hummed softly as he kissed your neck, "..It looks exquisite indeed." He agreed.

You silently thanking aeons for him not asking any further, you slowly turned around and wrapped your arms around him. Kissing his cheeks, you let out a chuckle.

"What?"

"Nothing, I like you Danheng. I love you."

"... I love you too."

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writing-for-marvel · 10 months

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At Your Service (2)

Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Diplomats Daughter!Fem!Reader

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Summary: True to his word, Steve makes up for leaving you high and dry the night before.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, semi public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, panties as a gag, dynamic where Steve is meant to be protecting reader and they catch feelings

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: as the winner of this poll, here is part 2 of my beloved bodyguard!Steve! A big thank you to both @flordeamatista who helped me come up with plot ideas for this second part and to @seitmai who provided the inspiration for me to continue with these two 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You need to stop looking at me like that.”

You actually quite enjoy the desire filled gaze Steve hasn’t been able to break away from you all morning, but the introductory speech for your father you’re giving at tonight’s gala is getting the better of your nerves and any conversation with Steve always seems to lift the weight of the world off your chest, even if it’s only for a fleeting moment you get alone together.

Plus, you’ve been looking for an indirect, yet natural way to bring up the relations performed in his hotel room late last night since you were reunited with your bodyguard this morning.

“Like what?” He smiles at you cheekily in the mirror you’re getting ready in front of and your stomach somersaults in response - he knows exactly how he’s staring at you, but he’s baiting you to say it aloud.

“Like you’ve seen me swallow your cum.”

There’s more affection suspended in his baby blues than simply the carnal lust of having watched you perform the explicit act, but you’re not sure you’re ready to admit the implication of that to express the notion out loud.

Steve merely chuckles in his signature hearty way, that’s dangerously contagious and which makes you fight the corners of your mouth from upturning, not wanting to divulge the effect he has on you.

With those long legs of his, Steve takes a couple of slow, meaningful strides and he’s by your side, right where he belongs, eyes still boring into yours, but with him this close you can now see what you can only describe as a soft familiarity in them which you’ve never noticed before.

“But it was such a beautiful sight, how could I possibly think of anything else when I look at you?” He asks, maintaining eye contact through the mirror with a defiant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that makes you want to kiss him.

You want to tell him that attraction is not one sided, that if he hadn't been tasked with your security and wasn't being paid by your father to keep watch over you every minute of the day, you would have made a move on him much sooner. But a nagging disquiet prickles in your stomach and the words die at the back of your throat.

What if sexual attraction is all he feels? What if you’re misinterpreting these soft glances and his he doesn’t reciprocate the desperate yearning carving a hole in your chest you’ve spent the past month trying to convince yourself isn’t the feeling of falling in love with him?

The thought cracks the barricade you’re attempting to build around your heart, crumbling like an old stone castle wall.

To distract yourself from the uneasy pause in conversation, and the intense stare of those ocean blue eyes you have become accustomed to following your every move, but now feel are appraising your reaction, you break eye contact to locate your mothers locket on the vanity in front of you.

You fiddle with the latch under his gaze, unable to steady your hands sufficiently to exert your fine motor skills, which Steve seems to take notice of as he slowly extracts the delicate chain from your hands and fastens the clasp around your neck. His fingers brush the sensitive skin of the nape of your neck causing the small hairs to stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine. You watch in the mirror as he leans down and places a gentle kiss to where your neck curves into your shoulder, a buoyant, burning desire floats in your chest at the velvety feeling of his soft lips.

“Thank you.” You whisper hoarsely, mentally condemning yourself, you swear ‘thank you’ are the only two words you can say to the man who ensures your protection and unknowingly owns your heart.

Thank you for opening the door for me.

Thank you for protecting me with your life.

Thank you for fucking my throat last night.

You both turn to look at each other in the reflection of the mirror and a smile blooms on his face as soon as your eyes meet each others again.

“You’re welcome.” Steve imitates the low volume of your voice. The thought of his full, plump lips pressed on yours, being held by the two arms that have kept you safe for the past few months, as you were for a brief moment last night, distracts you from the sound of someone opening the door to the dressing room without notice.

“Ma’am, they’re ready for you.” One of the event organisers pokes her head in to hurry you along. Within a blink of an eye Steve has returned to his position by the far wall, standing tall, stoic and poised. The heat drawing up your back at his kiss is the only indication he had moments ago been standing so close.

Less than five minutes later you’re walking beside your father into a grand hall, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the centre of a 40 foot ceiling is complemented by stark white walls embellished with gold trim and framed paintings of major historical moments.

An ambassador from a small European country greets you before you have any further chance to look around. As typical, you’re treated like the naive, young daughter who has grown up so much since they’ve seen you last, even though you’re well into your twenties and hold multiple degrees in political science, economics and global studies.

A pawn in your fathers game.

Look pretty. Smile sweetly. And don’t open your mouth to debate politics which contradict policies he’s looking to implement.

You’re as useful as a decoration.

Steve’s job is to live a couple of steps behind you, but it’s too far. You want him close enough that you can feel body heat radiating from him. You want him next to you so you can reach for his hand. Close enough for him to kiss your neck again like he did in the dressing room.

He’s the one person who never fails to make you feel seen, as if you’re just as important, if not more so, than all the other diplomats and embassy officials in the room. But you suppose that’s just him doing his job, and you shouldn’t misconstrue his lust filled gaze and him being paid to keep you safe with valuing you more than for what you did for him in his bedroom last night.

You sense Steve’s broad presence behind you as you make your way onto the stage, hands uncontrollably shaking and chest tightening as you take in the crowded room of people whose attention is now solely focussed on you.

With a cough clearing the lump forming in your throat, and a quick glance to Steve who’s wearing an encouraging smile, you plaster on your best well rehearsed, feigned grin and begin your speech by telling the tale about how when you were five years old, your father would serenade you to sleep every night, no matter how busy he was or what international incident he was dealing with that day.

