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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months

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Hi there! I'm just popping in to say that I looove all of your fics and headcanons for the One Piece men! I'm looking forward to reading more of your ongoing projects as you share them ☺️

Would you consider, in the future, maybe doing a request for headcanons of Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, and Mihawk with a short/petite female reader?

Thank you, and keep up the superb writing!

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First, thank you so much!!! So so happy you're enjoying them, I am honored.

Soo most of my female characters actually are on the shorter/more petite side. I don’t like self-inserting when writing (doesn’t bother me at ALL to read it, I just don’t like writing myself), so they’re about as different from me as possible in appearance, which means short and small.

So I’ve got PLEEEENTY of headcanons for this!!

Short Stuff

NSFW Headcanons

OPLA!Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk x AFAB!Petite!Reader

♫♬Baby Doll — The Fratellis♬♫

Baby doll, do you believe they’ll catch you when you fall,

And when morning comes, the sun is gonna shine?

Sanji

"I've never met anyone sweeter than you in my life, love."

Honestly thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. Just wants to cuddle you forever and protect you from everything.

If you’re self-conscious about your size for any reason he definitely isn’t going to tease you about it; won’t even make mention of it, if that’s what you prefer, but he still absolutely loves it.

Loves to carry you on his back if you have to walk anywhere, you resting your chin or your cheek on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

Honestly so gentle, like he’s afraid of breaking you, you’re just so precious and cute and he doesn’t want to do anything that could ever even potentially hurt you.

Loves even more to carry you like a princess to bed, one arm around your back and his other under your knees, brushing his lips to yours.

Showering you with murmured praises, laying you down gently and kissing every inch of you, trailing his lips across your skin.

Just dying between your thighs while you come over and over again on his tongue.

Zoro

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, midget?”

“Midget” is a term of endearment…though he does use it to get on your nerves just a little because it’s cute seeing someone so small get so annoyed.

Like the top of your head barely comes up to his chin, seriously, what are you going to do about it?

Not being cruel by any means, just light teasing. Just enough to make your cheeks go a little red, to make you purse your lips and shove at him or punch at his arm.

You get too annoyed and he just wraps his hands around your waist and lowers his head down to kiss you, murmur against your lips that you’re just so sexy when you’re pissed off, and goddammit if you don’t forgive him every time.

Loves using you to help with his strength training, e.g. sitting cross-legged on his back while he’s doing push-ups.

Which usually results in him flipping you onto your back and fucking you senseless at some point.

Still counts as endurance training, so win-win.

Shanks

"Come on now, love. You're not short, you're just fun-sized!"

You are his babydoll and you must be protected at all costs. Doesn’t matter if you’re an adept fighter or not, you must be protected at all costs.

You’re just so tiny and fragile and adorable, he literally has no choice.

And he absolutely loves it.

Coming up behind you and resting his chin or his cheek over the crown of your hair, pulling you back against him by your waist because you just fit against him so perfectly.

Or stooping down when you least expect it to catch you around the middle and just carry you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, chuckling at your protest the whole time.

The sight of you straddling him makes him completely feral—your thighs wrapped around him, your hips rolling, your slight form on full display for him to drink in.

Gritting his teeth while you grind against his cock, clenching his hand around your hip to pull you up…and then right back down, groaning as you slowly sink down onto him, slowly filling you inch by inch.

Struggling the entire time to hold himself back, to let you set the pace, you’re so much smaller than him and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but it’s oh so hard no to just seize you by the waist and pound into you.

Loves when you lay across his chest in the serenity of the afterglow, with your head resting against his shoulder, running his fingers through your hair or resting his hand over your ass, brushing his lips to your forehead and your temple and your neck.

Will likely hold you there like that all night if you have no protest over it.

Mihawk

"You're pushing your luck, my little bird."

You brat him and he will literally pick you up and put you up on a high shelf somewhere that you can’t get down from and leave you there until you get your act together.

Probably just sip a glass of wine and smirk while you protest.

Has absolutely no issue using your size against you. It makes you seem all the more like a toy, his little plaything.

It’s something of a power rush, how easy it is to pin you down, how easily he can wrap one hand around both of your wrists and pin them over your head and refuse you the pleasure of touching him while he teases you to the brink of madness.

Pinning you to a wall, shoving his hand down your panties, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time while you beg for more.

It’s so, so easy to control you, to control your pleasure or deny it entirely while he revels in your whimpering and whining and pleading.

So easy to rip away your panties, pick you up by your thighs, pin you against a wall and thrust into you, rail you until you’re breathless and screaming his name.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, his eyes occasionally scanning down your slight form before locking back onto your gaze again.

So easy to carry you to bed after, to revel in your limp and trembling form pressed against his side with your arm across his chest and his tucked under your neck and curled around your back to hold you against him and comb his fingers through your hair.

#opla #one piece #mihawk #shanks #sanji #zoro #opla mihawk #opla shanks #opla sanji #opla zoro #headcanons #one piece headcanons #smut #fluff

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frost-queen · 10 days

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What fire reveals (Reader x Sokka)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic , @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly @denkisclown, @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampthing07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @sweetheartlizzie07

Summary: You are a superb fighter that doesn't need saving, yet that doesn't stop Sokka from wanting to protect you. Leading to some bickering and arguments. When Kyoshi islands get's invaded, Sokka confesses why he wants to protect you. Leading you to accept it even though his timing could be better.

A flock of birds flew up from the trees. It made you look up, sensing something was up. Sokka noticed that your attention was elsewhere. He moved a bit closer to you, touching your elbow. – “What is it?” – he whispered, still eyeing his sister and Aang a bit. You pulled out tiny knives from your belt as it made Sokka take a step back, blinking wonderous at you. – “They are here.” – you only said, having a sense the fire nation was close.

Having followed you all to Kyoshi island. It appeared no where was save. – “The village.” – Sokka breathed out with worry, looking down. He stumbled back when he saw a blast of fire come in contact with one of the buildings. – “Stay here!” – Sokka ordered getting in motion. He paused seeing you follow him. – “I was talking about you Y/n.” – he said with a quirked up brow.

You puffed loud. – “You can’t stop me.” – you replied annoyed. Sokka groaned frustrated that you wouldn’t listen. – “Go!” – Katara called out. – “I’ll protect Aang. Sokka, take Y/n with you. You’ll need her.” – Katara finished, bossing her brother around. Sokka wanted to contradict that, but seeing that scold of his sister made him groan.

Katara ushered him away as you were already running down the hill. Sokka easily caught up with you, already with his weapon in his hand. – “Stay close.” – he said nearing the village. – “I can’t predict where I will end up!” – you responded as you had no control over it. – “At least try!” – he called out seeing the flames on the roofs. You groaned bothered a way of letting him know you would try your best.

Sokka and you arrived at the village, eyes widening at the havoc. Fire benders going after the villagers. Most of them running away and screaming in agony. Fire benders kicked over baskets and lighting up the houses. A few of them spotted you and Sokka. They slowly walked up to you, hands burning with fire. You tensed your hands around the little knives in your hands. Sokka exhaled anticipating for that first strike that he needed to block.

He swallowed nervously, glancing briefly at you. A blast of fire went your way as you moved your arms up, stopping the fire with the armour around your wrists. You then threw your knives at the soldier, hitting him in both legs. The soldier cried it out, hands trembling over the knives in his legs.

With trembling hands he pulled them out, throwing them annoyed at the ground. Sokka’s eyes widened seeing the rage in his eyes. He tackled you to the ground just as the fire blast flew over your head. Grunting, you rolled with him over the ground. – “Sokka!” – you called out as he laid on top of you. – “Leave the taunting to someone else.” – he made clear. You noticed the same soldier coming closer.

It made you push Sokka off you, jumping up to your feet. He send another fire blast at you, making you dodge it easily. Eyeing the building beside you, you ran over to it. Jumping up to set yourself off the wall, punching your fist on his cheek. The soldier stumbled to the ground as your feet found ground again. Sokka had gotten up punching his weapon in another soldier’s stomach.

Sokka looked over his shoulder to you, seeing you easily tackle a fire bender to the ground. Sokka’s eyes widened again seeing another fire bender approach from the side. – “Y/n!” – he called out wanting to run in for help. With just a brief glance, you threw a little knife at him. It hit him in the shoulder, setting him off guard. You then kicked on a speer that laid over a basket. The speer twirled in the air as you caught it with one hand up.

Swiping the speer across, the soldier got swooped off his feet, falling down. You were about to hit him in the face when a boomerang took you by surprise. The soldier got knocked on his helmet. The helmet moved a bit up as the soldier fell back. The boomerang returned to his owner, making you glare at Sokka. – “I had him!” – you let out annoyed. – “A thank you would be welcome.” – Sokka replied with a sneer.

Puffing loud, you took a run for it, going over to assist a helpless villager. Sokka wanted to go after you but a fire bender stopped him. He punched his weapon against him. Then another one joined as he grabbed Sokka from behind, throwing an arm over his throat. It was briefly as Sokka felt his grip falter on him. Grasping for air, he looked to see the fan return to Suki.

He gave her a nod as Suki nodded back. Sokka had lost his sight on you for a moment, looking around worriedly. He would do anything to protect you. Even though you didn’t really need to. He just felt compelled to do so. His gaze fell on you running over the rooftops, setting yourself off as you jumped. – “Oh come on!” – Sokka blurted out at your boldness as you jumped on a few soldiers that had regrouped.

Exhaling loud, you moved some hair out of your face. – “Hi.” – you casually said within the group. One of them, clearly a figure of authority looked questionable at you. The soldiers around you slowly circling around you to close you in. – “Where is the Avatar?” – he asked, hands behind his back. – “Who?” – you answered dumbfound. Clearly your answer didn’t humour him. – “Seize her!” – he ordered. The soldiers jumped at you, grabbing for your arms for control. You grabbed one by the arm, pulling him around till you made him crash into another one.

There was a grip on your wrist, making you lift your head up with a snap and a soft gasp. Grabbing his wrist as well, you ripped it off, turning around, twirling under his arm as you then kicked him in the back. A soldier grabbed you from behind, locking your arms to your back. – “The Avatar!” – Commander Zhao called out wanting an answer out of you. You smirked. He thought he had the upper hand, but he was wrong. – “The Avatar, where is he girl!” – he grabbed you by the collar raising his fist at you.

You spitted at Commander Zhao as it made him stumble a bit back. Eyes closed in disgust as he wiped your spit off his cheek. Now you had him where you wanted him. Leaning a bit back, you set your feet ready. Your foot swept up ready to hit Commander Zhao in his face when someone came in your vision. Another person blocking your move as you kicked them in the face instead.

Sokka groaned in pain, dropping to the ground. – “Sokka!” – you called out. Sokka tried to get up to his feet as the man behind you, held you tighter in his lock. – “Are you insane?” – you shouted at him for putting you in an even worse position. Sokka got pulled up to his feet, held by a soldier. You saw a thin line of blood under his nose from where you had kicked him. – “I wanted to save you!” – he yelled back at you, ignoring the soldiers around him.

As if they weren’t there. – “I had it under control!” – you answered frustrated at him. – “I didn’t need your saving.” – you made clear. – “I don’t care!” – Sokka shouted back trying to wiggle himself free. – “No matter what, I want to protect you Y/n!” – he said as Commander Zhao interfered. – “Where is the Avatar?” – he wanted to know. – “Get lost!” – Sokka cursed at him for interfering.

