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skatingbi · 1 year ago

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When Zoro is shoved out of the gallery by Sanji, his first thought is "What the fuck" and his second is "I really said that out loud".

To be fair, Zoro isn't great with words. For one, he never thinks before he speaks 90 percent of the time. He also simply never saw a chance to compliment anyone, really. Zoro is the epitome of act first, talk later. Always has been, and probably always will be until the day he dies. Until a few seconds ago.

When Zoro noticed the cook's dual toned eyes, too many thoughts surfaced at once for him to decipher all of them. He definitely thought they were beautiful, but he didn't mean to say that sappy shit out loud. Sanji's blue eye was also nearly identical to a shade that some glaciers take on in the North Blue. He vaguely remembers other pirates talking about them here and there. He's never seen them, but if he had to guess what type of blue the ice was, he would think of the color of Sanji's eye.

Now, on the other side of the gallery, Zoro leans against the door. After the reaction he got from Sanji, he's not sure where to go from here. He didn't even mean to say that out loud either. It just... came out. Most of what Zoro says does that, but looking at Sanji in that moment made his brain short circuit, his heart stutter, and his lungs hitch. He felt something he's never put a name on before, and because of that, he didn't question it until after Sanji kicked him out.

Zoro's feelings about Sanji are complicated at best. He used to not think about it, but after this, maybe he should. He runs a hand down his face and sighs. He can feel how warm his cheeks are and knows for a fact that if anyone came in, they'd notice the embarrassingly bright blush he's sporting. So he pushes himself off the door and goes to the crow's nest to meditate, train, sleep, or something that will take his mind off of this.

Meditating doesn't work. Neither does training, or sleeping, or keeping a safe distance away from Sanji. In fact, Sanji is actively avoiding him. Has been for the past few days. That wouldn't be out of character for the blond on a normal day, but it's more frequent. Sanji actively kicks the swordsman out to do the dishes himself instead of letting him dry them like he usually does. It's fucking confusing. Zoro can understand insecurity if the main problem about this whole situation is that. He's no stranger to it. The issue, though, is that Sanji's eyes are gorgeous to him, and Sanji doesn't see it. He's just trying to understand why.

A few more days pass by like that. The crew, especially Nami and Usopp, notice. Only Nami makes it known that the crew is very much aware of the awkward shift in Zoro and Sanji's dynamic. It's made especially clear when Nami corners Zoro while he's about to fall asleep on the deck.

"Alright, spill the beans." Nami demands with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised. Zoro only opens one eye to acknowledge the redhead in front of him, who's blocking the sun, and it makes Zoro mildly agitated.

"What do you want now, witch, I'm trying to sleep."

Nami rolls her eyes, "I know you're dense, but you're not stupid." She huffs a sigh and bends at the waist over Zoro to glare at him. "You and Sanji have been weirder than usual. Fighting is one thing, but ignoring each other for days is unusual, even for you two." Nami explains.

Zoro rolls his eyes. Sure, him and the shit cook haven't talked, but that's none of anyones business. Let alone Nami's. For all he knows, she could just blackmail him with the embarrassing ordeal of being known. He'd honestly rather not, thank you very much.

"Fuck off, Sanji's the one ignoring me. Let me sleep in peace." Zoro argues back and closes his eyes, resting his arms behind his head to hopefully fall asleep while he still can.

Nami groans in frustration. Okay, fine. If those two idiots want to ignore each other, then she'll let them. It's not like it's any of her business anyway. She just has a bet to win against Usopp, and she's not above changing the stakes to be in her favor. She just has to wait a little longer.

Some part of Nami suspects that Sanji is avoiding Zoro because of something deeper, more personal than just their usual fights. She's willing to bet money that their weird little spat is based on this. She doesn't have evidence. She just has a feeling, and usually, it's right. What's that saying again? Always trust a woman's intuition? With this knowledge in mind and with an ulterior motive, she leaves Zoro alone to have a gay crisis in peace.

What Sanji and Zoro don't know, though, is that she already knows Sanji has heterochromia, and she also doesn't give a shit. She noticed when sanji was too drunk in skypiea while dancing with the wolves, and to be honest, she's surprised no one else even noticed. This knowledge has led her to believing that Zoro said some stupid shit about it. Go figure.

Zoro goes back to trying to sleep. Behind closed eyelids, he can still see a pretty icy blue eye hidden by long blond hair. He wants to see that again. Directly after that thought, though, Zoro suddenly has an epiphany. An almost life changing realization that will most likely fuck him over in the near future. It's laughable how he's never realized it given the past few days.