Your task is to make him appear as the doting father and formidable diplomat, even if it isn’t the truth. By now, you’ve practised this story enough to recite it word for word.

Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.

Steve offers you his calloused hand as you descend the steps off the stage, as you breathe a sigh of relief your involvement in the evening is over. Goosebumps race up your bare arm at his touch, a reaction Steve seems to take notice of, causing a small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Your stomach flips at being the reason for that smile, even if only in an accidental way.

The buffet table is your usual choice of post at events such as this, especially at the end of the evening when the decadent desserts are served. Your mother did used to say you had a sweet tooth.

You also always sneak a few servings to Steve too, even though he’s not meant to consume any of the food set out for the guests. Having smuggled enough sweets to him during his service, you know his favourites are the rich chocolate brownies and sour lemon meringues.

However, as all eyes in the room turn to your father as he takes over as speaker, rolling off an opening joke you’ve heard too many times to even consider feigning a laugh to, you instead make your way into the adjoining, wide hallway and bracing yourself against a wall.

No matter how many times you stand in front of an audience of that size, it never fails to make you want to throw up the entire contents of your stomach.

“You did a really great job.” Steve comments as he leans against the same wall you’re resting on. His typically stoic, brooding features soften when he gazes at you, the compliment exchanging the nauseated twisting of your stomach with nervous butterflies. “I couldn’t make a speech in front of that many people.”

The distance between you is agonising, he’s close enough that you can see the patterns in his blue irises, but not close enough to touch. Your fingers itch to feel any contact with him as you had the brief pleasure of as you walked off stage, but you refrain from doing so in public for fear of getting caught.

“Thank you.” Is all your brain can come up with to say when your stomach is fluttering at how soft his gaze is, how he seems to genuinely mean the accolade unlike when your father commends you a job well done.

You’ll have to resign yourself to those being the only two words you’ll ever be able to utter in his presence.

Steve’s eyes dart to the bathroom sign across the hallway, and with a smirk on his face, grabs your hand unexpectedly and pulls you towards it. You don’t even have a moment to savour the feel of his large hand engulfing yours, and how your fingers slot perfectly between his for once you’re inside the bathroom his hands move to cup your face and his lips crash onto yours.

Your mind is dizzy as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, rough hands pushing your dress up to find the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the vanity beside the sink, your back pressed against the firm, smooth mirror.

“You’re so cute when you get all shy on me, even though you were gagging on my cock yesterday.” He mumbles as his lips trail down the column of your throat. “Want to finish what we started last night?” You respond with a shy smile and an enthusiastic nod.

Steve pushes the ends of your dress higher to reveal your black, lacy panties and smirks mischievously as he drops to his knees. The sight alone has you dripping.

He presses slow kisses along the inside of your thigh, starting at your knee and progressing higher each time - repayment for the similar, teasing action you subjected him to the night prior.

A whine falls from your lips as he places his next kiss on your covered pussy, humming at the feel of the soaking wet patch that’s formed from just a few kisses. Pulling your panties to the side, he repeats the action, a gasp leaving your lips as a new flood of wetness drips from your core at the sensation.

Steve’s strong hands force your legs to stay open as he dives in, tongue licking between your folds, lapping up your arousal, the taste of which only spurs him on. He starts out like a man starving, fueled by a complete fixation on needing to taste more of you, something he’s been dreaming about for months.

He alternates between suckling on your clit and finding a rhythm of swirling around your core. Just when his patterns become predictable, he changes his angle or position, finding new nerve endings to stimulate you didn’t even realise existed. When he rotates back to his plump lips suctioning around your clit, he unexpectedly slips a thick finger inside you, watching your face intently for your reaction.

“Fuck, Stevie!” You cry, head pulling back and thudding against the mirror, but you’re not concerned with the dull ache when what Steve is doing between your legs has pleasure shivering up your spine and winding tightly in the pit of your stomach.

“Princess, you need to keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone out in the hall hearing.” Steve growls, torturously taking pause for a moment to pull your panties off completely. He circles your lips with his arousal coated finger, before allowing you to suck your sweetness off it. He kisses the remaining fluid from your lips, then, with a smirk, instructs you to open wide and improvises a gag by stuffing your panties in your mouth.

As his lips wrap around your clit again, constellations of stars flash behind your eyes, and the coil in your lower stomach winding ever tighter, ready to snap at any second. You can’t prevent the muffled moan resounding from your lips through the lace material of your panties and your fingers from gripping at Steve’s hair in an effort to ground yourself from floating off on a cloud of bliss.

“So sweet.” He hums, breath warm against your centre, the sound vibrating through your entire body. His tongue darts around your folds, learning which are your most sensitive areas, what motions cause you to keen and ensuring to replicate them.

When his fingers begin to trace your opening, gathering your slick, you know you’re teetering on the edge, pussy clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.

Your earth shattering end comes as soon as he thrusts those two fingers inside you while his lips tug on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thighs clasp around his head and toes curl as your thighs begin to quiver with pleasure surging up your spine, your moans quenched by the garment in your mouth.

Steve doesn’t abate licking up every drop you provide him, even though you're trembling through your prolonged orgasm, his grip on your thighs still bruisingly strong as you continue to mess his hair with your hold.

He smiles triumphantly at your blissed out form when you’re over the other side of your high, the bottom half of his face gleaming with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal.

“Told you I’d make it up to you for leaving last night.” Steve whispers, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, slipping your panties discreetly into his jacket pocket. His smile turns soft as his large hands soothingly rub your bare thighs, squeezing slightly when he notices you enjoying the gesture.

You mentally note to take in how delicious he smells, like warm honey and mixed spices, and how his hot skin feels against your own, sending sparks shooting through you wherever his hands chose to rest, knowing at his usual distance you don’t get to appreciate either of these qualities.

His eyes look at you expectantly, as if he can’t quite find the strength to break away from you and he’s looking at you for any sign you want to push him away. It reminds you of how he looked at you when he asked you to stay in his bed last night, in that way that takes away all your air because of how much fondness is suspended in his eyes, and the words he proclaimed: you mean a lot more to me than just a quick fuck.