He didn’t care at all for him, only you. – “I can fend for my own.” – you told Sokka. – “I know!” – Sokka responded sarcastically. – “I’m sorry am I interrupting your little tea session?” – Zhao said with a mocking undertone, gesturing at the both of you. – “Yes!” – Both Sokka and you yelled at him to shut him up. Zhao gritted his teeth being told off by a bung of teenagers. – “Don’t you understand Y/n, I always want to protect you because I like you!” – Sokka confessed being able to pull himself a bit closer to you.

Your expression softened, smiling back at him. – “Alright protect me.” – you answered as Sokka’s eyes widened a bit. – “You mean right now?” – he whispered to you. You hummed loud. – “You can do it Sokka, save us.” – you replied reassuring. Sokka swallowed nervously. He made an attempt that failed miserably. He got punched in the stomach, doubling over as he coughed loud. – “How much do you like me Sokka?” – you casually asked still being held by the soldier.

“A lot.” – Sokka coughed out trying to stand again. You smiled again. – “Good.” – you whispered stepping on the soldiers foot hard. You then smacked the back of your head against his nose. He stumbled back as the other fire benders got in action. One moved his arm forwards, blasting fire. You ducked down, re-appearing at his side. Grabbing his arm, you punched his armpit.

He winced from the pain as you elbowed him in the face. Zhao wanted to send fire to you as Sokka got up, throwing himself at Zhao. They both stumbled to the ground. Sokka called it out as he punched him against his chest. Zhao puffed out air. Sokka’s eyes widened when Zhao was about to attack him.

You pulled him back by the back of his shirt, letting him fall on his back. You then set your foot on Zhao’s chest before he could rise again. Sokka had gotten up as he looked briefly confused when a fan flew past him. Suki and some Kyoshi warriors came to your aid. Sokka grabbed your hand, pulling you back. You stumbled against his chest, feeling a bit flustered.

The Kyoshi warriors fought the fire benders. One of the warriors bumped against Sokka making him self aware of his surroundings again. Sokka and you turned back to back, fighting off the fire benders. His weapon hit them repeatedly. You were with your back beside Sokka, trying to keep a bender at bay. Sokka’s eyes widened seeing Zhao had risen. His expression angered.

He moved his fist back to release a punch of flames towards you. Sokka gasped taking the fan of Suki who fought on his other side. She furrowed her brows confused at her sudden empty hand. You turned your head. Eyes widening as you saw the fire blast come your way. Then your vision was partly blocked by Sokka. He had come in front of you, swaying the fan aside as it deflected the fire.

He then flicked his wrist, throwing the fan at Zhao. It hit him in the head. The fan bounced off his head as it flung back. Suki catching it. Sokka was panting, turning around to you. You shook your head worriedly approaching him. Grabbing him by his shirt, you pressed your lips against his. Kissing him strong-willed. Once the shock wore off, he positioned him more casual, placing his hands on your hip as he joined your kiss.

“Kiss later, fight more!” – Suki called out interrupting the moment. Sokka and you stopped. He was smiling goofily at you, making you teasingly push his cheek aside. Sokka chuckled flustered. – “Anytime now.” – Suki groaned out trying to break the fire benders grip off her. Sokka and you nodded, joining the fight to defend Kyoshi island from the fire benders.

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venusandsaturnsrings · 3 months

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your ears rang as though a gun had gone off mere inches away. blood drained from your face at the scene, a picturesque version of guts and gore, splattered over the degrading concrete at your feet. it was a mess of limbs, teeth, and still squirming organs blown straight from the body of your best friend, as if they’d been nothing but a piñata. not a sound could leave your mouth past heavy gasps for air that didn’t feel like enough in your lungs, mouth drier than it had ever been before. a sharp whistle cut clean through your thoughts and you eyes snapped up and away from the deep merlot staining the ground, the wine of their dead body. a lithe figure sauntered through the narrow beams of light permeating the depths of the sewer, a man it seemed. cool moonlight bathed his face, lined with crude stitches, in a haunting combination of shadows and joy; he looks pleased.

a subzero fingertip traced your jawline he spoke, “well, that was unusually sloppy for me! seems as though their body expanded too fast, a real shame…” a faux pout danced over his lips before they curved into that same chilling grin, “too bad so sad, as you humans would say. how about you make it up to me? c’mon, let’s play a bit!” your mind spun to keep up with his changing tones and unusual words but you stopped on that one sentence. he was making you make it up to him after he killed your friend? a real psycho, definitely, but in the dank underbelly of the sewers you were in no position to flee and you certainly couldn’t fight against this… monster. he took your silence as an agreement, stepping back a few paces and clapping. “fantastic! superb! we’ll play my choice, okay? if you survive, maybe i’ll let you pick the next game,” he paused to giggle in a way that can only be described as manic, “alright, at the end of this tunnel there’s an exit that takes you back up to the streets. we’re gonna race, and if you win then you’re home free! i’ll help you up without a fuss. but if i win,” you feel sweat drip down the back of your neck, “then you’ll be staying here for the rest of… hm… forever!” he cheers at his own words and sends you a less than charming wink, “i’ll count to let you get a head start but after thirty seconds, i’ll be running too. okay, go!”

and his words more than catch you off guard. after maybe two seconds, his smile widens more than a humans should and you realize that was your cue. turning on shaky knees, you nearly slip and fall in the burgundy pool of blood and intestines in your desperate scramble to start sprinting. feet pounding against the ground, you heave and barley notice the tears now slipping down your face wet and salty as they catch on the corner of your mouth. barely in the distance, you can see where the tunnel ends and where a ladder climbs up to the street. you figure as long as he isn’t world class athlete, and which one would be in the sewers killing people, you’ll make it there first and be safe. that’s before a flash of light zips past your peripherals and stops at the end and you realize of course he picked a game you couldn’t win. perched to dangle upside down from one of the higher rungs, is that disgusting excuse of a being, stitches rippling with his smile. you drop to your knees and his laughter sounds like church bells atoning for a sinner.

“shame! you lost this time, little toy. i still have a prize for you though,” he’s in front of you again, “that being my name; mahito. lock it in your small brain and don’t lose it! you’ll need it in the coming however long it takes for me to get bored of you,” mahito boops your nose with a finger so gentle it shouldn’t belong to him.

“c’mon, let me show you to where you’ll be living from now on,” and you’re hoisted into the air, off to whatever corner he calls home.

#cw: blood mention #cw: just mahito being himself heart eyes #mahito x reader #mahito x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #experimenting… pls give me thoughts and feedback #obsessed with this loser rn #he just wants to play ok :(

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anonymityisfunwriter · 12 days

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The Heir and The Spare - Part 3: "The Heir and The Spare"

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary: Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Heaviest is the head that was always second best.

The Heir and The Spare | Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was at times like these that Steve remembers how new he is to this world, to this society. He was never one for dating back in the 1940's. That was always Bucky's territory. The few dates Steve did have, were usually pity dates arranged by one of the girls vying for a date with Bucky.

He wasn't really sure what overcame him this afternoon. Being so bold, so brazen. That wasn't him.

Actually, he knew exactly what overcame him. He liked you. He couldn't remember the last time a stranger had made his heart flutter like that, made him smile like a schoolboy.

It didn't change that dating was strange for Steve.

He didn't truly know how to do this. That's more than clear to him as he stands in the lobby of Stark Tower, ready promptly at 8, just like you said. His favorite light blue shirt paired with his brown leather jacket. A bouquet of fresh roses in hand.

He's blissfully unaware of how strange this night would get for him as an oversized black SUV pulled up to the door at 8:01.

Steve takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. Happy rounds the car, standing in front of the passenger door with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep grimace etched on his face.

"Happy," Steve nods in greeting.

"Steven."

"Is everything alright?" Steve awkwardly chuckles, he wasn't sure whether he was asking about Happy's clipped tone or the fact that as Happy begrudgingly opens the car door for him, he looks inside to see an empty interior.

"Fantastic. Superb. Stupendous. Couldn't be better," Happy sarcastically replies, slamming the car door behind Steve.

"I take it you're not pleased with me," Steve remarks from the back seat.

"Whatever would give you that impression?" Happy snarks. "Is it because, I don't know, you've completely ruined the itinerary that I spent months putting together? Or is it the fact that I told you to stay out of it - that nothing good would come from putting yourself between those two? Or is it because the very first thing you did was put yourself right in the middle of it?"

Steve offers a tight lipped smile. "I guess that doesn't bode well for asking you to tell me the plans for tonight."

"Look who's finally using that head of theirs."

Happy weaves his way through the streets of Manhattan in silence. The radio off. Not a single pleasantry exchanged. Not even a backward glance. For the entirety of the 30 minute car ride, Steve schools his expression desperately trying to keep the deep seated cringe off of his face.

When the car finally comes to a halt, Steve can hardly see out into the night through the harshly tinted windows. He's half sure that Happy's going to dump him in the middle of nowhere.

The door flings open again. Happy once again stands before Steve with a frown much more intense than his usual grumpiness, and meant specifically for Steve.

He looks around to the damp, dark alley, a scene straight out of a murder mystery. The only thing that keeps him from being entirely convinced that his murder isn't about to occur is the fact that Steve knows Happy. And even that is a hesitant assurance at this point.

An anxious chuckle leaves Steve's lips as he steps into the alley. Happy grips Steve's shoulder as he steps out onto the asphalt. "Don't hurt her."

It's oddly endearing watching Happy be so protective over you. Steve smiles at him, quirking an eyebrow, "Isn't this Tony's job?"

"Don't hurt her," Happy repeats himself. He tips his head at Steve, "Have a good night, Steven."

"Um... Happy?"

A deep sigh rumbles through Happy, Steve can practically hear the eye roll in his tone. "Right through the door, Steve."

"Great."

The night only got more strange from there. He couldn't pinpoint what it was. That Happy dropped him off at the back exit of a restaurant in the middle of Manhattan. That there seemed to be a total of 3 people working in the whole restaurant. Or that the restaurant was entirely empty except for one table in the very back corner.

He found you tucked in the furthest corner of the restaurant. At a table garnished with a candle and two glasses of wine. It's the furthest table away from the doors, away from any windows or prying eyes. It's quiet. Private. Intimate. "Hi."

You smile up at him. "You made it."

He shrugs his shoulders, a light, anxious chuckle falling from his lips, "I don't make a habit of asking out beautiful women and then not showing up."

Your grin grows wide. "I meant that your superhero business might've called you away, but that's also good to know."

"Oh." He rubs the back of his neck, his face burning a bright red. He abruptly sticks out the bouquet of flowers that hang at his side. "I, um, I brought these for you."

"That's very sweet of you. Thank you."

He settles into the chair just across from you, placing the cloth napkin on his lap. "Can I ask you a question?"

"I think you just did."

He playfully rolls his eyes, leaning forward, he rests his elbows on the table, "You knew who I was when you saw me, didn't you?"

"Yes," you confess with a chortle. "I recognized you the moment I saw you. My father talked about you quite a lot from what I remember."

Steve smiles fondly at the memory of the man he knew all those years ago. A man very different than the one Tony often described. He could only imagine what you had to say about Howard. "He was a good man."

"He - he was a complicated man," you hedge. "From what I remember, at least."

"I'm sorry."

It's your turn for a question you wondered about since you first met Steve Rogers. "You had no idea who I was, did you?"

"I -" Steve winces.