Zoro likes him.

Sanji and Zoro, for lack of a better word, dance around each other for the next few days. If someone asked Sanji why didnt they just go back to how they normally did things, he couldn't answer them. He can't answer them because he knows that the real issue isn't his eyes. It's what they mean to him.

Sanji is a sentimental man. All of the things people have given him are kept one way or another. He has a drawer in his kitchen for the small trinkets or rocks Luffy finds. He still has that dial Usopp let him keep. He keeps recipe books given to him by Robin on the counter away from the sink. He even kept Nami's hairtie despite nearly snapping it the other day.

There are other things he's kept, too. Franky's things aren't really trinkets, but that doesn't mean they aren't important to him. Franky once gave him a gag gift of matching sunglasses, and he refuses to wear them. They're still tucked into one of the drawers in the dresser next to his bunk. Chopper and him share spices since they're multi use, and it means a lot to him to have his safe space also be useful for others in the crew. He loves being given things, no matter how small they may be.

When his mother died, the first thing he wanted to do was gouge out his eye. When he thinks back on it, the only reason why he couldn't is because he was scared. What small 10 year old wouldn't be? Now, although he loves his eyes deep down, he still runs away by hiding them. It's a gift that he hates, but deep down cherishes like it'll get stolen from his grasp one day.

He's aware that he processes grief by running away until it catches him on a warm, sunny day. Lately, that's exactly what it's done. Grief is hunting him, and he's the deer being shot in the leg so he's unable to run. Refusing to look into a mirror does nothing to stop it.

So, yeah, Sanji is ignoring Zoro. He knows why he's ignoring the moss ball. That doesn't mean Zoro will let him, and he's pretty sure the swordsman is going to corner him eventually. Sanji just needs to stall for time.

But that's not the only reason why he's avoiding him.

"Marimo, I swear to god, if you don't get out of my kitchen, I'm gonna shove my foot up your ass!" Sanji is not in the mood for this. Zoro knows Sanji is not in the mood for this. Will this stop Zoro from getting in the cook's business? Absolutely not.

"I'd like to see you try, curly brow, now shut the hell up and let me dry the goddamn dishes." Zoro huffs as he pushes Sanji out of the way with his hip. Sanji delivers a swift kick to his leg as retaliation.

"Fuck you I can do it myself!"

"Well fuck you because I'm gonna do it anyways!"

"Gods, why are you so insufferable!?"

Now, here they are, with Sanji being forced to let Zoro dry the dishes while he washes them. Sanji keeps a reasonable distance away with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling smoke through his nose occasionally. Zoro tries (and fails) to not let his eyes wander to Sanji. The cook's eyebrows are scrunched, and his mouth is downturned. The cigarette hangs loosely from his lips as he silently works.

Once Zoro actually realized a few weeks ago he liked Sanji in a (probably) romantic way in some form, it was hard for him to not stare. Zoro never felt attraction to someone like that. He's definitely thought some people were handsome, but that's about as far as it went. Looking back, Zoro thinks that maybe he always thought Sanji was good looking. The swordsman couldn't help but look at all the things that made Sanji his own unique person, handsome, and especially pretty. It's not like he would say that out loud, though. He'd rather attempt to fight Mihawk again than say all that shit out loud to anyone.

Zoro's prolonged silence makes Sanji fidget in place, leaning side to side on each foot, while he washes the last dish. After that his cigarette is nothing but the filter and he snubs it out on the ashtray nearby. To combat the nervous energy, Sanji washes his hands and uses his hip to shove Zoro so he can grab the towel he uses to dry his hands. He's earned a glare by the swordsman, "Oi, the fuck is that for, cook? You wanna fight?" Zoro challenges, and Sanji would be a fool to say no.

"Bring it on, shitty swordsman!"

On the deck of the sunny and in the middle of their routine fights, another tragic incident has occurred: Sanji's hair is in his way. Not only that, but Zoro decides to take advantage of it. The blond isn't sure what Zoro gets out of wanting to see something that Sanji would rather keep hidden, but he'll be damned if he lets Zoro win.

Zoro, the conniving bastard, keeps getting into his blind spot. Or at least trying to because Sanji knows better, and he's sailed with Zoro long enough to recognize the little hints when he fights. Zoro's right foot shifts to his left, but his arm holding wado twists minutely, and it's barely noticeable, except Sanji knows he can block this with a kick.