“As much as I want to stay here where it’s just you and me…” You reluctantly pose, and your heart squeezes at the look of disappointment which flashes over Steve’s features. “I think we should head back in there before someone starts asking questions.”

Steve steps out of the bathroom first, to look less suspicious, keeping a watchful eye outside while you readjust your dress, fix your hair and touch up your makeup the best you can after having mascara smudge underneath your eyes.

Walking back into the gala side by side, Steve’s fingers fiddle apprehensively with your own, as if to silently ask permission, before slotting perfectly into your hand. You glance up at him to find him already looking at you with that fondness which makes dormant butterflies come to life in your stomach and your cheeks burn as hot as the sun.

He holds on for as long as socially acceptable, while no one can see you, only letting go just prior to making your reappearance in the grand hall, falling into a step behind you, but ensuring to give your hand an affectionate squeeze first.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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I just saw a reel on insta and it inspired me 😌😌

Ok so, imagine you’re a professional photographer. So you do pregnancy shoots, headshots, weddings shoots. Basically the whole shebang.

And you got an upcoming wedding where you were hired to be the main photographer.

At the wedding you’re doing your job taking gorgeous candid pictures of the bride and groom, guests, the buffets etc.

As you do , you don’t notice a particular set of gorgeous ocean blue eyes staring at your from afar.

Bucky is a guest at the wedding and he’s a fallen in love with the wedding photographer, you. And he can stop staring at the way you bite your lip in thought as you click a picture of something you think is picture worthy.

Soon he gets the confidence and walks up to you, “I’m sorry ma’am, but you forgot to take a picture of the most gorgeous thing here in this room.”

You turn and face him, and your like what huh? I didn’t do my job right?

He just smirks and looks at you all smugly, “you didn’t take picture of yourself.”

(It’s so cheesy omg 😭😭😭ikkk, at this point just ignore me babes)

Picture Perfect Beauty » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Photographer!Female Reader

Summary: Everyone’s attention is on the bride and groom, but Bucky’s attention is on the photographer.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of alcohol, flirting, use of pet names

A/N: @amathslutsguidetofandom I was gonna answer this as a regular ask, but you inspired me to write it as a little Drabble🥰 I hope you enjoy what I came up with🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Normally everyone’s attention is on the bride and groom at weddings, but not Bucky’s. His attention is on the beautiful photographer who is on the other side of the room. He watched with a drink in his hand as you took pictures of the bride and groom. He couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Bucky also watched the way you bit your lip as you focused and took pictures. He soon built up enough confidence to talk to you. He drank the rest of his drink before approaching you.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you forgot to take a picture of the most gorgeous thing in this room.” Bucky says in a flirty tone.

You turned around to face him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t take a picture of yourself.” He says with a flirty smirk.

You couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m Bucky. What’s your name, doll?” He introduces himself, holding out his right hand.

“Y/N.” You tell him, shaking his hand.

“That’s a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman like you.” He compliments, making you blush. “Can I get you a drink?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You say with a smile.

You and Bucky spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other. After a couple drinks, you had to get back to taking pictures. You two exchanged numbers before the end of the night.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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0timoshaarts0 · 30 days

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Fallin' into your ocean eyes 🩵

#art #drawing #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #andrew minyard #aftg #andrew #neil josten #Spotify

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captain-hawks · 3 months

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Just for good measure

Megumi + sunscreen + red

-mojogojocasahouse🩵

megumi fushiguro x reader

c: timeskip, fluff, best friends to lovers speed run beach edition, kissing

“Did you really fall asleep?”

You wake to the sound of Megumi’s low, amused voice, the warm exhale of his breath hitting your cheek. Eyes shooting open in alarm, you turn your head sideways, only to immediately regret the decision when you find his face mere inches away from yours. He stares at you expectantly, head tilted slightly to the side in that stupidly endearing way that you’re far more fond of than you have any right to be.

He’s crouched down beneath the beach umbrella, the hot sun overhead washing him in a muted hue of red as the bright rays try to push their way through the fabric. You can hear Yuji and Nobara arguing over something or other out in the waves as you take in the sight of Megumi’s ocean-tousled hair, sand sprinkled generously throughout his dark locks.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you protest, trying to ignore the way your heart fumbles as you meet his gaze. (It’s futile, given the evidence of the book you were reading lying abandoned beside you.)

He chuckles, reaching up to brush a grain of sand from your cheek. “You’re a horrible liar.”

He’s your best friend.

“You’re one to talk.”

He’s your best friend.

Megumi rolls his eyes, though you know the gesture to be fond.

He’s your best friend whose bed you accidentally fell asleep in last night, only to wake up in the middle of the night with your back to his front, your bodies curled around one another with far too much ease.

“I bet you didn’t even make it past the first chapter of that book.”

He’s your best friend who you think about kissing far more than you should.

“I made it to the third chapter, thank you very much.”

He’s your best friend, and the familiar, clean scent of his body wash that you’ve grown so used to is drowned out by the soft smell of coconut left behind by the sunscreen you’d forced into his hands earlier. And something about that anomalous detail makes this moment feel suspended in some liminal space, one where you’re dangerously close to making a bad decision as your traitorous eyes stray to his lips.

Megumi raises an eyebrow, and for a moment you panic that he knows just what you’re thinking about, until he goes to reach for the book, clearly in an effort to fact check your claim.

(You definitely lied.)

Balking, you try to deflect him, grasping his wrist, and then far too many things suddenly happen at once—

A violent gust of wind blows by.

The umbrella shudders, on the verge of taking flight.

You reach for it.

Megumi reaches for it.

The wind hits again from a different angle, tugging the umbrella in another direction.

You try to sit up, Megumi dives sideways.

And as the wind dies down, you find yourselves in a tangle of limbs. Megumi’s on top of you, using one arm to keep the brunt of his weight off of your body, his other hand pressing down into yours in the sand. It’s hard to tell where your legs begin and his end, with the way your ankle is hooked around his calf, his thigh pressing firmly against your own.