"It's alright," you assure him. "I'm not offended. Unlike my brother, I live a more... understated lifestyle. I'm not interested in being splashed all over the front page of every tabloid and magazine."

It's only half the truth. The other half was that you quickly realized the only interest people had in you was comparing you to Tony. It was exhausting never quite living up to him, constantly living in his shadow, under the weight of the comparison to Tony and Howard.

"Hence, the empty restaurant," Steve guesses.

"Exactly." You look around the restaurant. You liked the quiet. You relished in not worrying if anyone was taking your picture. It was nice getting to know Steve without being under a microscope. "Though I will admit there were special efforts made to keep tonight private because of you."

Steve quirks an eyebrow at you. "Is that so?"

"I can only imagine the headlines if people found out that a Stark was on a date with Steve Rogers."

"Does that happen often?"

"No, I do my best to keep myself out of the spotlight."

An embarrassed flush creeps up Steve's face. "I meant - with - with the dates."

A chuckle bubbles out of your mouth as you sip your wine, "Are you asking me about my dating life, Steve?"

He shrugs, "Maybe I want to know if there's competition I should be worried about."

"I focus on my work."

"Your father once said the exact same thing to me."

Nostalgia washes over you. You didn't often get to talk to people who knew him so personally. Let alone people who knew him before the empire. It also doesn't escape you that you're on a date with a man older than your father. At least, he was physically around your age, you reconcile. "You were his friend."

"I was... Is that weird?"

You shrug it off, "I suppose we'll find out."

"I know Tony has some strong opinions about your father, but that truly wasn't the man I knew."

"He treated Tony and I very differently," you hesitantly broach the topic of your father. "We may have had the same father, but the dad we got couldn't have been more different."

"Can I ask? About you and Tony?"

In that moment, Steve swears he sees your guard fly right back up. Your posture stiffens, jaw tightens like you're poising for an attack. There's a bite in your tone that wasn't there seconds ago. "You won't change my mind."

"Who says I want to?"

His quick response throws you off. Most people didn't care to hear your side of the infamous story. Most people were content with the headlines of your parents' death, with the tale of your anguished brother missing his dear sister while she went to the best boarding school in the world while he dutifully undertook the mantle of Stark Industries.

People didn't question the beloved genius that is, and would always be, your brother. You couldn't think of a single time anyone had asked to hear what you thought.

"You'd be the first."

"I'm just curious, I suppose."

"You know what they say about curiosity, don't you?" Steve chuckles but remains silent, insisting that you actually answer his question. You're not really sure what to say. Let alone how much you should say on a first date. "It's complicated."

"Try me," he challenges.

"It wasn't easy for either of us - bearing the weight of the Stark name. By the time I was born, Stark Industries was an empire. I was quite literally born and bred to carry on our father's legacy." Steve leans forward, hanging on every word you say. It makes you nervous and endeared all at once. Even with your extensive media training, all those interviews and public speaking forums, you don't really know what to say. As you momentarily gather your thoughts, he patiently waits for you to continue, "Tony and I have always known our place. The roles we were supposed to play."

"And what role is that?"

"The heir and the spare," you bitterly chuckle. Over the years, you stopped counting how many times you'd been called that. The spare. It was a moniker that your father enjoyed quite a bit. "That's what they would call us. My mother hated it. She always said that I was no one's spare."

"Your mother sounds like a smart woman."

It was the one thing you and Tony would always agree on. "She was. She held us together."

"So what changed? Between you and Tony?"

"They died," you bluntly reply. For a moment, there's a distant look in your eye as you recall the events of that fateful day. Tony didn't even tell you what had happened. He left it all to Jarvis. "It all - it happened so fast. The accident. The funeral. All I knew is one day I was at home, and the next day, Tony was gone, Jarvis is telling me that I'm being shipped off to boarding school."

"He shipped you off to boarding school?" Steve repeats in disbelief.

There's a practiced casual tone in your voice. You've given this excuse to people before, time and time again. For as long as you can remember, there has been a long standing rumor of a Stark sibling feud. One that started when you were 8 years old. One that both you and he took careful consideration to discredit, staged lunches, well timed press photos, calculated leaks from sources close to you.

You've given the same reason to countless people. It's the same reason you give Steve. "What 20 year old wants the responsibility of raising his 8 year old sister?"

"You resent him for that." He calls it out so casually. You can count the number of people you've confided to about this. You stopped simply because people always took his side.

They always made it seem so absurd, that you could resent your brother for sending you away. After all, he went to boarding school too. So what if he didn't bother to wait until you were old enough to understand? So what if he shipped you off and forgot about you?

Your throat tightens. For some reason, you trust Steve Rogers. There's a sense of comfort and warmth that surrounds those ocean blue eyes and boyish grin.

He's the first person that hasn't already taken Tony's side. He's the first person that doesn't jump to defend the heir.

The words spill out of your mouth before you can sanitize the ugly truth. "I didn't just lose my parents that night. I lost him, too."

"So you've never been close?"

"No, it wasn't always like this. I remember it being different, before they died. I remember a time when Tony and I could actually stand to be in a room together for more than five minutes. In spite of all his flaws, Tony was everything a big brother should be. Even 12 years apart, we were inseparable." You lick your lips, exhaling softly, "But then he went off to run Stark Industries, to become the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist that the world knows today. He became the heir."

"From what I've heard, you're incredibly accomplished yourself."

You almost sigh in relief, grateful for the change in subject. You tip your head at him, "You've done your research."

"Is that wrong?" he wonders.

"Happy tells me you're curious," you offer as your response.

"Seems like you did your research, too," Steve grins, leaning closer to you over the table. "What else did Happy tell you?"

"You're technologically inept, still adapting to modern day society, a beacon of morality."

"Is that so?"

A coy smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. "I may have added that last one."

"Well, he's right about the first two," Steve concedes. "What else?"

"He told me about your friendship with Tony."

"Tony is - he's a good man," Steve replies. "A little misguided. A lot of ego."

"Does he know you're here tonight?"

"No. Should he?"

"I think you could answer that question better than I could."

It's a painful truth, but you weren't lying when you said that you didn't know Tony and you hadn't known him for well over 20 years.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry he did that to you." His words are so sincere. Your guard slips lower than it has in years. For the first time in a long time, someone understands, someone sees you. You almost forgot what that felt like. "It couldn't have been easy for you."

You tip your glass towards him. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

He clinks his glass against yours. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

Indeed, heavy is the head that wears the crown, but heaviest is the head that was always second best.

By the end of the night, you've made an uncharacteristically quick judgement on Steve Rogers. You like him. You actually, really like him. You stand in the kitchen's back entrance, chuckling as the date comes to an end. "I know this is a bit unconventional."

Steve dismissively waves his hand. "Please, ending a date in the back entrance of a restaurant is pretty standard for me."

"Thank you for being so understanding. Trust me when I say that it's in both our best interests that this doesn't make the morning papers."

"Oh, I believe you," Steve laughs. "And, if we're being honest, dating is a little unconventional for me."

You quirk an eyebrow up at him. "Really?"

"I wasn't exactly a hot commodity back in the 40's."

"And now?"

He echoes your words from earlier, "I focus on my work."

"I see."

"Will I get to see you again?" he eagerly asks. It only takes a flash of a hesitant expression on your face for him to backtrack, "Was that too forward? That was too forward, wasn't it?"

You quickly shake your head, eyebrows pulled in, "No. No. It's not that. I just - I'm supposed to go back to LA in three days, Steve."

Steve rubs the back of his neck, "In three days? That's... very soon."

"Though I suppose I could be convinced to make a trip or two to New York," you offer. "Unless, you'd like to come to see my side of the country?"

"You'd fly across the country for a second date?"

"Was that you asking for a second date?" you counter.

He definitively nods, "Yes, that was."

"Well, since we're being so honest, I'm actually in the process of planning this massive launch for a Stark foundation, so I'll be visiting New York more often than I'd like to."

Steve playfully clutches his chest. "Hey, don't take it out on my city."

"It's not your last name plastered on that eyesore of a building, it's usually all I see when I'm here, but maybe, you can take me on a tour of the city. Try to win me over."

"I'd really like that." Just as you're about to reach for the door, Steve stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Well, could we - I mean, what if we snuck in our second date before you left? Or is that too eager of me?"

Your grin only widens. "It is, but I like that."

"Then, it's a date."

"It's a date."

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mothwingwritings · 1 year

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Christmas Traditions with Baki, Retsu, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Jack, Doppo, Yujiro, and Motobe <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you are all having a fun, nice, peaceful holiday! I wanted to write a little something for the day (I actually started a full on Christmas fic but very quickly realized I would run out of time oops) so here’s a little blurb I whipped out during down time at work. It’s nothing huge, and it’s basically unedited, but I wanted to give you all a little present of sorts if I could. I know I take forever to update and post things, so thank you all for your patience and being wonderful superb humans. I love you all~

So HAPPY HOLIDAYS! If you don’t celebrate-I hope you have a bitching weekend regardless. B)

(Also this is my first attempt at writing something slightly romantic for Yujiro where he isn’t horrible, so there’s that loooool)

Warnings: None really, it’s very fluffy. Maybe the tiniest hints of sexy stuff?

Your tradition with Baki is opening presents early. He never really had much of a holiday growing up, so the prospect of having a traditional Christmas with the person he loves gets him amped. Though you told him countless times you don’t really need material possessions from him, he approaches the task of gift giving with a sense of childlike enthusiasm. He’s thrilled to act as ‘Santa’ for you, feverishly going over in his head all the things you have ever mentioned wanting or liking in the course of your relationship. You in turn also have fun shopping for him, happy that you get to create pleasant memories for him during the holiday season to replace all the lackluster ones. The day’s leading up to Christmas mount his anticipation-he is as pumped to see and spend time with you as he is to exchange gifts. You’ll be lucky if you can get him to hold out tearing into presents by Christmas Eve, let alone the day of.

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Your tradition with Retsu is preparing a big meal. Christmas isn’t something that Retsu ever really celebrated previously, but he knows it’s an important and fun time for you so he wants to make it special for the both of you. He’s delighted to spend the day with you, and takes great pleasure in cooking a holiday meal the two of you can enjoy. So though he may not go all out on decorations or other holiday activities, you are sure to have a delicious feast in preparation for you at home-a mix of your favorite holiday foods and some of his own favorite recipes. He pours his heart and soul into it, and is sure to shower you in love and affection throughout the day. Seeing your face light up in joy as you take in the food spread before you is the only assurance he needs that he’ll have the honor of being your personal holiday chef many years to come.

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Your tradition with Katsumi is sightseeing. Christmas Eve each year is spent out on the town as you take in all the sights and activities the holiday season has to offer. You look at lights, listen to carolers, go ice skating, grab some hot cocoa/coffee. The whole day you stay linked arm in arm, smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt. And when it’s time to wind down in the evening you both return home together to spend the remainder of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, falling asleep to the favorite holiday movie or show of your choosing. He always seems to last longer than you do and considers those moments when you are nestled safely in his arms, right before he drifts off after you, some of the happiest moments of his entire life.

