#Navis Drabbles

[residentfromnowhere]

| CLICKED | PART: 2

ModernAU!SanemiShinaguzawaXAFABReader

TW: Narcissism, Threats, Mentions of Manipulation, minor violence, Mentions of Verbal Abuse, mentions of Mental abuse and Angst

“What? What the fuck did you just say?”

With the initial shock now gone, you slowly straighten yourself and a calm feeling washes over you. “Let’s break up.” You say while continuing to keep eye contact with him. At first, he laughed. Thinking it was just a joke but when he looked back at you to see your once angered face turn into an almost icy look, he stopped laughing. All of these years of dating and he’s never seen you like this nor heard you speak like this. He’s used to you being docile and letting things like his shitty mood and horrible playboy behavior slide so imagine the shock he felt when he seen that you were serious.

The silence between you too was deafening but you couldn’t careless. It was as if you were going through the five stages of grief but instead skipped to the in between of depression and acceptance. You didn’t know wether to laugh or cry but knew you were done. Done with the lies, the gaslighting, the constant feeling of walking on eggshells, all of it. You were no longer able to react to him and his antics. So now, you’re doing what you should have done years ago, breaking it off.

“Stop fucking with me.” He says with a half serious half humored tone. “You don’t want to leave me.” When he looked to see if you had reacted, he was met with the same icy look as before which made him straighten himself up. “You can’t. You have no where to go and no one to go to. Unless you have money to pack up your shit and leave my place, you’re stuck with me.” He says with a shit faced smirk. It quickly faded though once you started to pickup your purse and stand up from your seat. He didn’t like this.

“Then I’ll leave.”

He froze. You? Leave him? What the fuck was going on? The indifference wasn’t something he was used to. He would never admit it but he loved getting reactions out of you. Whether its distress, anger, sadness or even hatred, it gave him a thrill. He never imagined you pulling the plug and completely checking out of the relationship. You were supposed to be the submissive type. The type that was just happy to be there and not speak up, not this. This was not a part of the plan. THIS was not how he was about to be dumped.

“Really? You’re leaving me over some stupid fucking joke?” He says as he slams his hands on the table, making several people turn around. You don’t know what came over you but you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you looked over your shoulder and sighed. Your facial expression made him shudder and angered him at the same time. It wasn’t one of sadness or anger, it was one of pity and regret and he couldn’t handle being pitied.

“I’ll find a ride home and by the time you get back, me and my stuff will be gone.” You say while leaving the table. “Like hell it will be, Y/N. sit back down and talk to me!” He says through gritted teeth as he suddenly grabs your arm and snatches you backwards, almost causing you to fall. “Who the fuck do you think you a-“

As if something came over you, you instinctively swung around and threw a punch. It must of landed because you suddenly felt your arm being freed. As your right fist connected to the left side of his jaw, a pop could be heard across the restaurant which made everyone gasp and stand up. His face started to twist as the realization hits him that you damn near knocked him out and that you were never weak, just unwilling to stoop to his violent level.

Before he could get up, you were gone and security stepped in to remove him. You quickly left and as he was being detained, you could hear him screeching in the background insults and “you will be back, you always come back!” over and over again. You don’t stop though, you just hurry and try to make it back before he does.

It’s been almost two hours since and you’re almost fully packed. Memories good and bad flood your mind as you pick up the remains bags of the floor. You do one last look around before You quickly grab your bags, and start heading out the back. Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you left and you weren’t planning on giving him the time of day. You were tired of it all and the last thing you needed was to be manipulated into staying once again. This was it. This was the last time.

As you walk out the door, you spot a picture frame with the first photo you both took together years prior. You shake any thoughts of staying out of your head and proceed to close the door behind you. This was your fresh start and the beginning to a new and amazing life. Little did you know that your absence will be the beginning of the end for Sanemi.

[lxdymoon0357]

If you have the time, would it be possible for you to write something about the reader and Phineas being in an arranged marriage? Could be a headcannon or a oneshot.

(Warnings: mentions of poisoning.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Arranged and strange..and jealous..?

Phineas Lapileon was your dear husband, one you could actually stay on civil terms with..Of-course it was hard to actually be friendly, with his strong walls around him to refuse to let anyone in who is not his family, it was as if the entire family did not like anyone aside from their members.

Phineas was your darling husband, you adored him sure..wanted to be romantic, yes...But sadly, like his beauty, it was forbidden to have his heart it seemed, being on cold terms with you.

Asking him to go somewhere with you, it left simple but rather scathing news, "Do whatever you like, dear...I don't care, really" he'd say with a simple polite smile

But once in a while, his smile would be there, a compliment here and there, a kiss to your lips...

It was nice, it was some of the only time you actually felt like you were married to him, you knew it was rather pathetic to hold onto him if his feelings were there for someone else, but he kept civil terms with you.

Of-course conversation to conversation, Pereshati said it had something within family secret but she wasn't allowed to tell you more than that. Lapileons also mostly kept to themselves..

But Lapileons have to show face, being one of the most noble families in the empire, it was only polite.