He’s your best friend.

He stares down at you, face inches away from your own, and the pages of the book flop open lazily in the remnants of the breeze, the receipt you’d been using as a bookmark now long gone.

“I guess we’ll never know,” you whisper, heart pounding so loud that you’re half certain he’ll hear it over the crashing of the waves and the screeching of the gulls.

Megumi runs on the cool side, something you’ve complained about more than once whenever his bare feet nudge your own while you’re sitting side by side on the couch watching movies. But now, he’s anything but, his sun-baked warmth soaking into every part of you that he’s touching—and at this point, it’s just about everywhere.

The hand that’s atop yours shifts ever so slightly, and yours seems to move of its own accord, pressing upward into his. Slowly, he intertwines your fingers. Coated in sand, the friction of skin on skin is coarse, but you revel in it anyway—the way your hands fit together.

He’s your best—

“I’ll just have to take your word for it, then.”

Your throat feels so dry.

He takes his lower lip between his teeth, a subconscious habit that you find incredibly distracting, though never quite to the extent that you do now in this very moment.

“Megumi.”

“Yeah?”

“What’re you thinking about?”

The beach towel flutters against your foot.

He’s your—

“This morning.”

This morning, when you woke up to find you’d shifted once again in the night, your face nestled on his pillow, noses nearly brushing.

This morning, when you swore you felt the hand that had drifted to your waist in the night curl tighter as you tried to scoot backward in embarrassment.

This morning, when his mouth nearly found yours, scant centimeters left between the demarcation line of your friendship in the hazy light of the rising sun.

He’d almost kissed you, if not for the pounding of a fist on his bedroom door, followed by the eager shout of Yuji’s voice to get ready to leave.

(Leaving you with nothing but the ghost of a kiss left behind by the heat of his lips.)

Something about the way he’s looking at you now makes you feel bold enough to say, “Where were we, again? I’ve been told I’m an unreliable narrator.”

He’s—

He lets out a huff of air through his nostrils, lips curling upward ever so slightly. “My favorite page, I think.”

And this time, even with the incoming sounds of Yuji and Nobara loudly bounding across the sand in your direction, there’s no hesitation in the way Megumi finally closes the gap and kisses you, hand cradling your jaw with tender familiarity as his lips purposefully slot against yours.

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sxturdaysun · 2 months

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"i sleep better in your bed"

↪ ship: ocean eyes / saturday ↪ content: ~990 words. written with a prompt from here. nauseatingly soft <3

i wrote this last february and i still think about it and start crying every day. i love him i love him i love him

it was rare that she woke up before him.

yet when her eyes fluttered open, his were still shut.

from where she lay, held close to his chest, she could feel the soft and steady rhythm of his heart; the even cadence of his breathing. he was still deep in sleep, his face still and peaceful.

pretty, was the first word that came to mind.

for a moment, all she did was watch him, her eyes softening as they traced over his features; as the sunlight slipping in through her blinds shone softly on his skin. a faint smile ghosted across her lips; and with a careful hand, she reached up to brush his hair out of his face.

he stirred, but just slightly — just enough to make her hand momentarily draw back; just enough to make her hold her breath. when he settled back down, shifting his head against her pillow and tightening his hold on her, she let her arm drape loosely over his neck; let her fingertips gently thread through his hair.

perfect, was the second word that came to mind.

she lost track of how long she laid there, with her fingers tangled softly in his hair and her eyes transfixed on his sleeping features. long enough that the sun shifted its position outside her window; long enough that her own eyes had begun to slip shut again, the sleep she had just come out of creeping back into the corners of her mind.

another gentle movement made her eyes sleepily open once more; and when they did, they were met with his — bleary and just barely opened; only enough that she could see the color in them. the same ghost of a smile returned to her lips as she gazed up at him, affection seeping gently into her expression.

"morning." her voice was quiet when she spoke — little more than a whisper meant solely for his ears. "i didn't wake you up, did i?"

he blinked slowly — once, then twice — before making a small motion like he was shaking his head. "no, you didn't." sleep colored his voice; left it lower and rougher than normal, her heart skipping a soft beat at the sound. leaning down to her — languidly, as if he were still half asleep — he pressed his lips to her forehead; let them linger there as he murmured a soft, "...good morning, dear."

an inaudible giggle bubbled up in her chest, the soft smile on her lips pulling itself a little wider. "are you still tired?" she didn't really need to ask, but the question came out anyway — soft and gentle, her tone filled with nothing other than endearment. "we can go back to sleep if you want."

a pause followed her offer; she felt his mouth open slightly and then close once more. finally, his voice hit her ears again — this time, with the smallest hint of hesitation hidden amongst its sleepy tone. "...would that be alright with you?"

green eyes softened further; gentle fingers brushed through the strands of his hair again, her fingertips just barely ghosting across the nape of his neck. "of course it would be." carefully, so as to not jar him, she shifted her position slightly; and once she had settled again, her back against her pillows, she nudged him forward to her with a soft, "c'mere."

with no resistance, he leaned his body into hers, arms wrapping themselves back around her waist and his face nuzzling comfortably into the crook of her neck. when her own arms looped gently around him, her fingers taking up their previous position in his hair, a long, content sigh escaped his nose against her neck; beneath her touch, she felt the muscles of his shoulders relax.

cute, floated up from somewhere in the back of her mind.

"you're not normally this groggy." she didn't mean anything by it when she murmured the words to him, her fingers threading through his hair in a steady rhythm. it was nothing more than an observation — on the rare occasion that he woke up after her, he wasn't usually falling back asleep so soon afterwards; if anything, it was normally her that was in his position. "were you really tired last night?"

a hum hit her skin; sent a soft tingle throughout her body. "not particularly." he shifted a little closer to her; in response to the movement, her free hand pulled the blanket higher up over them. "...i just sleep better in your bed."

her eyes blinked softly, something like surprise flickering through her irises. a moment later, the surprise faded and gave way to something significantly softer, a faint shade of pink dusting across her cheeks. "...you do?"