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Your tradition with Hanayama is traveling. It doesn’t matter if you want to go someplace warm and tropical, or cold and frozen. It can be the same place each year or someplace new. As long as he’s able to whisk you away from the hustle and bustle of your daily lives and spend the season in your presence, he really doesn’t give a damn where the two of you end up. He wants to be around you and only you, the best present he can provide and receive being your happiness and love. Just understand that as soon as your reach your destination, that’s when the real holiday magic begins ~

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Your tradition with Biscuit is story reading. Biscuit’s life is chaotic, and the holiday season does little to lessen this burden. Sometimes it can feel like you barely have time or access to each other at all. That’s why on Christmas he makes sure to dedicate the entire day just for you. Nothing fills him with warmth and peace like Christmas night does, snuggled up together in front of the fire place, taking turns reading each other Christmas stories from an old, well-loved book you’ve had since childhood. When you first suggested it you were afraid he would find it silly or childish, but he was delighted by the idea. He loves listening to you speak, finds peace in the stories your voice weaves for him. He can think of no better way to spend the holiday.

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Your tradition with Jack is a movie marathon. Like his brother, he doesn’t have too many fond memories of Christmas time to reflect on, so when you enter the picture you made it your mission to change this. Appalled that he hadn’t even seen the classics, you suggest a movie night, complete with homemade cocoa and all the Christmas cookies you can eat. You were concerned he may not like the idea at first, Jack wasn’t one to sit around for long periods of time and you were worried the movies may just bore him. But as he held you firmly in his laps, basking in homemade treats and your silly commentary, you knew this was the right move. Even as he poked fun at some of the films, calling them ‘kiddie movies’ you were ‘forcing him to watch’, you knew the small smile on his lips and the way he held you close relayed what he was truly feeling. This was cemented when he finished the marathon with the question “Same time and place next year?”

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Your tradition with Doppo is decorating. He humored you when you told him you wanted to do up your home for the holidays, and he let you go all out when it came to picking out and purchasing decorations. Unfortunately for him, all those decorations meant you needed help putting them up-and he was your prime target for assistance. Though originally he agreed begrudgingly, he ended up having a lot of fun decorating with you. It warmed his heart to see the smile that graced your lips as you dressed the tree, and he took great joy in the playful banter you shared over what decoration looked best in this corner of the room, or if the star atop the tree was crooked or not. It was also nice showing off for you whenever heavier decorations needed to be assembled, he lived for the little blush the fell over your face as you laughed, telling him his flexing and posturing was ‘too much’. Next year he’d have to remember to purchase some mistletoe to add to the arrangement, he already knew the perfect place to hang it ~

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Your tradition with Yujiro is skiing. You had never done it previously and were concerned how good you would be at it. It also didn’t help your anxiety that the one who invited you was Yujiro, and he had gone out of the way to clear out the entire slopes for just the two of you. But even with all your nerves the trip ended up being surprisingly peaceful and enjoyable. Yes, Yujiro picked at you and was obviously disappointed with your lack of immediate skiing skill, but he was also shockingly patient and helpful, giving you tips and guidance that made navigating the slopes much easier. Hours flew by without you realizing, and by the end of the day you were exhausted, but had successfully navigated a hill all on your own (albeit it was a beginner one, which Yujiro made sure to make fun of you for, but a slope is a slope in your humble opinion). Thinking this was a onetime deal you thanked Yujiro for the experience, letting him know it was the most fun Christmas you had had in a while. You were taken aback when he busted out laughing at you, explaining you weren’t anywhere near done-he’d repeat this every year necessary with you until you could get on his level.

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Your tradition with Motobe is to build a fire. It’s a simple thing, and not necessarily a strictly Christmas event, but you both find happiness huddled up together on Christmas night by the fire. You relish in each other’s company, sipping a warm beverage, sharing a blanket, and talking about anything and everything under the sun. The only time any banter occurs is when you argue over who needs to leave the comforting warmth to go get more firewood. This goes on late into the night until the two of you are too tired to keep your eyes open. The final words to leave both of your lips are affirmations of love and the promise to make the New Year great.

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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Unbent

A shared smile is better than a lonely smile, so when you mirror each other's fullness on your faces, nothing else needs to be said, just felt.

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Martell!Reader

a note: This work is a continuation of "Unbowed" but you don't need read it before to understand this part. Reader is female. english is not my first language.

It is not a mystery that Dorne resisted the dragons’s conquest over Westeros. The relationship between the Targaryens and the Martekk was never good, but your father, Qoren Nymeros Martell, Prince of Dorne and King Viserys I Targaryen seemed to have reached a peace agreement. Although disgruntled murmurs roamed the corridors of Sunspear about your father's attitude, in King's Landing things were joyous and the members of the court of Viserys, the Pacific, were more superb than ever about the king's conquest.

Of course, an achievement like this was great, but not free. A wedding would definitely seal the union between Dorne and the Crown, and of course, both men made sure it happened. At first you thought your youngest sister was the designee, but whispers denounced that you, the middle daughter of five siblings, would be responsible for choosing a Targaryen/Velaryon prince as a bridegroom. In all, there were three options, since Prince Lucerys was only fourteen and you wouldn't marry a child. Soon, upon arriving in King’s Landing, the first thing to be done was to analyze yor suitors.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was intelligent, handsome and mysterious. He was also reserved and clearly difficult to let anyone into his intimacy. You loved challenges, but maybe you didn't have as much time to make the choice. Prince Aegon Targaryen's reputation was the first thing that reached your ears, he was the first son of King Viserys I and unlike his brother, he was fully capable of debauchery. You didn't judge him, after all there was nothing wrong with deathing in a partner, however, the reports were not kind to the prince and he was immediately discarded from your options as you would not accept being betrayed with a maid or whore.

Finally, he was left. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

A curious creature indeed. You could see his nervousness during your parent's brief presentation about the two of you. The same nervousness was also present when he invited you for a walk in the garden, intimidated as your sharp eyes and sharp posture watched him. Your words were calculated and he felt the weight of your judgment, there was no way he could relax entirely, but he tried his best to be pleasant and kind. Jace didn't just ask about your personality, but also about Dorne's quirks. You liked the interest shown by him, keeping a sideways and discreet smile with each discursive answer.

He picked some yellow flowers for you along the way, attentive to every sentence you said. He took your hand gently to hand you the simple bouquet, earning a satisfied smile in return.

“They suit you.” He said.

“It's sweet of you. But as for you, my prince, what suits you?” You asked in a velvety voice, stroking his soft hair. “What would I like to know about you?”

His cheeks were stained a soft pink, but Jace managed to start a short summary on his personality. He told about preparing to succeed his mother and be a good king, he also told about High Valyrian classes in addition to other hobbies such as fighting, reading and riding vermax — whose offer you to know was made next.

He was charismatic, humorous, kind and handsome. Very handsome. At the end of the walk, arriving at a beautiful tree with tabular roots and orange flowers, you looked at him. You wanted to kiss him, but the morality of King's Landing and possibly the prince himself would not allow the act. But you were you after all. Approaching slowly, you walked until your noses were gently touching, chuckling soundlessly as his body stiffened in surprise. Blowing a light kiss on the prince's cheek, you thanked him for the walk and kindness, still too close.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lady.” He almost stuttered, taking a deep breath but not pulling away.

From that moment there was no escape for him. He would be your husband.

Tours became longer lasting. He took you into other gardens, into the library, into the dragon pit (not impressive, it was quite ugly actually) to introduce Vermax. At dinners you sat side by side, laughing and talking about anything, in public places your hand was always on his forearm, sometimes, when no one was around, your hand snaked into his in a soft, firm grip. Most of the people at court looked your way because of your fancy, open Dornish gowns, but you learned to recognize evil glances in your lovely Jace's direction. Not just looks, but words too.

Never directly to him, never explicitly, but always understandable enough to know what it was about.

Once, Lord Redwyne cornered you in a hallway in broad daylight. He was courteous at first, a big bootlicker of the old ways and big families and blablablabla. But in a low tone he pointed out, indirectly and by implication, the illegitimate nature of his newly betrothed. It took nothing more than an irritated frown, clenched jaw, and clenched fists. You didn't have to speak a word to drive the grumpy old man out of your shadow, yet a part of you wanted to have dared him to speak word for word explicitly, crisply, and audibly enough for king Viserys to cut out his tongue.

You didn't care if he was a Velaryon or a Strong, you just wanted a loving, handsome, and affable husband, requirements your sweet prince fulfilled with praise. Every time something was hinted at about your bridegroom, you made yourself understood how you felt about it and such people never looked your way again.

The engagement period was delightful. Jace was charming. He courted you all hours of the day, loving sharing and listening to the rest with you. He learned a lot about Dorne and the Rhoynar, just as you also learned about the secrets of Old Valyria and the Targaryens before the conquest.

You were charming too, he thought, more specifically seductive. You were also determined and bold, difficult to intimidate and demanding to be pleased. Jace thought you were a remarkable figure. Beautiful, intelligent and with attitude. It was no secret that your arrival made him nervous, but living with you has accustomed him to your ways. It wasn't hard, maybe you just wanted what all the ladies wanted: to be treated with dignity and respect. And he was more than happy to provide that.

Unfortunately for you (depending on the angle), he respected you way too much.

The touches started slowly, soft at first, seemingly out of character. You wanted to soothe his face with your fingers, circle his hand with your thumb, trace his sharp jaw. You wanted him close. Two days before the wedding the last ride is taken between you until you’re just one blood and flesh. This time the path was led by you, purposefully going under the canopy of the beautiful tree where your choice was made.

“Remember the first time you brought me here? When we were introduced. That very day I knew I would marry you.”

He didn't bother to spare you a wide grin, grabbing your waist and laying your head against his. "Did you know? How smart my lady is.” he joked.

“I am really smart.” With a typical sideways smile, you confessed, “There's one more thing. At that moment, you didn't know how much I wanted to kiss you."

"You wanted?" Jace inquired in surprise.

“Yes, but I thought you would reject it. Too bold for a first contact, you know?”

“Very bold, indeed. I wouldn't reject you, I'd just push you away."

Approaching calmly, putting your nose against his, you spoke close to the prince's lips:

“And if I tried now, would I be turned away?”

There were several reasons Jacaerys feared closer contact with you before marriage. He didn't want to dishonor you before the court and your family, didn't want the same curse on you and your children. But at that moment there was nothing to fear anymore, you would be his beautiful lady wife and he would be your lovely lord husband. There were no more barriers separating your lips from his.

"No.”

And just like that, time froze as the softness of Jace's pink lips touched yours gently and firmly. There was nothing left in the world but the two of you. There was nothing but his hands on your waist and the full encounter of his mouth on yours. It was so sweet, so beautiful, so good. Reluctantly pulling away, the gleam in his eyes gave him away before the wide grin.

“Maybe I should say this tomorrow, but I love you, my lady. I love everything about you."

“I love you too, Jace. I love you." Your confession had him leaning his forehead against yours before wrapping his body in a hug. “I couldn't have chosen better.”

“Indeed.”

A shared smile is better than a lonely smile, so when you mirror each other's fullness on your faces, nothing else needs to be said, just felt.

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sofya-fanfics · 5 months

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Secret Santa

Fandom : Spy x Family

Relationship : Damian x Anya

I got inspired by @youneedsomeprompts' holiday event prompts : Secret Santa.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : A few days ago, Becky decided to bring their whole class together to draw for Secret Santa. Damian had drawn Anya's name. Since then, all he could think about was what he could give her.

Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.

AO3 / FF.NET

Damian headed for the Christmas market. He had spent the whole afternoon looking at the stores, but he could not find the perfect gift. He put his hand in his pocket and squeezed the paper there. He sighed. Anya's name was written on this paper.