So of-course you were there, decorated like a real-life doll with expensive clothes and jewellery, making conversations with some noble-man who was rather flattering, smiling sweetly to you,

"Well, it's not quite common to find someone to gorgeous in the empire, beauty is common..but stunning ethereal one likes yours? Rather rare..!" the man whispered, making you almost giggle..No usual how someone was this kind, as you thank them for their compliments, feeling your heart also flutter.

Phineas stood aside, downing his third glass of alcohol, Therdeo and Pereshati beside him, both of them rather concerned but ignored it..talking with other nobles to seem polite, while Phineas' eyes bore into the back of your head with the man,

"Do wherever you want..Why would you want to be with me? I'm just strange..."

That was all his mind ran on, as he watched you giggle with the man, so much happier than you ever seemed with him... Of-course it's not too long,before he actually walks over to lean over and gently kiss your lips all of a sudden,

"Dear, family is calling us" he whispered with a gentle smile making you smile back and butterflies produce in your tummy. Phineas gently helps you up with his gloves hand, his other hand was ungloved, but he kept picking at his nails with his thumbs.

As you two are walking away, he hears a little clang as the man drops his fork. As you walked ahead, he smiles turning back to the man, picking up with fork with his hands, and hands it back to him, before hissing softly,

"Don't you suppose it's rather pathetic to flatter someone else's wife? Are you really that alone and desperate? Please stop acting like a pig." he said to the man bluntly, glare in his eyes but as Phineas leaned back a small sweet smile graced his lips as he handed the fork back to the man.

Upon sitting in the carriage, Pereshati and Therdeo in another carriage, Phineas' hands stay lingering on yours as he leans his head on top of yours, being rather abnormally tall..As he fitted the other glove on his hand, smiling. Smiling softly as he gently kissed your forehead,

"my darling wife." he whispers, as you giggle and lean against him..It was rather nice when his walls fall down for you, as you gently kiss his lips, making Phineas smile, but not from the kiss...

Phineas can almost hear the cry of the man gasping for breath from the poison in his throat from Phineas's nail where he made himself bleed by picking at it in his head..and it's rejuvenating.

[drabblesandsnippets]

Imagine... (‘here, take my jacket’)

Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

December Daze Challenge - Day 1 - @the-slumberparty

Warnings: (410w) possessive Bucky (willing reader), mention of rough sex

Imagine dating possessive, beefy Bucky. He’d be so obsessed with you, making sure you only have eyes for him, giving you everything you could ever want. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you, squeezing your soft flesh every chance he got, growling all the things he loves about you, all the things he plans to do you. At his insistence, you’d wear as little as possible around the house, giving him every opportunity to admire and touch what’s his. You don’t even mind when you go out and he makes it obvious to everyone around who you belong to, his intimidating metal arm visible and gleaming under the lights. And when the stares start to get to him, men leering at your curves, their eyes lingering far too long in places that have Bucky seeing red, he’d offer you his jacket. You’d barely have a chance to respond before he’d drape it over you, buttoning the collar to secure it around your shoulders, shielding more of your body from view. When you’re feeling extra bold, you’d ‘accidentally’ let the button pop open, his jacket barely falling off before he’d grab it and give you a warning look that you’re playing with fire. All it’d take is a slight shrug and a soft laugh as if you’re daring him and he’d pull you into a darkened alley, pushing you up against the rough bricks to remind you who's in charge. He’d put his jacket back around you, make sure you’re comfortable, but his hands would be anything but gentle. Metal fingers inside your bra, squeezing your tit, pinching your nipple - his right hand under your skirt, ripping your tights to find you dripping for him. He’d make you moan his name, listen to you beg him to fuck you, tease you about wanting to get caught. And when you'd get too loud, he’d pull you into a sloppy kiss to silence your cries, your legs wrapped around him as he relentlessly fucked you, his bruising thrusts leaving you breathless. He wouldn’t stop until you came at least three times, your pliant body being held up by his metal arm, his other hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you from hitting against the wall as he slammed into you, your tight heat milking him dry. Afterwards, he’d take you home and clean you up - probably just to get you dirty all over again, but it's not like you'd ever complain.

Imagine... Masterlist | Day 2

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Good Tidings Your Way Come

Warnings: non/dubcon, allusions to stalking, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: An old face shows up without welcome.

Character: Johnny Storm

Day Three of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - new SO at the family dinner

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You take out the pies you baked the night before and put them on the shelf, juggling around the contents of the fridge to accommodate prepped dishes. Your meticulously planned schedule is outlined on the magnetic whiteboard. The turkey is in and all else has to be timed precisely.  

As you get out the stuffed olives to put pit on the wooden board with all the cheeses and crackers, the doorbell rings. You set the jar down and wipe your hands on your apron. You huff as you hurry out of the kitchen. 

"Why are you knocking?" You call to the door, "go ahead and come on in. You know the rules. Just kick the snow off--" 

You grab the handle, even as you beckon to the expected visitor. One of a few. Maybe their hands are full. Naima is always far too ambitious. You're not quite sure where your youngest got that from. 

You blink at the figure on the other side. It isn't who you expect. Not any of your daughters. It's not anyone you would expect to see on the holiday you've been coveting all month, along with the time off. 

Johnny smiles as he hugs a cardboard box, tufts of tissue paper and bows peeking out over the top. Your face and your heart fall. How did he find you? 