Zoro uses the blunt edge of his sword to strike, and it lands on Sanji's left shin, raised high enough for him to take advantage of his flexibility. Sanji looks into Zoro's eyes with a challenge, and Zoro grins. Not the scary one he reserves for their enemies, though. There's a subtle crinkle on the corners of his eyes and this smile feels genuine. Were those dimples? He never noticed those before.

Huh. Thats new.

Wait. Why is Zoro looking at him like that? Like he's exciting and interesting? That's the only time Zoro smiles like that: when something is worthy to devote his full attention to. It does something to Sanji. It's the same feeling he had when Zoro told him his eyes were beautiful. Sanji's footing falters, and he nearly stumbles gracelessly to land on two feet. Zoro huffs out a sound suspiciously like a laugh and takes a step closer, sheathing his sword in the process.

Sanji takes a step back, but Zoro is zeroed in on a mission he's determined to complete. He slowly walks forward until their faces are inches away, and he raises his hand slowly.

The blond holds his breath, not moving and looking right at Zoro. Like tunnel vision only on the hawklike golden eyes before him. That feeling is back, too, and it's stronger with how close they are suddenly. Sanji wonders if the rest of the crew are out on the deck as well, but the only thing he can hear is Zoro's labored breathing from their fight and the way the wind makes his earrings hit together. A soft melody of chimes and ocean waves.

He needs to get his shit together.

"Get the fuck out of my face, Moss." Sanji orders through gritted teeth. He could back away, kick the swordsman like he usually does, but his feet feel like theyre nailed to the floor. Zoro doesnt move. Neither does he.

Well, his legs dont move. His hand does. Zoro's scarred knuckles show a gentleness that almost makes Sanji shiver. A tall, muscular, scarred swordsman capable of displaying softness similar to somebody holding priceless art made of glass. That's how Zoro brushes his hair away from the cook's face oh so slowly, dragging it out and tempting Sanji to either kick the shit out of the man or do something he might regret. He almost wants to lean into the touch and relish in it. He's never felt gentleness like this before, and it terrifies him deep down where the subject of his trauma lies.

Zoro takes in Sanji. His skin is somehow still pale despite the days in the harsh sun, the only evidence being the freckles decorating his hooked nose, cheeks, and part of his forehead. What Zoro cares about the most, though, is his eyes. Finally, at the risk of displaying a side of him he never thought he had, he can take in the pretty brown and blue eyes that he's thought of for the past few weeks. He doesn't miss the uncertainty the cook displays through the confused arch in his dark curly brows and parted lips.

There's a lot of silence, which is uncharacteristic of them. They've never gone so long without talking before unless one of them was in a coma. Sanji's just about to escape via insults and physical violence until-

"Huh, your eye is kinda like those glaciers in the North Blue." Zoro mumbles, a quiet baritone that vibrates in Sanji's chest despite the only point of contact being the back of a calloused hand on his cheek. Suddenly he feels lightheaded and warmth on his face, spreading to his ears to make them uncomfortably hot.

Sanji's face is somehow ever prettier when he's blushing, and that shocks Zoro out of his thoughts enough to pull away and attempt to make a beeline for the crow's nest. Sanji stares for one, two, three seconds, and then delivers a swift kick to the back of Zoro's knees as soon as he turns around.

"You...you fucking dumbass swordsman! You fucking pervert! Shut the fuck up or I'm gonna kick your fucking ass into the ocean!"

"Hah?! What the hell, shit cook!?"

Now what the actual fuck. Thats twice, fucking twice now that something Zoro said or did made Sanji a fucking inconsolable mess in the weirdest most cliche teenage romcom novel kind of way. What the fuck. How was this happening? Why is he so flustered, and why is it because of that brute?

Sanji always thought he was straight. Women are pretty. They're gorgeous, empathetic (most of the time), graceful, with pretty skin and soft curves. He always appreciated that in women, and he most likely will until the day he dies. Zoro isn't any of those things. He's emotionally intelligent, sure, but you couldn't get the dumbass to take his own advice even if you held him at knife point. He's not soft, he's rough around the edges, with a stern expression even in his sleep. His smile is almost always weird as fuck (except for the one he gave him recently) too. The swordsman only cares about swords and alcohol, but you could probably add rice balls to that list too. Zoro is the epitome of sharp and rugged.