"mhm." the sound came out as little more than a relaxed exhale. his face nuzzled softly against the crook of her neck, sleepily mumbled words gently hitting her ears. "...it smells like you. and..." a kiss was pressed onto her skin; lingered, just like the first one. "...you're in it."

distantly, she wondered if he could feel the way her heart skipped a beat.

in any other circumstance, she probably would have teased him — called him cheesy or corny or just cute — to hide how the inside of her chest had grown warm and how her lips were turning upward into a smile again. but in this one, she simply let it be — let the happiness seep into her veins and gently fill the rest of her body with its golden glow. her fingers stalled in his hair; her head turned itself just enough to leave a loving kiss on his temple.

"i'm glad," she murmured into his hair, her eyes slipping softly shut. as if his tiredness was contagious — or maybe just because she was so at peace — sleep started creeping in from the corners of her mind again. "...i sleep better with you in my bed, too."

i wish you would sleep in it every night.

♡ taglist: @strawberrisoulmate / @space-sweetheart / @destinyknotz / @dmclr

#♡ — writing #♡ — ok to rb #i don't have anything new to post (yet) but consider this something of an anniversary post <3 #specialest boy ever in the whole world i wanna hold him so soft n gentle forever n ever n ever <3 #🩵 ocean eyes #(decided to use the taglist just for this one bc it's a favorite 🩵)

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link-sans-specs · 6 months

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Good morning, Blue-tiful. 🥰

GMM2486

How Does This Product Work? (Game)

#gmm #gmm 2486 #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #link avec specs #ocean blues #new haircut #the mullet is still mullet-ing #scruffy daddy #poor pouty bb #attacked by a graham cracker box #tongue of the cobra #my goodness #his eyes are breathtaking #blue-tiful boy #🩵🩵🩵#my edit

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: cockwarming, voyeurism

⋆｡° ✮ adult Neteyam and Ao’nung art was made by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

⋆｡° ✮ Translations: tawtute = human, sky person

"Comfortable?" Neteyam asks, half teasing and half honest concern.

He strokes his hands up your thighs, resting them on your hips, squeezing slightly.

"That’s a word for it", you huff, panting lightly behind your mask. There’s tension in your words, but not pain. Definitely not pain. This is something else.

Every shift Neteyam makes draws a quiet, soft moan from your lips, and you have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from making too much noise. Calming yourself with deep, even breaths, you allow your eyes to drift elsewhere.

You try to ignore the people around you equally the same way you try to put your whole focus on them, everything to blend out the feeling of being split apart by Neteyams thick cock.

He sits heavy in your lower abdomen, and you feel hot and full. He’s stretching your gummy walls as far as they can go to adjust to his ridiculous size.

Never before have you cursed the na‘vi’s clothing as much as you did in this moment. They’re skimpy, short and thin, the loincloths easy to pull aside and rearrange so nobody saw the way Neteyam lowered you onto his throbbing length and then kept you there, unmoving for hours on end.

In front of you, the metkayina were dancing around the fireplace, loud music was played while others ate and drank the night away, celebrating for whatever reason. You couldn’t remember, couldn’t focus enough to remember.

After a while, Neteyam jerks you out of your reverie by placing his chin onto your shoulder and whispering lowly, "Look who’s watching."

You follow his line of sight, to the opposite end of the gathering. Through the flames of the fire, your eyes met half lidded, ocean blue ones.

Ao’nung has a scowl on his face as he stares right back at you, and it sends a physical shiver down your spine. Subconsciously, you clench around the cock resting inside of you, squirming in his lap, which in return makes Neteyam grunt. He seems rather amused by the fact that Ao’nung’s watching, not at all possessive like he usually was when it came to his favorite little human, so he makes it a show to drag his tongue over your pulse point in a long, broad stroke, leaving a wet trail on your skin behind.

Still, Ao’nung watches. He shifts in his seat in what looked like a change of position, as if his own loincloth was growing significantly tighter by the second.

"I need water", you swallow dryly, cheeks burning up in red hot embarrassment.

"Oh, do you?" Neteyam grins, and you know by the mischievous tone in his voice that you probably shouldn’t have bought this up. "Then get it."

It’s right there, on the flat wooden surface that almost looks like a small table, just out of your reach.

"I– I can’t", you whisper. "The people, they’re going to… they will see."

"No they won’t. Most of them are drunk anyways, nobody‘s paying attention to us", Neteyam chuckles. "And the only one who is, already looks like he knows what’s going on."

You suck a breath in through your teeth as you ready yourself to move, glancing around to find everyone too busy in their own little conversations to even look at the foreign demon sitting in Neteyams lap.

It’s a tortuously slow drag as you pull up, snatching the drink right in front of you and quickly sinking back down. Neteyam groans, hands going tight on your hips, while you bite back a whimper.

It takes you several minutes to collect your breathing this time, while Neteyam forces his hands to loosen so your hips won’t be bruised later.

Before you can even lift up your mask to take a sip of water, your eyes fall on the now empty seat across the fire.

"Enjoyed the show?", Neteyam suddenly chirps, grinning wide and sharp toothed, just as you register the tall figure standing only mere inches next to the two of you.

You had to crane your neck all the way up to even look at his face, where the scowl had turned into a sly grin.

"We need to talk", he says, and even though his eyes are entirely fixed on yours, you’re sure he’s talking to Neteyam. That must be the case, because said omatikaya then chuckles, "Why don’t you take a seat? Sit with us."

Ao’nungs grin turns into something more dangerous, and his next words make your breath hitch in your throat as he sits down on the log to your left, his hand coming to rest on your upper thigh.

"Actually, I was hoping your tawtute could take a seat... and sit with me."

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escha-evenstar · 6 months

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As Incessantly As The Rain

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: It was storming outside. You were alone and afraid inside your room in Ramshackle Dorm, but Azul comes to your rescue!