"Hey, cookie, happy holidays," he winks. "Mmm," he sniffs emphatically, "smells good. You still put cranberries in your stuffing." 

You cheeks twitch. You clutch the edge of your apron and gulp, "Johnny, what are you doing here?" 

"Ah, go on, ask me how I found you? You know I hate niceties," he shoves the box towards you, "those are for the girls." 

"Girls?" You utter. 

"Naima, Marcie  and... what was it...Evelina." He recites as he jiggles the box in his arms.  

"How--" 

"Brrr, it's chilly," he steps close until the box presses to you. "Sure is coming down." 

You stare at him, stunned. You bring your arms up to take the box as he sidles in past you. That little voice that follows you from consciousness to nightmare nags in your ear. Stop him! What are you doing? 

"Just gotta warm up," he looks around the entry way as he rubs his hands together, his fingers lighting with licking flames as the air ripples with the heat. That's what you're doing. Being smart. "Too bad about the old place. Heard the landlord was pissed." 

You stare at his hands and the flames that threaten his leather jacket. He's entirely unbothered as his flesh is unaffected by the fire. He parts his hands and snaps his fingers. The flames die. 

"You know pecan's my fave. You make it this year?" 

You can't speak. One mistake. One stupid act of charity and now you're cursed. One year isn't long enough yet you don't think he'll wait so long the next tome. 

"Apple, pumpkin, and pecan," your voice creaks. 

"Mmm, delicious," he unzips his jacket slowly. "Dessert to go with..." he eyes you up and down, "dessert." 

"Please, why are you here?" 

"It's the holidays. It's a time to spend with those who matter--" 

"Johnny," you plead. 

"Don't." He snaps, "you always pulled that pathetic act, didn't you? And I spent all that time trying to comfort you only for you to ditch me--" 

"You... it was a misunderstanding. I only ever wanted a friend," you sniff. 

"I didn't. I just wanted you but I guess you thought you were too fucking good," he sneers. "Funny, seeing as the ex dumped you for that young EA of his." 

"Stop--" you say. 

"Huh, you're right. We don't need to stay hung up on old wounds. It's a time for cheer. To be together." He bends to unlace his boots. "Can't wait to meet the family." 

You watch him move his boots onto the mat. He stands straight and takes the box back. You shiver as his blue eyes stick to you. 

"How about you come back tomorrow--" 

"So you can run again? You're not getting away. Not doing this to me again." 

"I didnt--" you choke as his eyes blaze a vibrant orange. 

"This is an old house. Nice. Bet the baseboards are real oak. I mean foundation's probably concrete but not much without walls." He smirks as he meets your eye, "so, should we put these under the tree?" 

"Um, sure," you agree. 

His threats are subtle but not missed. Your daughters, your home, you. It could all be destroyed by the snap of his fingers. Literally. 

"Probably a bit awkward at first," he says as he enters the living room without invitation.  

You close the front door before you follow. You hover at the door anxiously. He bends to put down the box and unpacks each present before delicately placing them under the decorated tree. 

"I mean, the age difference might be a bit shocking," he stands up with the empty box and it flashes into cinder, falling to the floor in a pile of ash. "Should probably sweep that up, honey." 

You give him a long look. He doesn’t flinch. You leave him to get the broom and dustpan. You return as he nonchalantly paces the room. He admires the decor, toying with the ornaments on the mantel and running his finger along the hanging tinsel. A wisp of smoke wisps after the motion but no sparks fly. 

You gather up the mess on the floor and dump it in the bin. You shut away the broom and pan. Back in the living room, he admires the hung portraits of your daughters. He’s very deliberate in his examination. 

“It’s okay, you know? We’ll work through it as a family. I can only imagine it might be a little weird. To think of how you seduce me. A much younger man than you--” 

“Johnny, I get it. You don’t have to—If you just go, we can talk about this later--” 

“Talk,” he says sharply. “We did a lot of that. Talk, talk, talk,” he puppets his hand with the syllables and faces you. “Then you ran.” 

“I appreciate everything you did for me, but I wasn’t ready--” 

“It’s been over a year so are you ready now?” He snickers as he comes closer, “I mean, that’s rhetorical so...” 

Your lip quivers as he stops right in front of you. His gaze bores into you then slowly descends. He brings his hand up to run his thumb across your lower lip as he bites his own. You wince and he angles his hand to grab your chin gruffly. 

“I’ve waited longer than that. I’ve been patient.” He takes a breath and tilts his head dangerously. “I’ve known where you are. I sat and I watched. Baby, I gave you all the time you need to get past that deadbeat husband.” 

Your lashes web with unspent tears as you pout. You can feel the heat in his hand, ready to singe at his smallest whim. He pulls you toward him and you tense. His breath sizzles around you. 

He raises his other hand and the air whisks as flames jump to life around his digits. You watch them encase his flesh and the thick golden signet around his middle finger. His eyes follow yours to the spectacle of his fiery touch. He looms it closer to you and chokes a whimper for you. The air roils across your face. 

He closes his fist and the flames go out. He’s toying with you. You search his face for any hint of mercy. For any strand of the man you once believed he was. His blue eyes are icy even if his touch is searing. 