In conclusion, the only similarity between Zoro and women is that Zoro has big tits somehow. No, he is definitely not focusing on that now while making dinner.

The more Sanji thinks about Zoro, though, the more he thinks back to that fucking look. When Zoro brushed his hair away from his face and admired him. He fucking admired him for gods sake. Either Sanji is high as fuck or he's having a nightmare because nobody has ever looked at him with that kind of raw emotion before, not even women he flirted with.

Okay, so maybe there's more to him than meets the eye. That doesn't mean he likes the idiot. Maybe he just needs to learn to take a compliment.

As he thinks about this, he sets the kitchen table and portions out the penne alla vodka for all of the crew members. There's a bottle of sake for Zoro, and because he's feeling... a lot, Sanji allows himself a glass of wine today. As he's deciding between a red or white wine, Luffy barges into the kitchen.

"Sanji! Is food done?!" Luffy asks, practically bouncing towards Sanji excitedly. The captain's loud voice startles Sanji out of his thoughts and he jumps slightly. He quickly saves face to look at Luffy with exasperation.

"Yes, food's done. Go get the rest of the crew- hey, don't touch that!" Sanji says while swatting away Luffy's stretched arm from Nami's bread, "That's for Nami! I gave you enough already. Go get everyone else before you decide to terrorize the place." He demands to a laughing captain whos already out the door halfway through Sanji's reprimand.

Seconds later, the crew files in. Everyone sits and begins to eat. Chatter between them fills the room, and Sanji preens at the compliments for tonight's dinner.

Everything is normal for a while, and soon everyone finishes their food. Luffy only tried to steal Zoro's food a couple of times and only succeeded once, only because the moss ball let him.

Coming much too soon is dish washing. With Zoro. Sanji's conflicted feelings regarding the man have been making him avoid the target of his confusion the days following "The Incident", as Sanji refers to it, and he's not keen on experiencing whatever the fuck is going on between them again. Only because he doesn't know if he can hold himself together if Zoro looks at him like that once more.

It's silent for a few minutes. The repetitive motions soothe him, and Sanji lets his mind wander to mundane thoughts. As he chews on the filter of an unlit cigarette, he thinks of some tasks he needs to do this week. Inventory should be done tomorrow. Ask Nami how long until the next island, and maybe he should-

Zoro clears his throat, and for a moment, he thinks it was just Zoro being Zoro. He's probably trying to annoy him. Yeah, fat chance this time. Anyways, maybe-

"Cook," and Zoro looks at him, putting the plate he just dried down and placing his hands on the counter, "Why're you hiding?" He asks, and Sanji doesn't look at him. Zoro's eyebrows angle slightly in confusion.

Zoro left that question open ended on purpose. He knows Sanji well, or at least he likes to think he does, so asking directly would just make the cook confrontational. Hell, even a vague question would, too.

"What the hell are you talking about, marimo?" Sanji scoffs. Yeah, just as Zoro figured.

"You know what, and I ain't gonna spell it out for you," Zoro leans forward, looking at Sanji even though he tries tilting his head down and away from zoro's perceptive gaze, "Cmon, curls, I need to know if I overstepped. You may be a pain in my ass but I'd never hurt you." Zoro explains, and what the fuck.

Sanji has been asking himself that a lot lately. Yet he doesn't know how to reply to Zoro. All he knows is "You...Dumbass, you make me feel. You make me feel," He whispers like they're the only ones on the ship, "And I dont like it." He finishes.

He has no clue if it's the truth. Hell, earlier today, he was having a sexuality crisis over the man before him. Neither does Zoro. They both look at each other until Zoro looks away with resignation. "Okay." He whispers back.

Sanji learns quickly that he doesn't like that look on Zoro's face.

#I DID IT!!!#man i didnt know I could write more than 1k words lmao #i hope u guys like it :3 #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #Sanji has heterochromia

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truebluelotus · 2 months ago

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Set with Lillies Keychain

I did it…! I created a keychain based off Set, God of Chaos. I am really happy with how these turned out.

If you would like one, you can order HERE on my etsy shop. They’re ready to ship and shipping is free! Limited quantity!

I would love if I could sell some of these so I can make more keychains of your favorite Gods!