Word Count: 700+

Notes:

Established relationship.

Azul calls you "sweetheart" and "darling".

A/N:

It was raining outside and although I like the rain, there was thunder and lightning. It kind of scared me, to be honest. Thankfully, the thunder wasn't too loud and continuous. If it was, I would have cried TT So, I decided to divert my attention and write this! Comfort fic with Azul!! 🩵🌧️

Drip. Drip. Drop.

The skies were dark as droplets of water splattered against the glass windows in your room. It was raining heavily outside. Usually, you'd find the rain to be quite serene and liked to sit by the window. Maybe you'd read a book. Or maybe sing a few songs. Or maybe just listen to the calming sounds of the rain.

But not for today.

"Aahhh!!" You shriek in fright as covered your ears from the booming sound of thunder. Tears continued to fall out from the corners of your eyes.

You saw a white flash from your peripheral vision and quickly shut your eyes, anticipating another crash of thunder. A loud noise could be heard as the door burst open and you let out another scream. A set of footsteps hurriedly approached your hunched form on the ground. Suddenly, you found yourself wrapped tightly in someone's arms.

Your nose picked up the familiar scent of cologne on his body. Your eyes slowly opened to see strands of gray hair. Your ears catched the sounds of his heavy breathing as he panted, before being replaced by his voice when he spoke.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here."

Tears streamed down on your face continuously like the rain that poured outside.

"Azul.." you whimpered.

You clutched onto his frame and buried your face deeper on his neck as you cried. Azul kept his protective hold on you, brushing your hair gently as he tried to calm you down.

"Shhh~ It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now," he said reassuringly while giving you a kiss on your temple. Azul continued to console you.

Rubbing your back gently, peppering your face with soft kisses, and muttering sweet words of comfort to your ears.

After some time, his efforts were rewarded and your crying came to a halt as you calmed down. He carried you from the ground and laid you down on the bed, tucking you under the covers and giving your forehead another kiss.

"Are you leaving..?" You asked as Azul gazed at your face. You looked like you were about to cry again.

He cupped your cheek and delicately rubbed it with his thumb. "Of course not, darling. I'm just going to change and then I'll join you in bed."

Azul quickly changed into his sleepwear, a spare he left inside your room at Ramshackle Dorm, before laying down beside you. He tucked your head under his chin as he pulled you into his arms and soothingly rubbed your back once more. The rain kept relentlessly pouring outside. The occasional sparks of lightning and cracks of thunder still frightened you, but not as much as before since Azul was now with you.

"...I'm sorry for bothering you," you said.

"You are never a bother to me, darling."

"But there's a storm outside! It's raining heavily and.. there's thunder.. and lightning.. and-"

"And it doesn't matter." He lowered his head to look directly into your eyes. "I'd climb the tallest of mountains, fly the highest of skies, and swim under the deepest of oceans for you."

You could see the complete and utter love and devotion in his blue eyes as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. A walk through the storm is nothing to me if it means making sure you're alright."

His sweet and honest words made you a bit teary-eyed. It also caused your cheeks to blush and your heart to flutter. You immediately leaned closer and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you, Azul. Thank you for being here for me," you whispered with a bashful smile on your face, before snuggling against him.

The storm outside showed no signs of diminishing, but in his warm embrace, in his tender touches, and in his soothing voice that whispered sweet nothings in your ear were you able to find comfort, eventually succumbing to sleep.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you." He pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss before drifting off to sleep, with you safely in his arms and no longer in tears.

Azul will always love you. He will always be there for you.

As incessantly as the rain.

A/N:

Are you also afraid of thunder? If you're reading this, I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think? Hehe~ If you'd like, I also have other works posted here! (insert me covering my face and feeling shy) ><

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vettelinyourarea · 11 months

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oceans and engines - charles leclerc

genre: angst

warning: english is not my first language

word count: 1,090

inspired by oceans and engines by niki

notes: hehe feeling kinda angsty today, i’ve been wanting to write a fict based on oceans and engines for a while so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing it! also, requests are open 🩵

feel free to give me any feedback

Saturday sunset

We're lying on my bed with five hours to go

Fingers entwined and so were our minds

Cryin', "I don't want you to go"

You wiped away your tears

But not fears under the still and clear indigo

You said, "Baby, don't cry, we'll be fine”

You're the one thing I swear I can't outgrow

“Do you really have to go?” you asked, trying your best to not cry. It was a Saturday afternoon, only a few hours before Charles have to fly to the first race of the season. You have been with him since he started his Formula 2 career until now when he’s racing in Formula 1 for the team he has been dreaming about since he was just a child.

“I’m sorry my love, I wish you can go with me too,” he said as he wiped away your tears. You have experienced this before, but still, it doesn’t get easier for you being away from him. But that day feels different, something feels different.

A lot of people said you and Charles are soulmates, and you two believe that, firmly. But these past couple of months haven’t been easy for you two, especially for Charles, and it’s ultimately affecting your relationship. But neither of you wants to address that, the two of you always pretend everything is fine, always pretending that your relationship is perfect.

But the two of you knew since that day, that it’s far from perfect.

My mother said the younger me was a pretending prodigy

Well, nothing then, much has changed

'Cause while you're wolfin' down liquor

My soul, it gets sicker

But I'm stickin' to the screenplay

Gotta say I'm okay, but answer this, babe

“How are you?” he asked from the phone, loud music could be heard and you knew immediately that he was partying, probably with his driver friends. The race weekend just ended, and it was routine for the drivers to end it with partying at a nearby club.

“I’m okay, just doing my assignments,” you said, trying to hide your cry. You can’t lie to yourself anymore, it’s too much for you. The relationship you have with Charles is not the same as before, you knew that deep down, but have only accepted the truth just now.

Being away from Charles is difficult, but you knew that was one of the risks for dating a Formula 1 driver, still, it doesn’t make it any easier. You are happy for him, truly. You are proud of Charles for doing what he loves, but are you doing what you love? Is dating Charles only holding you back?