A few days ago, Becky decided to bring their whole class together to draw for Secret Santa. He had drawn Anya's name. Since then, all he could think about was what he could give her. Nothing seemed good enough to him. He could buy her peanuts or a Bondman goodie. He shook his head violently. This is nonsense, he thought. He could not give her such an insignificant gift. Even if he was sure that Bondman's goodie would please her. He wondered who she had drawn. He hoped that it was his name, even though he knew it was improbable.

He arrived at the Christmas market and looked at the stalls. Nothing seemed to suit. He wanted to give her the perfect gift, but he was starting to believe it did not exist. He walked towards a stall where several jewels were set. He opened his eyes wide when he saw one piece of jewelry in particular. It was a silver chain and a glass marble-shaped pendant. Inside the pendant, a green butterfly was engraved.

He had just found the perfect gift for Anya. He could perfectly imagine her with this pendant around her neck. He showed the seller the pendant he wanted to buy and paid. He spent the rest of the day with a huge smile on his face. He could not wait to give Anya his gift.

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A week had passed. There were only a few hours left before classes ended and Christmas holiday began. All day long, his classmates had been exchanging gifts, discovering who their secret Santa was. Damian had not gotten a gift and he had not given Anya hers yet.

It was noon and Anya was alone in the classroom, finishing a homework they had to hand in. All morning Becky had stayed with her. Now that she was alone, it was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked towards her. Anya looked up at him, surprised. Damian's heart was racing in his chest, his hands were sweaty. He wondered for a second if he would succeed in giving her the gift.

“It's for you. I'm your Secret Santa.”

He handed her the small rectangular light blue gift package tied by a silver bow. He knew he had been a little abrupt, but he was so nervous he did not know how to do it. He could not act normally. Anya accepted the gift and opened it. She opened her eyes wide as she saw what was inside.

“If you don’t like it, I can offer you something else. A Bondman figurine, for example.”

You idiot, he thought. He wanted to slap himself. Why had he said that ? Anya took the pendant out and looked at it.

“That's superb !” She exclaimed. “This is the most beautiful jewelry I have seen.”

Damian blushed. Anya tied the pendant around her neck. She had a huge smile on her face and Damian could see that she was blushing too.

“I have something for you too.”

She took her bag and rummaged inside. She took out a red gift package with designs of snowflakes.

“I’m your secret Santa.”

She handed him the gift, embarrassed. It was the first time Damian had seen her so insecure. He took the package and opened it. He discovered a navy blue scarf. He looked at it a little closer and saw that it was handmade. He opened eyes wide. She had knitted the scarf herself.

“I couldn’t afford to give you a gift like you’re used to getting,” she said, almost as if she was apologizing. “So I thought knitting you this scarf would be a good idea.”

It was true that he was used to get gifts from the most luxury stores. Yet, the scarf he was holding was the best gift anyone had given him. She had spent time trying to please him. It was the first time someone had this kind of attention for him. It touched him. More than he would have thought. He put the scarf around his neck.

“Thank you,” he said.

Anya smiled at him and Damian rose the scarf up on his nose to hide his red cheeks. Anya had liked his gift and she was his secret Santa. It was the best Christmas he had ever had.

The end

#spy x family #damianya #damian x anya #damian desmond #anya forger #spy x family fanfiction #damianya fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

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thefreakymunson · 11 months

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Give, chapter 2 (Vesselxreader)

Read chapter 1 here

“What’s your name?”

You had been woken up yet again to the feeling of someone staring at you. Like clockwork, the tall strange man was leaning against your bedframe – shoulder smushed into the post as if it was supporting his entire weight. Your room was dark, the only thing alerting you of his presence was the mask that the streetlight shown in against – illuminating the white plastic like some sort of ghostly figure. He was covered in black paint by the looks of it tonight.

“Why does that matter?”

“Well I’d like to know who’s haunting my house at all odd hours of the night.” You huffed.

“Haunting,” he said, lips spreading thin into a grin as he shifted his weight, leaning further against your bed post, “I like that.”

“Well?” You made no attempts to move. You were still lying on your side, knees pulled protectively up towards your chest. “It’s funny…” he spoke, and you could hear the floor creak as he moved, “You sleep like a shrimp.”

“A shrimp?” “Yes.” He said, suddenly sounding very much closer to you. You felt the bed dip and immediately jolted from your position to the other side of the bed, thankful he hadn’t tied you up and that you could move if you needed. “You sleep like a shrimp and are as jumpy as cat.” “Yeah, well, you’re some strange man who just randomly appears in my house. I don’t think we’ve established a meaningful friendship or trust yet, have we?” “Why would you ever establish trust in a strange man who just shows up in your house?” He tilted his head to the side, “Haunts you, even.”

You glared at him as he moved further up to where you were just laying, his long body stretched out in front of you. Your mind was screaming to run – get the fuck away from him because he was not supposed to be there. And yet you didn’t move. You were on the edge of the bed, far enough to where nothing was touching and for the moment, that felt safe.

“Hmm…you can call me Vessel.”

“Vessel?”

“I think it’s fitting…I’m the vessel that all your pleasure…your pain…your needs are met with. I’ll be your Vessel and you’ll be…my puppet.”

Puppet. Fucking superb nickname capabilities this guy had. “Puppet,” you mimicked him, crossing your legs underneath you. “Also fitting.” “How?” “I’m the one who pulls the strings to make you squirm,” he said as he leaned forward, his breath washing over your chilled exposed shoulder, “I’m the one that makes those pretty thighs clench together at the mere thought of me.” “I don’t think of you.” You spat back, feeling small and weak against him and he wasn’t even touching you but you were not one to falter. “Such a pretty mouth spreading all those lies,” he snorted as he leaned in closer, his head a few inches away from your face “I can smell your arousal from here. The way you were whimpering and moaning before you woke up…I know you well enough to know that there’s no one else to plague your mind like I do. I’m the one that makes your pussy weep, aren’t I?”

You swallowed thickly, forcing your body to do something instead of just letting the small whimper escape your throat. If your mouth was closed, he wouldn’t hear it.

“You’re not trying to hurt me tonight,” you said, watching as he leaned further over and turned on the lamp. The room was illuminated in a soft orange glow, letting you see him entirely for the first time. The mask he wore was stark white with a red symbol in the middle of it, the 6 eyes were a bit off putting, but in the middle set, thanks to the light, you could see two piercing blue eyes staring back at you. “What are you?” You asked quietly, sitting up against the headboard, “Why the mask? Are you in a gang?”

He laughed at that, a deep baritone sound that emitted from his chest as he watched you move. “A gang?” He grinned, “No. A band maybe, but not a gang.” A band. Your vessel was a musician. The long scrawny fingers painted a deep black inching up your thigh looked like musicians fingers. You could feel the callouses formed on the padding of tips of his fingers – a guitarist, maybe. “You just go around breaking into woman’s homes and watching them sleep?” “Just you, darling.” He said, slim fingers reaching out and brushing your hair behind your shoulder, “No one else has caught my eye quite like you have.” “Eyes…all six of them,” you retorted, earning another grin and soft laugh from him as he nodded. The feeling of relief swelling in your stomach didn’t sit right with your mind. Lucky for you, you were the special one. The one that the masked man had set his sights on…broke into your home…watched you sleep…yeah, real lucky. His fingers trailed down your arm before he placed his full palm into the inside of your forearm, the warmth radiating into your chilled skin. “You’re cold,” he said, watching the goosebumps flesh out over your skin, “Let me warm you up.” “Take your mask off,” you said, watching his grip tightened around your arm. You lifted your left hand up to reach for the mask, but were met with the force of his other hand pinning you down flat against the bed with a swift motion. You gasped, eyes locking onto his face as he shook his head slightly. “Don’t touch the mask,” he said eerily calm, yet his hands were shaking, “You don’t get to know who I am.” “Ever?” “No.” He said, “Ever.”

“Then what’s the point?” You shook your head, “What’s the entire point of this?” “You wouldn’t understand.” He shrugged, nudging your knees apart as he moved to sit in between your legs. He kept your hands pinned above your head, his grip painfully tight, and he cursed himself for thinking you were ready for the unbound meetings. “Why does this have to have a point?” He shrugged nonchalantly, “Are you that damaged that you think that this is anything more than sex?” You stared at him wordlessly, mouth slightly hung open. No one had ever called you damaged before – he was right, but fuck him for that statement alone. He switched both of your wrists over to just one of his large hands and you willed the tears away. This man didn’t get the pleasure of fucking you AND the pleasure of seeing you cry. It stung and for that, you’d make sure to sleep with your knife tomorrow. There was no use in fighting him off now. Not when deep down, you knew you needed this just as much as he did.

“You’re just my pet,” he said as he sat back, “To capture and torture as I please…you can take my pleasure or my wraith, however, that decision is up to you on which one gets produced.” He jerked your pants down with one swift motion, stopping himself once he realized you were not wearing underneath the thing fabric. You heard the shaky sigh escape his mouth as his thumb glided through your folds, the evidence of your arousal still there from all the teasing earlier. “Barely touched you, darling.” He sighed, his thumb circling your clit as your hips bucked into his touch, “Does me hurting your feelings get you wet? You want me to be mean, baby?” You clenched your eyes tight in embarrassment, too ashamed to tell him the truth. While his words stung your eyes, they caused an entirely different sensation at your core, the evidence seeping down your thighs that spread for him instantly. “Poor Y/N,” Vessel cooed mockingly, “Such a broken girl so desperate for her intruder to touch her, hurt her feelings. You’re pathetic, you know? Such a pathetic fuckin’ whore.” You couldn’t even hide the sob that tried to slip past your lips, the sound a broken and choppy whimper. He laughed darkly to himself, his slick covered thumb moving to trace over your bottom lip, spreading your taste over your mouth before he bent down and sucked your lip into your mouth. “Cry for me, slut.” He whispered, his teeth raking over your lip as he let it fall from his mouth, “Wanna hear that pretty mouth sob for me, you desperate slut.” With his free hand, he reached down and freed himself of his jeans and for the first time, you saw him entirely. Unlike the last time, you wouldn’t fight him. You watched hungrily as his hand moved back and forth over his thick length, fingers squeezing just tight enough to illicit a groan from his lips. You watched as his teeth drew his bottom lip in, biting back a groan as he thrust into his own hand. You were too enraptured to say anything, eyes glued to his hand as he jerked himself off. He slid his tip through your slit and each time you thought he was about to slide inside of you, he leaned further back and used the slick gathered on his cock to continue jerking himself off. You watched as he crawled further up your body, moving to straddle your chest. His breathing had gotten heavy, his cock visibly pulsing mere inches from your face. His knees pinned your arms to the bed, freeing up both of his hands now. He forced your lips apart, clenching your jaw so hard in his hands to force your mouth open, your throbbing pussy forgotten behind him.

A few more slick filled, groan filled moments, he was shoving his cock inside of your mouth as rope after rope of cum covered your tongue. He groaned low in his chest, watching as you swallowed, your messy lips parting once again to gasp for breath. He sat back further on your chest, pinning you further into the bed. You could no longer feel your finger tips, the weight of his knees pinning them down cutting off the circulation. He had made a mess of your face and as he sat back, admiring his work through mesh-covered eyes, he gave you a threatening smirk and stood up off the bed, walking back to your door as he fixed himself in his jeans.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You glared at him, wiggling your fingers as best as you could.

“I don’t fuck damaged girls, baby.” He said, opening the door and then escaping into the dark part of your home…just like the previous night.