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kindlythevoid · 11 months ago

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(Here is the link to the recipe:)

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

#I did it!!!#I hope it looks okay #I used canva #anyway here is Jonathan's instagram #i'm getting all my pictures from pinterest #but I'm also pretending that everything else is the same #that it's still set in 1897 #except instead of a journal he's posting on instagram #that is literally the only change #excuse me while I get settled in writing in Jonathan's voice #I hope to finish the second piece for may 4th at... some point in the future #but yeah enjoy may 3rd of dracula daily #jonathan harker my boy #jonathan harker's insta #dracula daily #dracula #just yelling into the void #kiki does dracula daily

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honelle56 · 10 months ago

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Echoes of Parenthood - Chapter 2 (now on AO3)

“The solution is easy. You make sure you go into labour a little earlier than planned and I try to hold it in a little longer. This gives you more time to recover so you’ll be fully functional when it’s my turn. And I am sure your Mum could take care of the baby while the second one is born.”

Dream laughed. “I’m sure there are some teas I can drink that make the baby pop earlier. Or some yoga positions.”

George nodded enthusiastically and leaned into Dream who wrapped an arm around him. “This will work out perfectly. Well, as perfectly as two husbands who give birth just weeks apart from each other can go.” _ or; Dream and George are pregnant at the same time. Whatever could go wrong?

#I did it!!!#I wrote a second part!!#It is rather short but I hope you still enjoy it :D #Honelle fics

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iridescentpull · 9 months ago

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Take your Boyfriend to Work Day || iridescentpull || G || Slash || Day 1 || Adventure & History || For @hideduoweek <3

#hideduoweek #qsmp #fitpac #pactw #fitmc #aynee writes #i did it!!!#my hideduoweek fics are gonna be short #i just dont have the time to write full fics :<#sorry </3

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bubblegumflavor · 1 year ago

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More Pumpkin!Daniel, this time for the @allvalleyskillschallenge Prompt: Trick or Treat! =D🎃🧡

#allvalleyskillschallenge #prompt: trick or treat #lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #the karate kid #lawrusso fanart #artists on tumblr #happy halloween #i did it!!!#I finished all my halloween art for the fandom events!!!#i just had to draw more of him X3 #cobra kai #cobra kai fanart #fanart

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rednite-dork · 2 years ago

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waiting for a date?

#my art #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hlmc susan blair #yule ball #I did it!!!#i did the dress!!#and also background holy shit!!!#even tho it's quite crusty lol

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cakepoppresent · 2 months ago

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1: What’s your favourite creation of yours? And why?

I have so many i can't really choose one but right now im so in love with Miss. Veronica Reeves, It's probably cuz shes everything im not and shes super fun to write and hella pretty

5: A creation you enjoyed making a lot!

That would be my son Xavier Reeves <333 Just look at him he's so cute. The coolest sim outta all the Reeves Siblings and the most spoiled. Love that for him.

Black wealthy and happy. Thats how we like em

9: Would you say your style has changed a lot since you first started creating?

I don't even though you know when you get nose blind when you're in your own home because you live there so you aren't aware of major changes? That's how I feel about my sim style, my builds, my storytelling, etc. I think I may have gotten better at taking pics and using Srwe but I don't notice a MAJOR difference

13: What is your preferred content? (Sims, Pets, households, CAS CC, Pets CC, build/buy CC, lots, worlds, legacies, challenges, lookbooks, machinimas, gameplay, tutorials, etc.)

I really like making Machinimas and just general gameplay. It's especially fun when I catch my sims doing something super cute without my interference. Veronica and Vahgun always slow dance when they see each other, Benji and Malcolm are always fucking and Gideon and Grayson serenade each other CONSTANTLY

15: Talk about some of your favourite creators: what do you love most about their creations?

My fav creators include simmers like AshleyPlays, MoniTheSimmer, Prow (they are on Bluesky) Cinamun Citylighten Matchalovertrait and Fallstaticexit. They are all so drastically different when it comes to their sims style and that's what I love most about them.

22: A creation that was difficult to make (but worthwhile!)

I think it would be Gideon actually. When I first made him he was a kid and he so was ao adorable then I aged him into a teen and I'm like "??? nah you're too intense for Grayson omg? Why do you look like that??" Even when I aged him up to a YA I'm still like "omg chill?? please?? BE SOFT"

I got over it I tried to play into his intensity by having other sims comment on how intense he is and how strong his feelings are for Grayson. He also is sorta kinda working for the simzuka (This is him now i changed his skin overlay. Still looks intense god danm)

27: Do you prefer Simlish or real languages used in-game (music, fonts, labels, etc.)