He walks you back and you yelp as he lowers his hand to grab your hip. He spins you and you catch yourself on the armchair just in front of you. He jerks you as he tugs on your jeans, the button tugging before popping out to dangle on the thread. He bares your ass as you brace the frame of the chair. 

You cry out as hot metal burns into your flesh. He presses his knuckles against your soft flesh as the ring brands a welt into your flesh. He keeps it there until your whining and writhing, his other hand still hooked around your neck. 

He pulls you back until your spine arches. He steps closer and crushes his hand between your ass and his crotch. He huffs and snarls. 

“This time, you won’t forget who you belong to,” he twists his hand so the metal burns deeper into your skin. “Now stop fucking crying. It’s a special day, we don’t need you ruining it.”

There's voices from outside. You know them well. You flick your lashes as Johnny lets you go and swipe away your tears. You can't ruin today, not for your girls.

"That's a good girl. They wouldn't wanna see mommy crying," he heads for the door. "Especially for no reason. No one likes a drama queen."

You suck back the last of your horror. It's just what needs to be done. Not just to keep yourself safe, but to keep them safe. You were wrong when you thought running would do that. 

[cerine0357]

May I ask some general headcanons about Hyejun Shimizu?

oc: The Shimizu family:-

Hyejun Shimizu X Reader

-:: Summary: Oh my! New articles come out!! The richest family, THE Shimizus, eldest son is dating someone?! What does this special someone experience in their relationship??

-:: Fluff|| Headcanons, scenarios|| mentions of nudity, sex, chaebols and rich people in general, paps too. This is small|| Normal/semi-yandere version of OC.

-:: Author's notes: Thank you so much for requesting this!! I guess people really like the eldest son!

Hyejun Shimizu dating HCs

≔ Hyejun is the eldest of his family, the heir of some of the larger business on his dad's side, which he was all too glad to take up, being a chaebol of sorts..he's been trained for this since he was happily ready to take his dad's work he had lots of interest in.

≔ While this gave his siblings the chance to actually choose their own careers, it made him just as busy as his parents, if not slightly more being trained and also enjoying his youth, weirdly like any other nepo baby.

≔ So while he's incredibly kind, it takes a bit to get his attention which you somehow managed and managed to have the eldest Shimizu son eating out of the palms. Literally...And soon that obsession furthered, until it spills over the Baccarat crystal glasses of his heart with a stupid fat crush.

≔ Him crushing on you is one experience and DATING HIM is a whole another one. Publicity everywhere like what do you mean the RICHEST family, literal TRLLIONAIRES', The Shimizus, eldest son was DATING SOMEONE?! And it's not someone from the chaebol circles?! IT's like a k-drama, are you serious?!

≔ I mean, it's insane. Articles all asking who you were, why are you dating him? How did you even gain access to his heart when some of the prettiest chaebols daughters and sons couldn't?? It's a title worthy the front pages for weeks, months even. Demanding Shimizu Reoiji to explain it out, which his father doesn't bother to.

≔ What do you want? A trip to cleanest beaches? Want to watch a movie in a football stadium? Want him to customize world's most expensive car for you with your name fixed in your favourite coloured diamonds on the bonnet so while he pounds you over it, so you can see your name on the most expensive car to exist. To see HIS LOVE and his sweetheart's name, YOUR name.

≔ He gets you multiple Richard-Mille watches, if you like them. Gets the literal designeers of the biggest brands to personally make you outfits. Gifts you jewellery which is equal to a small country's GDP? It's all yours. And don't say no, you can't....because he will give them to you.

≔ He rents out a whole hallways in the bigger resorts so you two can chase each other, for fun, and get privacy. If you have pets, brings them to resorts, where animals are not allowed, money fixes a lot of things, you learned..But some Hyejun stays humble, despite his pride. And being his father's carbon copy, people are scared shitless.

≔ But, leaving the 'eat the rich' style he has. He might like to do your hair for you, mainly cause he's been doing his sister's hairs and even his mum's or his nanny's hair if they'd let him. I like to think he was a lone hair under a phone protect screen in his past life or he just has a very deep fixation on learning to do every texture of hair and even style. He likes to accessorize a lot to, hope you have accessories in mind!~

≔ He is a good communicator too, saw his mum and da have a healthy relationship with them always finding time for each other despite balancing large businesses and their 22 children, including him, and even his fair-few nannies ro servants working in the manor in his teenage years taught him how to be a good boyfriend, they were also his guidors alongside his parents and he communicated all on how to be a healthy partner with his siblings when they came of age.

≔ He communicates his feelings, but he does get very busy and sometimes a bit haughty and out of touch because he was raised a trillionaire nepo baby. Forgive him, he was always spoiled, stupid hoe, but we love him for that!~

≔ At times, he hires cleaners for all your chores at your house, who clean the house for you while you overwatch and his personal bodyguards look after you. You are likely added into wills of his bodyguards, they know so much with how much Hyejun talks to them about you.

≔ He sometimes makes you playlist, buys you premium for all apps you want, lets you put bows in his hair, but he hopes he can take them out before he enters meetings. He cooks a little bit, because sure they have a private chef..but they were also taught how to cook by their nannies a little bit. Though he's always willing to try to make food from your culture, what do you like, what did you at everyday? A dessert?