“You sure, love?” he asked after a few moments, sensing your emotions.

“Yes, you go have fun. I’m okay.”

And just like that, you end the call, leaving Charles confused.

How is it now that somehow you're a strangеr?

You were mine just yеsterday

I pray the block in my airway dissipates

And instead deters your airplane's way

But heaven denied

Destiny decried

Something beautiful died

Too soon

“I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore,” you said to him, not daring to look straight into his eyes. It was one of the most difficult things you have ever done, the other thing was accepting the fact that you can’t be with Charles anymore. Not like this.

“But, why? Did I do something that hurt you?” he asked, trying to hold your hand but you pulled away, hurt is evident in his tone.

It was a sunny day, a rare day off for Charles. It hurts you to tell him this, to end things with him. But it has to be said, it has to be done. For your sake, and for Charles’s. You knew he sensed things are different now since he come back on the last season’s winter break, and you knew he refused to acknowledge it, to accept it.

Being in a relationship from a young age is not easy, but ending it was certainly harder.

“I love you Charles, but things are different now and you know it. We can’t be together anymore,” you said, finally giving up and deciding to look up to him. It was the worst mistake you’ve made. Seeing him like this, red-eyed, tears in his eyes fighting to come out. But you know this is for the best, for you and for him.

You knew the moment he nods his head, something beautiful had died, something in you had shifted.

But I'm letting go

I'm givin' up the ghost

But don't get me wrong

I'll always love you, that's why

I wrote you this very last song

Turns out, trying to move on from him was harder than the breaking up part. You tried and you tried to let him go, but you just can’t. Everything in you is screaming to just forget him, but it is easier said than done. Still being in contact with him certainly doesn’t help, and you knew that. You knew that in order to completely move on from him, you have to cut him out, at least for a while.

“Why can’t you just block him?” your friend asked you. You tried blocking him, you really did, but it was hard. Having spent most of your life with him and now you have to cut him out from your life for a while is not easy.

But one night, your mind is set. You have to let him go and he has to let you go. You have to move on with your life and forget him completely. So, you did it. You block him, but not before leaving him a message. A message that little do you know, makes Charles cry his eyes out.

Thank you for everything Charles, but I’m letting you go, and this is my last message for you. I loved you.

I guess this is where we say goodbye

I know I'll be alright

Someday I'll be fine

But just not tonight

It’s not easy for you. It was never easy to forget someone you grew up with. And it’s okay, you know you don’t have to be alright. You knew this is the best decision you can make. But that doesn’t mean you regret your relationship with him, no, you are thankful for the past 6 years you have with him. You will always cherish the memories you made with him.

You know that you will be fine eventually, but just not tonight.

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barzysunflower · 11 months

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first of all, this is such a creative and fun idea!! could you do a blurb about swimming with dolphins in sydney with andrei svechnikov? 🥹🩵

WELCOME to the first trip of the summer!! I’m so excited for this and I hope you guys love it too 🫶🏼

Let's pretend the weather is actually nice and it's not cold during the summer (as in summer in the northern hemisphere) Also, again, all the Russian was translated using google so lmk if it's wrong.

come along the rest of the trip

📍sydney, australia with andrei svechnikov

"Drei, baby, we're here," you whispered quietly to your sleeping boyfriend as you nudged him. His eyes fluttered open and he sat up straight to stretch.

"Already?"

"You were asleep the whole time." You leaned over to give him a gently kiss and that's when you saw the ocean through the bus window. "I am so excited!"

You and Andrei were currently on vacation in Australia and on todays agenda was swimming with dolphins. They had always been one of your favorite animals so it was safe to say you were extremely excited. The bus for the place left early in the morning, hence why Andrei was asleep. Although you were also tired, you were just too excited to sleep.

Once off the bus, you followed the group to the boat that would take you out into the ocean to swim with the dolphins. On the boat you were able to eat a few snacks and change you clothes, leaving you in your bathing suits.

"Sunscreen, mister." Andrei pouted like a little child, but you stood behind him to lather up his neck and back before did the same for you. "Oh my god! Look!" In front of you, in the distance, a dolphin suddenly jumped out of the water and landed gracefully. Another smaller dolphins followed it and you jumped in excitement. "They're so beautiful!"

"That was pretty awesome." You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you said in between kisses. "Thank you for taking me."

"We haven't even been in the water yet," he chuckled.

"But it has already been worth it. Ah! I'm so happy."

"I'm glad," he replied. "ты такая милая моя любовь." (you're so sweet, my love.)

Then it was time to get the life jackets on and get ready to swim. You squeezed Andrei's hand constantly, needing some sort outlet for your excitement. You watched Andrei get into the water first, ready with his GoPro in one hand to take lots of pictures, and then it was finally your turn. The whole group was attached together by a rope and the instructor led you away from the boat to where a pod of dolphins swam.

The whole experience was magical and everything you've ever dreamed about. Better even since you experienced it with your boyfriend who had just as much of a good time as you. You saw so many dolphins up close and even touched some who dared to come close. You were even able to hold on to one of the dolphins fin and swim for a tiny stretch, which is something you'll never forget.

Unfortunately, the experience had to come to an end eventually, but you relieved it in your head over and over again cuddled up in your towel and Andrei's arms on the boat ride back to the mainland.

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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Could you write Bo x insecure S/O (but like super duper extra fluffy). Idk why but Soft Bo is legit the best and not enough ppl write him like that.

Headcanons or dabbles - anything would be great, I trust that you know best. Anyways, thank you xoxo

Hewos! Hope you like vampires🩵

Bo x plus size fem!y/n

Contains: blood, biting, killing, she/her pronouns used, body shaming (not from Bo), not sure if I like the ending

Welcomed readers: @fluffy-little-demon, @sketchy-rosewitch, @lovely-cryptid

Bo POV:

Bo watched carefully as the new group in town moved through the streets. They were calling out for someone, but wax doesn’t talk back… it never has talked back unless you listen carefully. Still, Bo watched from the shadows in his black suit and tie, his fingers fidgeting with his father’s sun ring. He was busy thinking who was dead, who was art, and who was food.