I don't really have a preference i lean more towards english, sometimes i don't like how Simlish looks in certain fonts

35: Favourite individual picture from a photoset you’ve posted!

This one! I think it shows off their dynamic pretty well. Malcolm is sick of Benji and god damn sex drive. He sends Benji off to the couch when he gets too touchy feely. All Malcolm wants to do is SLEEP

41: Do you listen to music while you create?

I listen to music, twitch streams, Video essays, lets plays. Anything that fills up noise in the background. I like really long videos so I'm listening to people like Kennie JD, Kurits Conner, Drew Gooden. For simmers, Ill catch up on The MintSimmer, Monithesimmer, Ashley plays and TinyCoffeCups!

47: What advice would you give to someone who’s just started creating?

Honestly, I know its super cliche to say but just post your sims, and be consistent, show other people how much YOU love your own sims and people will start to gravitate towards that. I love my sims and i yap about them all the time and that's all you really have to do. I think trying to set up an entire story all at once gets exhausting, and overwhelming and results in disappointment vs just playing and sharing what's going on in your save. Before i even made a tumblr/twitter for my save i played with Blair and Brayden offline for months! By the time i started sharing, they were already on their 3rd child (Grayson)! I had like 4 saves i scrapped for finally sticking with The Reeves

48: What inspired you to start creating at first?

I saw a tiktok of someone showcasing their fave romantic WW animations and i wanted that IMMDIEATY. so i bought the game the next time i got paid lol. Its funny though because i got the game the same time as stardew and completely forgot about the sims until a few weeks later LOL

#WHEWWWWW #I did it!!!#i can yap forever about my sims im so serious lol

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peggingdemons · 29 days ago

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FINALLY.. PRETTY BOY PART TWO!!!

Prt one here

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Warnings! Trans Lucifer, crying, pegging, tears, overstimulation? Begging and just Mephisto being a sub

Lucifer pushed Mephisto to lay down and pulled his cum stained skirt down, leaving Mephisto bare for Lucifer to gaze at.

"I hope you realize that was just some prep, love." Lucifer whispered into his lover ear while he spreads Mephistos legs, "hold those open and don't close them till I tell you, okay?" "Oh-Okay." Mephisto complied, letting Lucifer spread and open him.

Lucifer backed away somewhat to pull his own pants off, revealing his boxers that were now covered in slick.

Lucifer pulls out a box from under his bed, a box Mephisto knew all too well. Lucifer pulled out his harness and a- sparkling, purple dildo??

"Really? Glitter?" Mephisto reacted, obviously this wasn't what he was expecting from his normally serious boyfriend. "My pretty boy deserves nothing but the best~. And plus, the purple matches your hair" Lucifer chuckled as he slipped on the harness and attached the dildo.

"Hold your legs open and don't close them unless I tell you to." Mephisto complied as he felt the tip of Lucifers strap touch his rim. "Relax~." Lucifers words were buttery smooth but that didn't match the way he slammed into Mephisto, fully bottoming out in just one move. The movement made Mephistopheles back arch off the bed but as Lucifer ordered, he didn't close his legs.

Lucifer's pace was rough, hard and fast just too much for the purple hair man

Mephisto felt tears welling in his eyes; it was just too much for the demon. "W-wai-wait! L-lucifer s-slow down!!" he whined. "Why should I? You always look so good crying, love." Lucifer chuckled as his left hand went to teasing run up along Mephistopheles dick, "with the way you're leaking I can tell you're really enjoying it~"

Mephisto cried over the pace, the way Lucifer was hitting his prostate with deathly precision and the way he was already about to have his second orgasm. Lucifer wiped Mephistos tears away with his thumb before bringing the finger up and licking away the tears. "No matter what part of you, you always taste just positively divine"

Mephistopheles reached out to grab Lucifers back and ran his nails now the lighter man's back, something that would definitely leave marks for days to come. Lucifer could sense that Mephisto was about to finish, with the way his lover was crying, the way his face turned dark red and with the scratching "are you going to cum, baby? Go ahead" "Please -Lucifer ca! Ohh... C-cumming!" Mephisto cried out as he shot milky white cum all over his stomach

Lucifer looked down at his boyfriend, the tears on his cheeks, the flush on his face and the new spot of cum running into his bellybutton. He chuckled "looks like you need a bath." Lucifer pulled out, watching the lube pour out of Mephisto. "Aren't.. Don't you want to cum?" the darker man whispered. "No, I find my truest pleasure comes from watching you, my dear. Now let's go into that bath"

"You'll have to carry me"

"Don't have to tell me twice"

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #sub obey me #mephiluci #obey me mephistopheles #obey me lucifer smut #obey me mephistophele smut #sub!mephistopheles #I DID IT!!!#deleted the first fic so ughhhh #logan talks

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fourmula1 · 2 years ago

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summer of cum day 31: handjobs

max/daniel. 469 words. after spa.