≔ he takes you spa treatment twice every month where he reminds everything in his body with you, gets a bit jealous of someone massaging you, but does nothing except pout and look at you with his round eyes and you left him massage your feet at the end of the day after you're both done.

≔ He would find it hard..but maybe after marriage and after the point where you both are mentally married because you've both been dating so long, it's really no surprise. He'll take you camping with his family, including extended family members where you both share a tent and with a strict budget for everything. It's like fifty nepos and you, a humble quween.

≔ Once he learns what "us" texts are, h's sending them all to you. He might want to send himself texts, but he doesn't wanna feel alone, so he makes a chat with Izumi, Hyuna, Hyunizo, Ayano, Ilseong, Dejiyo and his mum which is labelled "photos of my [NAME]" and there isn't even a photo of you.

≔ But it does have a photo of an antique plate which has a porcelain bear with blanket sleeping on the plate, a photo of a plank with water drops shaped vaguely like a heart, Hyunizo's bag which has a real clam keychain which holds his earphones besides a keychain of a tiny glass heart shaped perfume bottle, some opalescent, translucent tea cups from 1930s.

≔ Sun falling on sheets in the vague shape of a face, a little button on Reoiji's suit with your first name's initial, someone's nails done inspired by Monet painting, two sunflowers facing each other, neon glowing heart shaped handles in a rave club, a pair of heels in the window of a shop besides a pair of dark leather loafers, a ribbon besides a vintage watch and an open sandwich with a piece of egg snuggled between two pieces of lettuce like a luxurious scarf or blanket.

≔ Makes a pinterest and it's solely for photos and aesthetics he thinks you'd enjoy; from pretty nails to clothes to aesthetics or simply ideas of couples and he even stalks your pinterest to see what you want to get it for you.

© cerine0357. All characters belong to me; Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

[societyfolklore]

White Wine In The Sun

Title: White Wine In The Sun (Prompt- let's go somewhere warm for the winter)   Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary:  It’s been years since Bucky has truly celebrated Christmas, but this year, he finds himself reluctantly agreeing to spend the holidays with you at your childhood home—a sunny, warm retreat in Australia.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  Romance, Little Angsty and Fluff, Kissing A/N: Another entry for @the-slumberparty December daze challenge- Day 16) As an Australian Christmas is a different experience for us.. Also it’s 40+/104 degrees here today LOL taking inspo from White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin

The sound of jet engines roared in the background as Bucky adjusted his duffle bag over his shoulder, glancing down at the boarding pass in his hand. A flight to Melbourne, Australia, was far from how he imagined spending his Christmas. He looked over at you, the excitement on your face unmistakable as you juggled your carry-on and passport.

"You sure you want to drag me along for this?" he muttered, his tone low but tinged with humour.

You smiled at him, nudging his arm. "I'm not dragging you. You're coming willingly. Mostly."

He huffed, shaking his head but allowing you to guide him toward the gate. "Just remember, this was your idea," he said, though there was no bite to his words.

As you boarded the plane and found your seats, Bucky couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He had never been one for big family gatherings, and the thought of spending Christmas with your family in a small country town made him a little anxious. But as he looked over at you, he saw the excitement in your eyes and knew he couldn't say no.

The flight was long, but eventually, you arrived in Melbourne and made your way to the rural property where you grew up. The drive long from the capital, though Bucky could practically watch you vibrate in the driver's seat next to him, the aircon already blasting in the car. You regaled him with stories of Christmases past in in the country. “Down here, Christmas is typically BBQ, white wine, beers and prawns.” You did wonder if Bucky would miss snow and roaring fires. He listened quietly, his lips quirking into small smiles when you told him about your dad’s chaotic attempts to make pavlova and your siblings’ insistence on Christmas karaoke when everyone got too drunk or had to much sugar.

“It’s… different,” Bucky said cautiously as he looked out car window, watching the paddocks of dry grass and gumtrees past by.

“You’ll love it,” you assured him, squeezing his hand. “It might not be snowy and cold, but it’s still magical. And I want you to experience it with me.” The house was a beautiful, some old farm house with a wrap-around veranda and large trees surrounding it. Dogs running around the gardens by the house as the car pulled up the long drive. As you stepped out of the car, Bucky followed getting hit in the face by the stifling heat that seemed to not affect you at all as he took in the sights and sounds of the property. You led him to the front door, Bucky looked uncomfortable in the heat already.  Your parents came bustling out to greet you, their enthusiasm immediately overwhelming Bucky, though he managed a polite smile as they pulled you into hugs.

“And this must be Bucky,” your mom said warmly, extending a hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Thank you for having me,” he said, his voice quiet but genuine.

Your dad clapped him on the back, nearly making him stumble. “Come on in! Bet you’re starving after that flight.” “Your fathers even put the aircon on.” “Oh it is a special occasion!” You chime trying not to laugh as you both got ushed inside into the cool. “Thought your poor boy might melt on us if I didn’t.” You hoped Bucky had been around you long enough to understand ‘Australian’ humour or this might be a long few days for him.