#Sleep Token Smut #Vessel Fanfiction #Vessel Smut #Sleep Token

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enriquemzn262 · 7 months

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TW: weeb shit

So, after the absolute bore that was the last season for me, with 0 series that got my attention (Helk almost did, but I forgot about it and never managed to catch up), I decided to see what this new season brought, and these are the ones that caught my eye:

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End

I’m a big fan of the manga, after discovering it around two years ago, and the adaptation, which so far has released 5 episodes, has been absolutely stunning, elevating an already superb story with its beautiful animation.

Undead Unluck

I used to follow the manga back when it began, but ended up dropping it about a year ago because it sorta became a mess story-wise. I still gave the first episode a try, and man if it reminded me why I actually liked this series to begin with! Plus it’s also gorgeously animated, and the VA for Andy is absolutely killing it, hopefully with this I can be motivated to actually catch up to the story.

Under Ninja

(couldn’t find a GIF)

I tried the manga a while back, the premise of a group of modern-day ninjas living in the shadows of our world sounded fascinating, but when in the first (second?) chapter, the MC was given an uniform and told to infiltrate a fucking HIGH SCHOOL, my exact reaction was

So I never went past beyond that part, but out of curiosity I still gave the anime a shot, and man, they know how to make an impressive first episode, jumping from a place months in the future to that very first chapter, and not gonna lie, I’m now actually interested, so I’ll be staying.

Uma Musume season 3

I like them racing horse girls, it’s a stupid premise played completely straight, and it somehow gets better with each passing season.

Goblin Slayer season 2

Big fan of this series for a good while now, and it’s great to finally see its return, a pity it began with one of the weakest arcs of the manga imo, the one with the screaming little brat that someone should have beaten up from the start, but it’s still a good story with a great ending, and looking at the trailer, it will also cover the ongoing story of the manga, basically catching up to the light novel I have yet to try.

My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer

(Fucking long name man)

Isekai in everything but name, the animation is choppy yet serviceable so I’m giving it a go, and I do like the idea of a daughter-father bonding story, but man if I ever see a hint of romance in it, since they’re adoptive family, I’m dropping this shit and will never give another shot to any generic fantasy anime ever again.

#anime

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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The artist

"Can you do Thrawn with a male reader who is an artist and makes a painting of him to show their love?" -anon

This ask was so cute ! NSFW implied at the end ;)

Thrawn x m!reader

You paint a last stroke. And take a step back.

You smile to yourself.

This is a masterpiece.

Your masterpiece.

This piece would put to shame all the masters of the Academy. You pass your hand on the canvas, caressing the chiseled abs with the tip of your fingers, following the well formed biceps and strong legs. You imagined Thrawn slouching like a lascivious and tired king on a throne with only a drapery hugging his form, not even hiding his full glory.

But what works you up the most is the glowing red eyes, this intense gaze looking straight at the observer with complicity and shamelessness, his usually cold disposition cracked by a small sly smile framed by blue black strands of hair, disheveled as after an intense love session.

That’s how you imagined him in a dream, and this vision haunted you for a year before you expurgated it out of your system and on your canva. You’re a man of fertile imagination, after all. And now you can see it straight in the eyes.

You know it’s stupid, but right now you only want to get on your knees and hug the frame, feeling his arms wrap around your shoulder and stroking your hair, your head on his chest listening to his beating heart. You look at it with the satisfaction and tiredness of a man who worked hard on an intense and demanding task.

And intense and demanding it was!

Despite Thrawn coming to your studio for another painting, you had to paint his face by memory alone and his whole body by imagination. But you’re an experienced painter by now, anatomy and more precisely male anatomy hold no secret for you for you experienced it so much time, imagining him behind closed eyes.

You look at it. You’ll frame it in front of your bed, as such the first thing you’ll see in the morning is this gift of Aphrodite, and your unreachable secret love will look upon you lovingly when you sleep.

You sigh with contentment. So are things, you’re a nobody painter and he is a Great Admiral of the Empire. Things are in order that way and you’ll satisfy yourself with that. The only reason you came in contact in the first place is because he came to you for a formal painting of him in his imperial white uniform.

A knock at the door brings you back to the present.

“Coming!”

You hide it hastily behind a fabric and swipe your hand on your apron. You open your door and your heart jolts at the sight in front of you.

“Greetings, (y/l/n). I am here for the painting.” His voice sings to your ears.

“Of course! This way…”

You guide him inside, even if he already knows the place counting on the numerous hours he posed for you. You walk to the back of your studio and rummage through your canvas until you find the one. You put it on an easel and take a step back, letting him observe. You did a superb work on this one, you especially nailed the light and the shadows, the balance with the vibrant colors is impeccable, and well… It’s far easier to paint a figure with a model. You look at him over his shoulder, awaiting for his reactions. But he remains silent and expressionless.

“So… ?” You ask, tension eating you alive.

“A remarkable work.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “But I was not referring to this painting.”

You frown.

“Sir, this is the painting you commissioned me to do-”

He raises his hand, shutting you down and shakes his head slightly.

“Now, now. I studied your work thoroughly, and we both know there is a second painting.”

You’re taken aback. How could he know?

“Sir?”

He looks at you with sparkling eyes, like a predator who knows is prey cornered.

“Did you really think you were the only one observing the other during those long sessions?” The tone doesn’t call for a response.

You gulp. His gaze is so… You feel like you're circled by fire. Against your own conscience you walk to the fabric, guided by another will. Who are you to contradict a Grand Admiral after all? You take a fistfull of the fabric and your conscious screams at you one last time to not do it, and you tug.

The painting unravel before his eyes.

You feel your heart racing as he takes a step closer, leaning over to observe the finer details. You hold the fabric for dear life as he takes his sweet time to look at what’s basically an erotic fantasy of yours.

“So…”

You feel an icy cold sweat running down your back as his voice finally raises.

This is it.

This is your end.

“... This is how you truly see me.”

He straightens his back with a chuckle, holding his chin between his fingers.

He’s not… mad?

You look at him with wide eyes, incredulous. He’s not furious? He turns his head to you and locks eyes with a sly grin.

“Do not look at me like that, I do not eat people.”

“Oh, huh…” You instantly feel your cheeks burning.

“Or maybe… This is what you truly want?”

You froze in place, not believing what you heard. He starts unbuttoning his jacket.

“This body you painted is mighty, but maybe we should compare it thoroughly to the original…”

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93

@al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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prototypelq · 6 months

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video game ask let's gooooo

5. Game(s) coming out that you’re looking forward to

12. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing (or any other game really)

13. Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind

20. A boss you think is really cool

22. A game ending that’s really stuck with you

26. Realism or stylized?

Thank you for the gaming ask my beloved mutual! )))

5. That's a really tough one. While I do follow gaming news, I am not so attentive to actual game releases. Mostly because I have never really played on a 'current' platform. I have been using consoles for gaming most of my life, I played on x360 up to 2017, then I got a ps4, which was/is my most go-to platform till this year. This year was a change for me, because I finally surrendered to pirating at the beginning of the year, and played through a number of awesome low-spec indies that way. Though, I have been very lucky to get a new pc recently, and oh boy is this a big change for me. It's still crazy to think this machine can run something more than pixelart now xD (no disrespect to low-spec games in this house allowed, the more accessible the game the better, weak hardware optimisation my beloved)

I have also found a way to get past the payment blocks and have bought all those games I pirated, that was a big weight off my shoulders) So, uh, yeah. I don't follow releases. I would have said Alan Wake 2 is you asked earlier this year tho, CONTROL had me transform into a Sam Lake devoted follower xD I'll gladly watch a letsplay of it sometime soon, before I catch any spoilers. All the other game series I'm interested in are either on hiatus (Darksiders when), or the latest entry made me lose interest (Horizon 2. I love the world, so I'll follow the series anyway, but the story of the sequel is a mess I didn't like at all, and it doubled down on this new direction too). That was a long and roundabout way of saying I don't really look up to any new games currently, lol.

12. Currently - Lohse from the DOS2. This game has an extensive player character creator, however, you could play as basically one of the companions of the game, with full custom story and questline. And Lohse is a Very special case, as my dear bard woman is currently posessed)

The game has some amazing moments, where it will throw you a persuasion check to 'prevent you from throttling a character because the demon inside you didn't like them' for example. Funnily enough, in this moment in particular, if you succeed on the first check (which is hard to do early-game), if will throw you Another one with other stats to use. And Another. There's three persuasion checks in succession here, which is normally literally impossible to do, unless you mod the game to hell and leave the balance there as I did, and STILL this is the only option the dialogue will leave for you. Lohse becomes uncontrollable after this, and your other party members have to subdue her.

It's incredible, amazing time, 10/10. Other origin characters are great too, but I think this fourth-wall-meddling makes Lohse simply the best origin character to play as.

I also greatly enjoyed playing as Delsin Rowe in Infamous Second Son, I love that game, it's super fun and has great style, plus Delsin is adorable. He's a bit punk, he is witty, he is a geek, an artist and his grafitti-drawing mechanic is adorable.

Also Death from Darksiders 2. His parkour is superb, his abilities are super cool, he has an amazing horse, and he is Literally Death Rider Of The Apocalypse.

13. First song that comes to mind would be Bound Together, since I mentioned it a lot the last few asks...excluding that one, Subhuman + BTL, and Black Dog for the fun of it, All Is Soft Inside which was featured for a virtual concert of AURORA in Sky: Children of the Light (adorable game, which will hopefully come out sometime on pc, mutuals I would hold your hands in that game so. much.)

20. A really cool boss. Sorry King Cerberus and Vergil, you are cool by definition. The first that comes to mind is the Guardian fight from the Darksiders 2, which is honestly the most badass fight in the series. THAT MUSIC HITS SO HARD. And that finish animation, oh my, pure epic.

22. A game ending that’s really stuck with you. ooops already did a too-long and roudabout post about that one xD

26. Realism or stylized? Stylized anytime. Realism is honestly kind of boring, though I admit sometimes seeing your fave very detailed is cool. For example, dmc5 Dante design is my favourite out of them all, because it is finally (kind-of) down-to-earth. The game is about fighting demons and being cool about it, but the story is of human struggle and issues, and the character design finally reflects that. And I do enjoy the Impressive hair physics in Horizon games, but that's it for realism. Stylized is literally better in every possible way: it makes the design more flexible - it can be expressive or constrained, depending on your direction; it is cheaper to produce and easier to optimize and easier to run. Plus 'realism' is a forever-outdated style. Games that were considered 'realistic' in 90s, 00s and 10s don't look so realistic to us now. Even Delsin Rowe I mentioned above - he looks great, the motion capture and animation for the game looks awesome, but his face is kind of baby-smooth and the pupils of every character in the game are just a bit too-wide, it makes them all look like they all collectively had some hallucinogens xD. Meanwhile, stylised games can never go out of style, as they are the ones dictating it. Beyond Good and Evil still looks good, Fables look good, Psychonauts does too, etc. These games always exist in the state they were meant to be viewed in, while realistic games are always reaching for the not-really-but-sort-of unattainable standards, which change with time and available technology.

Stylized is Always. Better. In. Every. Way. Also make games optimized again and lower the hardware reqs. I swear, it's like every new title requires you to buy an entire basement full of rocket-science multi-computers, each with a videocard which name will make the math-lovers cry.