“Cardio and wrist training, huh?” Daniel asks, laughing into the kiss Max plants on him as soon as they’re alone in the cabin of Max’s plane. “Wanna get started now?”

Max laughs, too, and bites at Daniel’s lip as he tugs at Daniel’s hips to get him to climb over and straddle Max’s thighs.

“Shut up,” Max says as he slides his big hands up Daniel’s back beneath his t-shirt, pulling Daniel in closer as he kisses him deeper.

As soon as they were able to get out of the track they were whisked away to Max’s plane for the short trip back to Monaco, and Daniel was grateful for the fact that no one else was flying with them; just the crew, who knew well enough to mind their business and leave them alone. Daniel always appreciated their discretion.

Especially right now because Max’s hand is slipping into Daniel’s shorts and squeezing his ass, and Daniel can’t help but to roll his hips down against Max’s for a brief moment of sweet friction, before Max is urging him to lift up a bit to get Daniel’s shorts down enough to free his dick and curl his hand around it.

“Wrist training,” Max smirks into the kiss, Daniel shuddering as Max drags his hand slowly, slowly, slowly up and down Daniel’s dick. Max knows perfectly well what Daniel likes, how tight to hold him, where to press his thumb, and Daniel whines as he pulls back to look down at the way Max is touching him.

He sighs as he drops his forehead to Max’s shoulder, watching Max jerk him off and loving it. It’s comfortable and safe and happy and hot knowing that Max just. Wants to touch him. Still. Always. Still.

After years, and Daniel getting older and greyer and with more crinkles around his eyes. He loves Max, and he knows Max loves him, and he stopped feeling weird or worried about the idea of Max moving on to someone hotter or younger a long time ago now. They’re it. Daniel knows.

Thinking about it is maybe what makes him come faster than he normally would from just a handjob, but he gasps a moan as he spills over Max’s hand, rocks his hips as he rides it out, meets Max in another kiss when Max’s freehand cups his jaw to lift his head and bring their lips together.

“Fuuuck,” Daniel groans, biting at Max’s lip. “You’re so good,” he says, shuddering a bit with the aftershocks as Max lets him go, reaches for the discarded warm towel he’d received upon boarding, and cleans his hand.

Daniel’s still straddling Max, dick out and soft now, but he doesn’t care, just kisses his man and wraps is arms around Max’s neck to kiss him deeper, more, more.

#canNOT believe i did another entire month challenge #I DID IT!!!#maxiel #summerofcum2023 #my ficlet

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baronessblixen · 1 year ago

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O Holy No (10/10)

Today's prompt: elf on the shelf proposal

Summary: It's Christmas morning. (wc: 1,152)

Tagging @today-in-fic

“Mr. Mulder is Santa!” A child screams, and then a chorus breaks out, and someone tugs at Mulder's sleeve while another child jumps up on the couch with him and Scully. What a way to wake up.

“What is going on?” he asks groggily, staring into a young child’s face. Freckles, red hair, and a very familiar nose. She must be a Scully, but he’s forgotten her name.

“Santa came,” the girl says in awe. “I think,” she trails off, taking a deep breath, “I think he brought a bike.” Mulder’s heart swells watching how excited the child is. Maybe one day he and Scully... he doesn't have the time to think of what if's and possibilities, because this girl isn't done interrogating him.

“Are you really Santa?” she asks him, her expression showing the familiar skepticism.

“Maybe,” he says and the girl’s eyes grow wide.

“He’s not Santa,” one of the older kids says. “He’s Aunt Dana’s boyfriend.”

“Auntie Dana is married to Santa Claus!”

“Hey Scully,” Mulder says, while the kids start looking through the gifts, the adults filing into the living room, not even half as excited as their offspring. “Did you hear? We’re married now.”