Thankfully  Bucky adjusted to the unorthodox holiday traditions your family embraced. He helped your dad man the BBQ as more family descended on the house, earning approving nods for his efficient handling of the steaks. Your sister arrival  with her small family resulted in your shrieking like someone had doused you in ice water, Bucky had barely enough time to register what was going on before you took off sprinting across the lawn almost taking her to the ground in a hug  while her husband carried their new infant daughter from the car. “ABBY!” Abby squealed in delight, squeezing you just as tightly as you embraced her, both of you laughing like kids again. “Oh my God, look at you! You’re glowing!” you exclaimed, pulling back to hold her at arm’s length. “And her! Let me see her!”

Her husband chuckled, carefully shifting the tiny bundle in his arms toward you. “Meet baby Lucy,” he said proudly.

Your heart melted instantly as you reached for the baby, cradling her with practiced ease. “Oh, Abby, she’s perfect,” you breathed, your eyes misting as you took in the soft, delicate features of your new niece. Lucy yawned, her tiny face scrunching up before settling into a peaceful expression, and you swore your heart grew three sizes.

“Bucky!” you called over your shoulder, your excitement brimming over. “Come ‘ere! You ‘ave to meet her!”

Bucky, who had just finished placing a perfectly grilled steak onto a serving tray for your dad, looked up from the BBQ. He hesitated for only a moment, his brows knitting together in a mix of curiosity and cautiousness, before making his way over.

“This is Bucky,” you introduced as he approached, your smile wide as you gestured to him with one hand while still holding Lucy in the other. “And Bucky, this is my sister Abby, her husband Jake, and the newest addition to the family—baby Lucy.”

Abby gave Bucky a once-over, her expression swiftly turning approving. “So ‘is is the famous Bucky,” she said, her voice teasing. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Bucky glanced at you, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “All good things, I hope.”

“Mostly,” Abby teased with a smirk before extending her hand. “Welcome to the chaos. If you survived the BBQ, you’re halfway there.”

Bucky shook her hand, his grin softening. “Thanks. And congrats, by the way. She’s beautiful.”

“Want to ‘old her?” Jake asked suddenly, catching everyone off guard. He stepped closer, offering the baby to Bucky.

“Oh, uh…” Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively stepped back. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“You’ll be fine mate,” Jake assured him with a friendly smile. “She’s lighter than a ‘ag of flour. ‘ust support her head, and you’re golden.”

“Go on,” you encouraged gently, your voice filled with warmth. “She wont bite—yet.”

Reluctantly, Bucky nodded, his expression a mix of uncertainty and determination. Jake carefully handed Lucy over, and Bucky held her with the same precision and care he might handle a priceless artifact. His metal hand rested firmly under her body, supporting her weight as his flesh hand cradled her head.

For a moment, everything seemed to pause. Lucy stirred slightly, her tiny fist waving in the air before she settled again, and Bucky let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“She likes you,” Abby said softly, her teasing replaced with genuine warmth.

Bucky’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile as he looked down at the baby in his arms. “She’s... so small,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder.

Your heart swelled at the sight. You hadn’t expected this, but seeing Bucky—calm, tender, and utterly captivated by your niece—was enough to make your chest ache with affection. You exchanged a quiet glance with Abby, her knowing smile mirroring your own.

“Well,” Jake said with a grin, “looks like Uncle Buck a natural.”

Bucky’s gaze flicked up, meeting yours with a hint of surprise at the title, but you just smiled softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” you said. “He really is.”

Your younger cousins dragged him into a backyard cricket game, where he quickly became the star player despite his initial protests. Watching him laugh as the kids cheered his every move made your heart swell as you sat with your infant niece asleep on your shoulder.

As Christmas day turned into Christmas night and the endless buffet of festive eating turned into casual grazing under twinkling string lights, you found Bucky sitting on the back veranda staring out at the horizon where the sun dipped below the trees. You joined him, handing him a cold drink. You could see a mob of roos bouncing their way across the far paddock.

“It’s different, huh?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He nodded, his gaze distant. “Yeah. Different… but nice.” He glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Your family’s great.”

“They love you already,” you said, leaning your shoulder against his. “And I love seeing you like this—relaxed, happy.”

Bucky’s smile faded slightly, his brow furrowing. “It’s not something I’m used to,” he admitted. “Being around so much… joy. It’s good, though. I’m trying.”

You reached over, taking his hand in yours. “You’re doing great, Buck. And I’m proud of you.” Bucky glanced down at your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as his expression softened. The quiet moment between you seemed to stretch, filled with the faint hum of cicadas and the distant laughter of your family inside the house.

“I didn’t think I’d fit in Doll,” he murmured, his voice low and almost hesitant. “I mean, this—your family, all this… normalcy. I wasn’t sure it was for me.”

You smiled, leaning into him just a little more. “You’re wrong, you know. You fit in just fine. Better than fine, actually. I think my dad’s ready to adopt you after that steak performance.”

A small laugh escaped him, a sound that was still rare enough to make your chest tighten with affection. “Yeah, your dad’s good people.”

“You’re good people,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “And, for the record, you’re doing a lot better than the time Uncle Rick burned half the backyard trying to light the BBQ.”

Bucky chuckled at that, the sound warming the cool night air. “Guess I’ve got that going for me.”