#this was fun to answer thank you)#mutuals my beloved #gaming #surprisingly a lot of darksiders snuck into this one xD #darksiders #infamous second son #dos2 #dos2 lohse #delsin rowe #darksiders death #sky cotl #that sky game

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briankang · 1 year

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happy new year everyone ! 2022 was....most year of all time. awful. but i had so many of you by my side to make it better, even when i had to take some times for myself. so i wanted to appreciate you all just a bit, especially since i hit a follower count! i’m almost to 3k, that’s...insane actually. anyways, onwards !

@chanstopher my beloved, my twin. isn’t it so funny we were both too shy to reach out and talk to each other and now we’re the most annoying in the world? thank you for being my minchan partner in crime, my mary kate to my ashley, peyton to my brooke, etc etc etc. i can’t wait to see you in march 💕

@lonelystreetlight bestie love 💕 we’ve really had such a year haven’t we? all of our hours long talks staying up late this spring and summer were truly unforgattable and i’m so glad we met this past year. i love you so much (and love how i always win and am right :))

@hyunpic vilma baby my sweetest angel. my first friend on stayblr, you, like hyunjin, are full of so much love that it pours out of you. i’m so lucky i get to be on the receiving end of that. your passion and light never fails to make me smile, i love you 💕💕💕💕

@hanjesungs jay my wife!!!!!! i’m so glad we met this year and bonded and that you accidentally ended up turning me not only into a hantual but also a seungmin lover. honestly what a year it’s been for my bias line. anyways. i love you, i’m so excited for march 💕

@hanjisoonie BABYYYYYYY i love you......chris ur one of my favorite people. ur letters always make me smile and talking with you is always the most fun 💕 one of the first people i got close to on stayblr 💕 you’re so special to me i love you so so dearly

@sweetyoungk kobe, my beloved 💕 my favorite yonktual 💕 i know we don’t talk super often but i’m always so excited to see you in my notifs and when we interact, you’re so so sweet and have such a warm vibe to you, i can’t wait to continue to grow even closer as mutuals hehe 💕

@sunmisbf mar my beloved wayvtual and sunmitual......i actually cannot for the life of me remember how we ended up mutuals but i’m so glad we did!! your posts always make me giggle and i feel like i have learned more about wayv in the past like. 2 weeks than i have literally ever from you. also you’re always the sweetest i love youuu 💕 💕 💕

also since there’s so many, a bit of a lighting round and then just a general @ -ing of the rest of you 💕 💕 💕

@agibbangs lau my beloved, i love you and you’re always so sweet 💕 minchanners are always the sweetest hehe, @jongseobie love that i have unknowingly and knowingly gotten u into two groups this year. my impact. you’re one of the funniest people i know and i love when we get to chat. @ambivartence SIYUAAAAN my beloved. your art always makes me feel like im in some kind of cozy cafe curled up with a hot drink and pretty art to look at on the walls. thank u for getting me into jacob this year it ruined my life. my linotual 💕 @joshuas aria my beloved i love u the most, my sweet, top 5 favorite aussies, i miss talking with you and u harrassing me about lino 💕 i hope you’re well whenever u see this 💕 @quokki ALE my love i miss u......ur art is always the most superb and incredible and i love when we get to catch up (not often enough these days imho!!! @bangchanies dom my insane jersey beloved. ur always so funny and knowledgable and make me feel slightly less old (or maybe we are old? who’s to say), i love u 💕

and for everyone else bc there’s too many to name:

@gymleader, @acrobaticcatfeline, @yang-innie, @sanayeon, @hyunchanz, @jeonwonwoo, @superboarding, @seungknow, @seungazing, @bewby, @jinniebit, @seonghwaminho, @yonglixx, @btbtual, @leenow, @briankang, @nevoono, @hyunfelix, @diosmenu, @bangzchan, @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes, @usergyu, @bangchanz, @kyubins, @teamwangs, @fullmetalswift

that’s not everyone by any means, but if we interacted in any shape or form this year, please know how special you are to me 💕 💕 💕 💕 happy new year and thank you all for following me!!! if you have any requests feel free to send them in, and as always, please know i love you and i hope your days are rest and kind to you 💕 💕 💕

#~#tay talks #💕💕💕💕

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adleryoung · 2 months

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Time passed and I waited.

It could have been days or weeks; it didn't matter. I had waited entire lifetimes for this moment. What was a couple of weeks to an elf?

I was meditating just inside the dolmen when I heard the trees start rustling excitedly. Jubilantly! I had never heard the Voice of the Forest sound so excited! "They approach!" the trees whispered. "An elf is with them!" the trees murmured. "Could it be the new Queen of Faerie?" they sang.

Excellent! I chuckled as I heard footsteps. They were here! After waiting so long, I was finally going to be free!

"What is this place?" somebody asked nervously. I didn't recognize that voice. It had to be HER!!

I stood up, brushed the dust off of my jacket, and quickly composed myself. I would need to put on a good show for this one, especially if I was going to persuade her to free me. I should have been planning my routine instead of sitting around daydreaming since sending Venatrix and Barkingthwaite off! Thankfully all the time I had spent talking to them worked wonders on helping me get my faculties back. I felt sane, and fully in control. I felt confident that I wouldn't act like a goofy idiot who didn't know how to talk to people.

"It's a gateway to his Lordship's domain," Barkingthwaite explained.

That sounded like my cue to make a dignified entrance worthy of an Emperor.

CRACK! A stone pelted me right between the eyes with the force of an arrow. WHY IN FUMA'S NAME DID BARKINGTHWAITE DO THAT? My thoughts became a jumbled mess again as my forehead throbbed and the light outside the dolmen blurred and bobbed.

Time was wasting! Obviously the thrown stone was supposed to have been some sort of signal to summon me. I had to do something before the moment was lost. I ignored my spinning head and the ringing in my ears, and took a deep breath.

"WHO DISTURBS THE TRANQUILITY???" I bellowed in my most otherworldly and sepulchral tone. Good so far. Nobody could fail to be impressed by that.

"Your servants Pellia and Roger, my lord," Venatrix answered, "come to report the successful completion of their task."

Very nice delivery! I would have to make sure to give the clever spider a bonus in her next loot bag. I squinted through my watering eyes to see … were they kneeling? What a superb little touch! Those crazy love-birds! They'd actually done it! This was the best day ever! This was an unmistakable sign of wise leadership on my part. I clearly had an eye for talent. It wouldn't do to congratulate them too much, though. Just a tiny taste would suffice.

"Ah good," I chuckled mysteriously. "You'll have brought the woman, haven't you?" FLAWLESS delivery!

"We have, my lord," Barkingthwaite replied.

All right, this was it. Time for my entrance. This was the crucial moment. You only get one chance to make a first impression. I couldn't blow it, not now.

I wiped my eyes one last time and stumbled forward, still feeling a little loopy but otherwise focused and in control. I approached the entrance in a stately and shadowy manner, partly to make sure I kept my balance, and partly to enhance the impression of Mystery and Dignity which I was attempting to convey.

"Excellent," I beamed in my most Regal manner as I emerged into the light, enunciating every syllable as if the word tasted delicious on my tongue.

I turned my head slightly to regard Zandar for the first time. Our very first face-to-face encounter! I had to say something to gain her trust, something meaningful to let her know that it would be safe to let her guard down around me.

"Yes, looking good," I purred as I looked her over very carefully. The lowfolk clothes were styled oddly but they did indeed flatter her figure in a strange way.

She responded with a look which told me that, even with a probable concussion, my Wiles were still ultra-effective. She was already smitten. With only a few words she was like putty in my hands. This was going great!

Before the situation could get awkward, it was time to reward the best agents/servants/minions I'd ever had (and get them out of here so I could woo my bride-to-be in private.)

"Arise my children, delight of my old age," I crooned magnanimously over the two kneeling lowfolk.

By Fuma, I was KILLING it with this "mysterious regal elf lord" shtick! I would have to insist that Barkingthwaite include this whole exchange in the chronicle of my deeds which he was surely writing for posterity.

#furry #adventure #elves #story #plot #cartoon #skunk #tboay

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 2 years

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Secrets of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Jin Grandet x MC

Prompt: July 20th Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit & July 30th Welcoming the sunrise on the shore | Stranded on an isolated island together

Part of Summer of Smut hosted by @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Tag: Body worship Nipple Play Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2.165

Author’s Note: A secret island give the newly appointed moanrchs of the Kingdom much needed alone time, away from prying eyes and gossip of the court, hidden in plain view a superb lake invite them to a late night tryst to enjoy immersed in warm waters, were they could give in to show off their affection to one another in a special way for a pleasant break all their to enjoy to the fullest with love. 😍

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It was summer in Rhodolite sun shined all through the day spreading heat well into the late evening, making everyone in the palace envy the fresh married King and his Queen who celebrating their first meeting decided to take a little week long holiday in such secret place no one, not even Sariel, knew exactly where they were in that moment.

Not far from Rhodolite amidst one of its largest forest stood a lake big enough to let a little island float amidst its waters, yet it was such a fuss reaching its core no one actually know of that hidden gem except one the eldest prince, having explored each corner of the kingdom patrolling the land to strengthen his defence against possible invasions.

Only a couple of voices disrupted the still air of the night with what seemed to be giggles and sighs coming from two peculiar lovers who were actually focused more in bantering than in enjoying the luxurious nature surrounding them.

“Is really alright for us to be here.” she asked tentatively watching around her

“Of course it is. I am the only one who knows of this island, no one will disturb us.”

“Are you sure ?” she asked as his soft lips begin trailing over her shoulder setting a fire on her skin as he travelled down

“Do not doubt my love no one will hear us.” he nibbled softly on her neck making her whimper, his voice husky and sensual as he whispered softly in her ear “Trust me.” a soft sigh escaped her lips all the tension in her body melted away as he molded her at his liking, his hands roamed hungrily on her body sliding her light navy blue dress off her shoulder before undoing her corset bra throwing it away carelessly his eyes wide as her bosom bloomed in all its glory in front of him smirking sensually he licked his upper lip, his burgundy eyes gleaming dangerously, reflecting the beast in him hidden behind his carefree facade, like an eagle setting eyes on his prey he wasted no time attaching his hand to it massaging her supple skin hearing her moan softly at his thumb brushed on her nipples peeking under his touch, softly he cupped the tender globe in his hands lowering his lips to lick her areola hearing an ever so sweet mewl of pleasure resonate in his ear making his still clothed manhood twitch painfully in his pants, his growl reverberating on her skin as hungrily lapped at her soft skin.

Tantalising slowly he englobed her nipple in his mouth sucking gently on it feeling her hands dive into his hair tugging lightly as he left an ever so light bite on it her upper back arching as she haplessly melt into his arms feeling him gracing her other breast alike all the while his other hand slide her panties out of the way before circling her soft bud making her cry out in pleasure slowly he pulled away melting his lips on her twisting his tongue with hers feeling her hips buckle against his letting his digits slide deeper covering them in her sweet juice thrusting in and out her wet folds bathing in every sweet expression on her face fastening his ministration making her come undone for him wasting no time he pulled away licking them clean watching her straight in the eyes, he smirked maliciously taking off his shirt and trousers throwing them carelessly behind a bush along her dress seeing her eyes glued to him she gulped as he tantalising slowly pulled off his fitting drawers seeing her eyes widened as she blushed madly seeing his huge manhood standing proud and throbbing between his legs sensually he leaned over her whispering in her ear

“Care to join me for a bath.” seeing her bite her bottom lip shyly he reassured her caressing her lips with his finger “They said water is particularly warm at night care to test it with me ?” his voice husky and sultry she could do nothing but whisper

“Yes please.” surrendering at his mighty and powerful body desiring to show her the depth of his love and devotion, he smirked playfully taking her in his arms before sinking slowly in the water it was warm yet not too much as to be uncomfortable even if she was sure that even if it would have been ice cold this would have been too little matter for them.