Then Bo saw her in knee-high jean shorts, bright yellow t-shirt with cute butterflies on it, and a ball cap over her hair. The breeze carried her scent, and it sent shivers down his spine; he found her.

He found his wife.

Reader POV:

As soon as you and your friends entered the House of Wax, a smile crossed formed. Not was the air conditioner running at high to beat the heat, but there was a stair case made out of wax. The art was beautiful and bright, and it was paused in the 70s style.

“Y/n, wait!” You turned your head at Liza. “Look! It’s you!” She and her boyfriend started snickering as she pointed at a pig’s head on the table. “They knew you were coming!”

You hugged yourself as you shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, funny, Liza.” You move farther into the museum and looked at the waxed bookcase. “All of this is made with wax,” you whispered to yourself.

“Bet you wished it was made outta chocolate!” Marty, Liza’s boyfriend, laughed, his friends joining you.

You bit back your tongue and kept looking at the art and pieces. Under you, the floor creaked and cracked.

“Hear that?” One of his friends whispered, making you pause. “Oh, it’s not an earthquake— it’s just y/n walking around!”

Guess we know what broke the camel’s back.

You spun on your heels and hurried towards the door to find that mechanic—

When you opened the door, you bumped into a strong chest and stumbled back. You looked up to see a man dressed all in black with smoothed back from grease, and you could smell smoke and oil over his clothing, but it had a old country boy feeling to it.

He was startled that you were running out as soon as he was about to lay out his words for you in sugar, that was until Liza shouted, “Look out for Rhino!” Then they laughed you out, pushing past him and took off to the car shop.

He looks between your run and at the group. As much as he wanted to rip out all of their throats with his teeth, he decided against it. Instead, he put his fingers in his mouth. His whistle echoed throughout the building, and it silenced the laughter. Their eyes looked at him as he loosened his tie and pulled down his cuffs. His ocean blue eyes shimmered as they faded to a burning fire red, eyes twitching in anger. How dare they say that about you…

His boots echoed as he walked into the room. He turns, closes the door, and locks it. “Vincent!” Bo snapped, jolting the group’s shoulders. He takes off his jacket and throws his tie. His red eyes burned brighter, a snarl leaving him as he watched the group coward away.

As soon as he saw Vincent, he felt his fangs showing. “Now, we don’ take kindly t’folks like yourself.” As he talked, his boots echoed as he walked towards the group. They looked like cowardly sheep by the way the moved closer together. Bo could’ve laughed at the way the bigger one was trying to protect Liza. “Be a shame, though. To waste good food lik’ yer-selfs.”

“You’re-you’re a—“

“Aw, sweetheart,” Bo hummed, his drawl heavy as he and his brother corner the group. “Vampires lik’ us are rare. So… consider you lucky to see us.”

Vincent placed a hand over the mouth of one three men and lifted his mask. Long, pearly fangs showed before his bit down hard on his neck. Bo smiled as their screams echoed.

Let the games begin.

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

You were crying in the church next to the waxed statues in the pews. You found out that they were bodies real fast, but you didn’t seem to care much as your cries echoed around the church. You didn’t know how long were you crying in a ball behind the casket. You heard the whispers and murmurs on the tape reply twice already.

Then you hear the door open and boots clicking towards the casket. “Darlin’?” The man called. “Darlin’? Ya in here?” He didn’t wait for you to answer as he rounds the coffin and finds you curled into your lap crying. He frowns and sits next to you. “Now, why is a beautiful creature like you cryin’?”

“I’m-I’m not beautiful,” you cried. “I’m fat and ugly and-and—“

“An’ t’right size to show some lovin’,” he interrupted, saying those words like it’s a fact.

“You’re just saying that to-to be nice,” you sniffled. “You don’t mean it.”

He chuckles and leans back on his mother’s coffin. “Nah, honey. Can’t lie in front of my mama.” You glanced at him, and your eyes grow wide as you saw his hands and neck covered in dried blood. “Mama didn’t raise a liar,” he drawls. “I swear to ya, honeybee,” he glanced at you and flashed you a smile. His white canine s longer than normal… but you weren’t afraid. “I think ya t’prettiest thin’ I’ve ever seen. Shit, ya put ol’ Ms. Ambrose to shame.”

You laughed at his comment and shook your head. “Bet you charm all the ladies.”

“Yeah, I do,” he answers, “but I reckon I found myself an angel righ’ here.”

You look at him up and down. “Are you… flirting?”

“Am I doin’ good?” He leans forward and looks up at the altar. “I hope ‘m doin’ good.” He looks around and sighs softly. “I bet you saw the people…”

“The waxed graves?” You wiped your eyes. “Yeah. But it doesn’t scare me. I just… just needed to cry. Besides,” you lowered your eyes, “I’m a rhino.” Then you rolled your eyes. “And a southern vampire is going to kill me.”

Bo shook his head and moved to be kneeling in front of you. He took both your hands and said, “Darlin’, what do you want?”

“What—?”

“What do I need to give ya?” Bo asked again. “The stars? Moon? Shit, ‘ll give ya my dead-beating heart! Anythin’ just to see ya smile.”

“How about your name?” You asked, feeling how sticky his hands were from blood.

“Bo,” he said, bringing up your hand and kissed it. “Bo Sinclair.”

“Y/n,” you said, smiling. “I’m y/n.” Then your smile fell. “You going to kill me now?”

He shakes his head. “Be a shame if I did.” He stands and offered you help. “Wanna take you home, sugar. Wanna show you off to every person an’ my brothers. You’re just so damn cute an’ beautiful.”

You looked at him and the blood on his chin. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate as you took his hand. “I’ll treat you so right everyday.”

“Everyday?”

Your hopeful eyes, your voice… Bo is falling apart for you so fast. “I swear to ya, y/n. Now, come on— Vince’s wanna t’meet ya.”

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