For a moment, the two of you simply sat there, watching the horizon as the last hints of sunlight disappeared and the stars began to blink into view. The quiet comfort between you felt like its own kind of holiday magic—simple, real, and grounding.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter, more reflective. “Thanks for bringing me here. For… all of this.”

You turned to look at him, catching the vulnerability in his expression as he stared out at the stars. “You deserved it, Bucky,” you said softly. “You deserve every bit of this—every laugh, every hug, every moment of peace.”

His hand tightened slightly around yours, and when he turned his gaze to meet yours, there was something unspoken in his eyes—something raw and grateful. “You make it easier to believe that,” he said, barely above a whisper.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Good. Because it’s true.”

The distant laughter of your family drifted out onto the porch, pulling both of you back to the present. Bucky glanced toward the house, his smile growing as he squeezed your hand. “So, when do I get my own honorary ugly Christmas shirt?”

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Oh, you’re in for it next year, Barnes. And it’s going to have tinsel.”

That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, you and Bucky found yourselves alone on the porch, the warm breeze carrying the scent countryside and flowers. The quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around you both like a blanket.

Bucky reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever have Doll,” he said quietly. “A home. A place I belong.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you leaned closer, pressing your forehead to his. “You are my home, Bucky. Always.” The kiss that followed was slow and tender, deepening as months of unspoken longing finally broke free. Bucky’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until you were both breathless. He scooped you into his arms, carrying you inside.

[shuavez]

litany 𓄧 k.mg | masterlist

summary 𓄧 every oath has a cost. every touch has a consequence. sent deep undercover into one of the city’s most illicit vampire clubs, two detectives must navigate the delicate balance between duty and desire — and survive the consequences when pretending stops feeling like pretending.

and some hungers, once fed, are impossible to starve.

tags 𓄧 detective!au, vampire!mingyu x human!reader. slow-ish burn. fake dating. friends/coworkers to lovers. ft. various svt members/idols.

warnings 𓄧 mentions of blood, death, feeding, ritualistic feedings, coercive social structures. consent is a heavy theme in this fic. eventual smut. chapter specific warnings will added to every chapter's summary.

i. tie a cherry. ii. evidence of absence.

iii. dizzy. iv. parlay. v. the rite.

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[sopestvr]

♱⠀“SPIDEY SENSE.” :⠀BLLCK BOYS !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “NO.. FREAKING.. WAY.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ †

⟣⠀IN WHICH .. sae itoshi’s beloved girlfriend is non other than spider woman herself; his unwanted, yet forced friends discovering the truth after ambushing the boy unannounced one friday evening.

⟣⠀GENRE .. boyfriend!sae xx spiderman!reader. established relationship. fluff. comedy. drabble (1.1k).

⟣⠀CONTENTS .. fem reader. fluff (sort of??). comedy reactions. spider-man universe.