Gently he wrapped his arms around her feeling his brawny chest pressed on her back as his nimble fingers found their way on her body teasing her sensitive nipple before caressing sensually her hips gingerly crawling to spread her legs she could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance yet he gave no hint to go further making frustration and arouse cooling into her soaked core she let out a shaky sigh as his nimble fingers tickled her fold avoiding on purpose her sensitive spot throbbing painfully for its neglect crying out to feel his skin on hers a shaky sigh escaped her lips she whimpered “Jin ... please.” her eyes fluttered she bite her bottom lip impatient to fall prey to his predator, to let him fest on her until they were both full and satisfied warm with the unbreakable bond they shared, something powerful and mighty like the sun they learnt to be love

“I see.” he chuckled lightly “Someone is quite impatient is not it ?” his voice husky and low in her ear as a sensual groan reverberated on her neck “You are such a naughty girl.” softly he nibbled on her neck leaving a little lovebites on it enough to show his property to deter any of his brother from being fool and offend her aware of the consequence of such action.

Slowly he turned her into his arms caging her against the forest border of the lake he sighed softly cradling her face into his hand leaning his forehead to her “I love you my little you are the only one for me.” she smiled tenderly at him “I love you too my knight so very much.”

a soft smile on his lips he melted entwing his tongue with hers slowly he pulled away bathing in her blissfull expression as he slowly slide into her giving her time to adjust to his size before hilting fully into her nestling his warm heavy balls against her slick folds feeling her hands crawl on his back as his were gripping firmly her hips keeping her close, her back arched under him as her hips bucked against his feelings his hands caressing her legs lightly hoisting her up making her hook them behind his muscular torso sliding deeper into her hitting parts she was not aware of making her see stars at each strong thrust as his massive girth invade her completely filling her to the brim with him, she threw her head back clawing his back he growled lightly travelling his lips on her neck nibbling on her soft neck leaving a trail of lovebites on her pale complexion, sliding his hand to brush over her clit hearing her cry out his name “Jin ahhh.” her ever so sweet moans of pleasure make his heart swell with manly pride in knowing he was the only one who got to make her feel like this smiling softly he pulled back bathing in her blissful smile circled on her lips as her greyish eyes looked at him lust and affection melted on them as she took his face on her hand brushing her thumbs over his cheeks feeling his breath warm on her wet lips as he murmured his voice husky and low while his burgundy eyes looked at her with so much tenderness to melt away any doubt she may had about her worth so dripping with adoration she could do nothing but smile in return at his heartfelt confession

“I love you my Queen, you and only you forever and ever.”

“I love you my King with all my heart.” gently he brushed his lips on hers reluctantly he pulled away his heart melting at the soft timid smile on her gracious lips he decided to give in his unbending love for her showering her body with all the deep love he harboured in his heart for her alone massaging her soft supple breast in his hand feeling it tempting him with her velvety skin.

He had seen his fair share of prosperous breast but he was ready to swear in any moment hers were the most beautiful he has ever seen, her ethereal beauty did nothing but attract him to her since the first moment he settled eyes on her, growing to love her, despite his weariness, when he get to know her even more discovering along her beauty a kind loving heart that had him wrapped around her little finger in no time driving him away from other girls for no matter how he tried to look away and deny his feeling not one was like her and he always would have been grateful for knowing her, only one capable to show him that love indeed mattered even for a king for it could give him purpose and happiness but only if he was strong and courageous enough to follow it against all odds, thing he was for nothing and no one could have ever keep them apart he would have not given freedom to talk trash about his wife to anyone, otherwise an exemplary punishment awaited them with no exception.

Slowly he bend over her rich bosom festing on it like a starving man lapping on her peaked nipple feeling her finger dive into his hair tugging them as he lightly scraped his teeth on it before englobing it on his mouth sucking it so diligently as she kept him close to her hearing her soft moan of pleasure resonate in the air filled by the naughty sound of the water splashing around them along the sloppy sound of his lips ministration he continued to thrust tantalising slowly into her letting out satisfied groans of pleasure reverberating on her skin sending wave of arousal to her core tightening lightly around him, sensually his finger caressed their way down her skin reaching down between their bodies his nimble fingers massaging skillfully her clit hearing her moans of pleasure grew louder at each trust crying out his name begging him to give her more, desire he decided to satisfy, feeling her walls tighten lightly around him he set a fast pace each errant snap of his hips bringing him closer to ecstasy, reluctantly he pulled away from her swollen nipple blowing soft air on them hearing her cry his name for the whole kingdom to hear wasting to time he melted his lips on hers pulling away in time to bathe in that gorgeous view aspleasure overcome her features, she smiled blissfully as her walls clamped down on him covering his manhood in her sweet juice squeezing him in her tight warm embrace making him spill his seed deep into her painting her walls with his essence, he hold her close to his chest looking straight into her eyes murmuring tenderly

“ I love you my Queen, you and only you forever and ever.” her smile was so bright to put the sun itself to shame lightening through the darkness of the island while she answered softly

“ I love you too, my King so very very much.” he left a gentle reverent kiss full of devotion on her forehead caressing her hair as she nuzzled her head into hsie chet leaving an achingly tender kiss in his heart bursting with love spreading its warmth in his whole body.

Slowly he pulled her out of the water enveloping them both with his cloak, blue as his color and so soft she could not help but feel her heart bursting with love for that man, selfless and thoughtful as he has never met, the warm sun of love shining on them warming their heart, gratitude and devotion poured generously into his every action regarding her, showing his love in every possible way thanking her to showing him what real love was, and how priceless and pleasurable was giving him strength enough to keep her close against the court and nobles pressure brushing them away any odds as he decided to marry for love, going against traditions and opinion he cared not to even listen urging him to leave her but he knew better to commit the same error of his ancestors, improving every part of their beloved countries supported and loved by that special and stubborn girl who single handly change his mind about love, the one and only he would have ever loved and shared everything with, bathing in that blissful unconventional love keeping the warm and bright for all eternity.

#summer of smut #summer of smut writing challenge #ikemen prince #my writing #ikemen prince jin #original character #ikepri jin #ikepri

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rocksrntpeople · 1 year

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Rewatching Iron Man

I hadn’t read or seen much comic book stuff when I was invited to watch Iron Man with my friends at the movie theater back in 2008. I’d seen and enjoyed the DC cartoons as a kid and of course I knew of Iron Man, but I didn’t know anything about him except that he looked like a rubber chicken version of Dr. Doom.

All this to say, Iron Man launched me into the world of comic books and superheroes. I was hooked from then on and I still love comics today. This movie quite literally changed my life, even if the change wasn’t as profound as most life changes.

Obviously, I’m biased.

But then something genuinely surprising happened.

Somewhere along the line I’ve forgotten how to put down my critical analysis of media and not only was I pleasantly surprised at the great writing still hitting the mark, but I was able to notice the superb cinematography, something I’d missed through no less than 3 rewatches. I mean, of course there’s the surface-level awesomeness like the entire opening sequence with its fluid transitions or the perfectly tense scene where Pepper is collecting data from Obadiah’s files, but even beyond this facade lies near perfection.

That moment when the missile lands next to Tony in the desert, the camera does a short, quick zoom with a zshooom sound and it’s just so reminiscent of comics and the idea of being hyper-aware in a high-stress moment.

When Obadiah has Tony paralyzed and is giving his evil monologue, everything is perfect. The angled shot, the lighting, RDJ’s violet veins, Bridge’s cartoon-villain dress and demeanor. It all comes together in this scene and despite the minimal camera work, the room seems to be spinning as the monologue goes on.

These are still pretty surface level things, but throughout the film there’s just a masterful execution of every element — lighting, costume & makeup, camera angles — just everything is absolutely seamless for 99% of the movie. It’s kind of insane to think about a blockbuster superhero movie being so technically well-executed!

One thing in particular that caught my attention and stayed pretty true throughout the movie is the fact that this movie doesn’t follow Tony Stark. In almost every scene with Tony, the camera is following another character. This does two things: it lets the audience know things that Tony doesn’t, which helps build tension, yadda, yadda; and it makes a distinction between Tony Stark and Iron Man. Because when Tony Stark is in his suit, then the camera begins to follow him. Even the final shot of the movie plays to this, finally — finally — focusing on Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone, as he declares he is Iron Man.

Fucking chef’s kiss. Are you kidding me?! This movie was so fucking good; that’s why it’s one of my favorite MCU movies of all time, despite being the first. (We don’t talk about Hulk in this household.)

Robert Downey Jr. is the perfect Tony Stark. I found it a bit funny that at times the makeup crew tries to harken Downey back to his teen acting days with the extremely glossy eyelashes, but other than that it holds up overall and I would even go as far as to say that we probably haven’t had a stand alone superhero movie that was as good as Iron Man since Iron Man.

It’s just so damn unique; I can see exactly how it gripped the world with its melding of humor and action and reality and just everything we were all feeling at that moment, without shoving it down our throats that this is what we needed. Like, god, can’t one of these rich guys turn good instead of evil for once? Can’t someone get fed up and save us already? Are we finally getting a superhero movie as good as what’s on WB Kids??

And then Iron Man swoops in, dripping in sarcasm and long-lost teen lust, acting as though it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be a rich guy in a mech suit, and ultimately delivering us unto a new age of entertainment.

The elephant in the room

Okay, yes, let’s talk about Rhodey. I remember when he was replaced; I was so upset. I felt that Terrence Howard was the absolute best choice for Rhodey and that he did an impeccable job opposite RDJ. Rewatching the film…god damn it, it’s still very true! Why’d you have to do it, Terrence? Why?! You were beautiful as you soared so high…

Listen, I like Don Cheadle as much as the next person, and did back in 2009 too. But he is not a good Rhodey. I feel like there are many other black actors who would have done the role better and I half-remember people throwing around Denzel Washington’s name as a “better” suggestion. Personally, I’d have gone with someone closer to Howard’s look, like maybe Jamie Foxx or someone.

The fact of the matter is that while the character is a military guy, one of the main reasons he’s friends with Stark is because he’s a progressive, more laid-back and approachable kind of military guy; he’d almost have to be for his work as a liaison with civilian organizations. Both Cheadle and Washington have such stern looks…it just doesn’t fit. (To be clear, I think Cheadle has done a good job with the role; I just think Howard would’ve done it perfectly. God it hurt to hear him say, “Next time, baby.”)

I mean, this is just my opinion and I know that Cheadle has millions of fans for his role, but I just don’t see it and never have. Terrence Howard is part of what makes the first Iron Man so great. But, c’est la vie.

So, Iron Man — Great Success!

I guess I should rate these but I’m afraid there’s going to be a trend…

10/10 for Iron Man!!!

Next week, I’ll see The Incredible Hulk, which I am only watching out of respect for the timeline.

But actually, I liked this movie well enough and thought Edward Norton was a great casting choice. We’ll see if it holds up because it’s been probably a decade since I last saw it.

#iron man 1 #Iron Man #marvel rewatch #mcu #marvel #terrence howard #rhodey #pepper potts #obadiah stane #robert downey jr #rdj #superheroes #movies

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