“Hm?” She’s barely awake, cracking open an eye. How she slept through all this is a mystery to him. She can sleep anywhere, anytime – and through everything. It makes him fall in love with her just a little bit more. After last night, he didn’t think that was possible. The gift she gave him means more to him than he could put into words. And then there was what she said to him. I love you. She said it, the three small words. The jury is still out on how they’ll cope once they’re back in the real world, away from this candy cotton-flavored fairytale they’re living. But he’s hopeful. He’s a believer.

“Let’s get some coffee, hm?” Mulder helps her up and leads a sleepy Scully into the kitchen where they meet Mrs. Scully.

“Good morning, you two.” She and Mulder exchange a smile, Scully goes straight for the coffee. “Do you have any idea who did this?” Mrs. Scully asks and points at the kitchen table where an elf sits with an engagement ring in his hand. She’s looking at him as if waiting for him to admit that he’s the one who put it there, ready to ask Scully for her hand in marriage. For once, he's completely clueless.

“Um,” is all that he gets out. Scully, now with a cup of coffee in her hand, joins him and almost chokes.

“Mulder?” she asks, her voice squeaky.

“No,” he says quickly. “It wasn’t me. I swear.”

“It was me,” Bill says, walking into the kitchen with Matthew in his arms. Both father and son look like they didn’t get much sleep. “I had some help from my own little elf, right, Matty?” The boy grins up at his father.

“You’re already married,” Scully says

“I know, but I-” he trails off when Tara walks into the kitchen. Mulder just watches the two of them, a smile appearing on his face. “There she is,” Bill says, reaching for her hand. Tara comes cheerfully, giggling, and exchanging looks with the rest of them.

“What is happening here? Why is our elf on the shelf holding a ring? Bill?”

“Tara Scully, I want to ask you to marry me – again. We had to get married so quickly last time because I was leaving. This time I want us to have the big wedding you always dreamed about. Our son will be there, and our families. What do you say?”

“Oh, Bill.” She throws herself at her husband and her son who squeals in delight. Mrs. Scully, teary-eyed, joins in. Mulder pushes Scully towards her family and she goes willingly. He just watches the moment, glad he was able to witness it.

“That is the best Christmas gift you could have given me,” Mulder hears Tara whisper, crying openly. He wants to quietly slip away, thinking he should leave them alone now. Someone grabs his arm and to his surprise, it’s not his Scully.

“I’m hoping you’ll be there, too. When Tara and I get married,” Bill says. “As my sister’s date.” Mulder swallows hard and nods.

“I’d love that. Congrats, by the way.” Bill gives him a handshake and a nod. Maybe one day they will manage a hug. Looks like this won’t be the last time he’s present at a family event.

“So,” Mulder says later, with Scully tugged into his side on the couch, the Christmas celebrations going on around them. “Your brother invited me to his wedding.”

“He did.”

“It was a cute proposal.” He’s not going to ask her any time soon. Or maybe ever. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life next to her. They don’t need the party or the paper. “Hey, maybe at the wedding we can investigate the case of the stolen purple dildo.” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Scully chuckle.

“You’re not going to give up on it, are you?” she asks him, her head against his shoulder.

“Have you ever known me to give up?” he jokes, but when she turns to him, she’s serious.

“No,” she says. “I haven’t. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

“What are the others?” He’s grinning. He can’t stop. If he could, he’d preserve this moment in time. As if reading his mind, Mrs. Scully and her new digital camera find them. She’s smiling when she asks him to sit still so she can take a picture. Mulder puts his arm around Scully and grins. This is the first of many. Maybe he’ll frame it and put it up, too. Just like his picture of Samantha.

A part of him will always peek into the past, remembering his little sister. But he can commemorate this too. His and Scully’s love; a slice of happiness. He doesn’t know what’s to come, but he’s ready for it. Scully smiles at him, kisses his cheek, and giggles, mumbling something about him being scratchy. And Mulder laughs, too, the happiness just bubbling up inside of him.

Tomorrow they’ll face the world again. Mulder knows he’ll have to talk to Diana. Make her see and understand that all he’s interested in is her friendship. If she won’t listen, he’ll let her go. While spending the day with Scully and her family, Mulder gets an email with a possible new case. He shows it to Scully and he sees the interest flicker in her eyes. But that’s for later. He shuts off his phone and Scully raises an eyebrow.

“The only person I’d want to hear from today is currently giving me an adorable look.” She kisses him, laughing against his lips.

This is, without a doubt, his favorite Christmas ever.

#ficmas2023 #oholyno #i did it!!!#thank you for reading <3 #means the world to me #cause this was something new for me #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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