✩⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“WHY ARE you guys even here? I never invited you over..” Sae inquired at the grouping of boys who cluttered by his front door, the red-head merely opening the door a slither so they couldn’t barge in.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“We just wanted to hang out. Is that so hard to believe” Oliver pestered the boy, his broad arms folding across his chest as his patience gradually grew thin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Standing alongside the man were the only other boys at Blue Lock who could actually withstand to be around Sae. Stood opposite of the boy was Oliver, Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Chigiri, and Rin; who, by unpopular demand, was dragged along by the others. He tried to refuse, but his mates were far stronger when working together.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Who is we? You damn idiots dragged me her-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Anyways, C’mon man. We just got the new Spider-Woman documentary on dvd, I know you secretly like her. Everyone does!” Bachira chimed in, shoving his hands in Sae’s face to display the brand new dvd case.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The more the boys rambled on, the more Sae continuously checked his watch; keeping tabs on the time with his eyes wandering every few seconds. It was evident that the boy was antsy, he repeatedly fidgeted with the door knob and was lifting his wrist every so often.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The only one who took note of such actions was Rin Itoshi himself, knowing how his arrogant and stubborn brother got when he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be. The dark-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at Sae’s gestures, attempting to get the guys to leave, yet he was pushed off with the boys pushing closer to Sae’s apartment door.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The time frame was becoming smaller by the millisecond, Sae’s annoyance tolerance off the charts with a vein protruding through his forehead.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You guys need to leave. Now.” Sae’s once irritation-filled voice had become stern and filled with a slight authority.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Dude, c’mon we came all the way here just for yo-” Before Isagi could finish his dreadful speech, a vague, yet fairly close whistle was heard from afar.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A striking chill spiraled up Sae’s spine, the boy instantly moving from the door and causing a few of the guys to stumble into the apartment. He hurriedly rushed across the common area, all of the boys utterly confused on seeing Sae in such a rush spontaneously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Speeding towards the living room, the boy maneuvered around all the furniture that was in the room before stopping in front of a window on the far left corner of the room. His hands were hastily fiddling with the glass locks and flipping them up, reaching for the bottom and lifting the window open.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He made sure to step away instantly, once he saw webs being shot at the edges of the window. Zips and Wooshes were heard nearing the window once the cluster of boys entered the living room, Sae groaning at the fact that they were still at his place. He knew it was too late, the inevitable was bound to happen sooner or later.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood alongside his couch; hearing the web slinging sounds get closer by the second. Before he could even acknowledge the guys, a body was shooting through the window with webs following right behind them. Sae didn’t even need to look up to know what his mates reactions were, he could just feel them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The person who flew themself into Sae’s common room had flipped their body mid air and landed on their feet, their knees being bent so that they were crouched close to the ground; a hand placed on the floor to slow down their momentum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gasps were passed all throughout the living room from the guys, Sae sighing just after. He hated the fact he couldn’t keep the guys from leaving, his annoyance only skyrocketing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the person who flew into the apartment had paid no mind to any of the boys, completely oblivious to the fact that people were in their home aside from their boyfriend. Standing from their previous crouching position, they swiftly removed their mask that covered their entire head and shook their waist-long hair out a bit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Holy shit, babe, today was literally so fucking crazy. Was trying to save people like every other day and these annoying ass paps were all in my damn face while i was literally in the middle of a fight. Did I web ‘em a bit? Maybe, pero don’t be mad, it was necessary, lo juro!” ( but / i swear ) The woman rambled on as she insensibly waltzed over to the kitchen and made her way around the island, setting her mask atop it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was entirely unaware that a group of ultimate fanboys were standing in her primary room, Sae rolling his eyes at his girlfriends heedlessness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the moment after she grabbed a drink from the fridge and spun on her heels to alas face Sae, the woman’s heart dropped into the pits of her stomach; snapple tea spitting out everywhere whilst rough coughs and heaves of air filled the antagonizing silence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Really, Y/N?” Sae sighed, continuing to face palm at his helpless girlfriend who could save an entire city just from a simple off-feeling, yet couldn’t tell when their living room was filled with annoying teenage boys.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Yo tengo asthma!” ( I have asthma ) the girl whined in between breaths, Sae walking over to her and handing her the inhaler she left on the side table in the living room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After taking a few hits at the medical tool, the girl dragged her hand down her face with an exasperated sigh exerting her lips just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“No..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Freaking..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Way..” Isagi started, Bachira interrupting the boy; along with Oliver finishing off the trios unanimous surprise.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There was no use in [Y/N] putting her mask back on, so she simply accepted her fate of having a group of random guys discovering her secret.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Sae.. Why’re they here?” [Y/N] asked with a sigh filling her tone of voice.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I’m sorry, they just showed up unannounced and walked in.” Sae sighed, glaring daggers at the boys who simply avoided eye contact with the pair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Well, in our defense, we just wanted to watch your new documentary with him!” Isagi attempted to defend him and the guys, yet earning a glare from both [Y/N] and Sae.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Yeah, okay..” the boy murmured, instantly shutting up right after he spoke.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Whatever. Doesn’t matter now that you all know, of course. And, I know you have questions cus everyone always does, so c’mon” [Y/N] accepted her destined fate, resting her chin along her wrist while awaiting the questions that were bound to suffocate her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It took the boys a moment to grasp her words before they rushed up to the kitchen island and started rambling on with questions and love confessions, [Y/N] chuckling at the sight of a pissed off Sae from the revelations.

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[choso4u]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

GOJO SATORU

GETO SUGURU

FUSHIGURO TOJI

KAMO CHOSO

MIXED DRABBLES

[residentfromnowhere]

Part 3? 👀👀

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ModernAU!SanemiShinaguzawaXAFABReader

TW: Narcissism, Threats, Mentions of Manipulation, minor violence, Mentions of Verbal Abuse, mentions of Mental abuse and Angst

“What? What the fuck did you just say?”

With the initial shock now gone, you slowly straighten yourself and a calm feeling washes over you. “Let’s break up.” You say while continuing to keep eye contact with him. At first, he laughed. Thinking it was just a joke but when he looked back at you to see your once angered face turn into an almost icy look, he stopped laughing. All of these years of dating and he’s never seen you like this nor heard you speak like this. He’s used to you being docile and letting things like his shitty mood and horrible playboy behavior slide so imagine the shock he felt when he seen that you were serious.

The silence between you too was deafening but you couldn’t careless. It was as if you were going through the five stages of grief but instead skipped to the in between of depression and acceptance. You didn’t know wether to laugh or cry but knew you were done. Done with the lies, the gaslighting, the constant feeling of walking on eggshells, all of it. You were no longer able to react to him and his antics. So now, you’re doing what you should have done years ago, breaking it off.

“Stop fucking with me.” He says with a half serious half humored tone. “You don’t want to leave me.” When he looked to see if you had reacted, he was met with the same icy look as before which made him straighten himself up. “You can’t. You have no where to go and no one to go to. Unless you have money to pack up your shit and leave my place, you’re stuck with me.” He says with a shit faced smirk. It quickly faded though once you started to pickup your purse and stand up from your seat. He didn’t like this.

“Then I’ll leave.”

He froze. You? Leave him? What the fuck was going on? The indifference wasn’t something he was used to. He would never admit it but he loved getting reactions out of you. Whether its distress, anger, sadness or even hatred, it gave him a thrill. He never imagined you pulling the plug and completely checking out of the relationship. You were supposed to be the submissive type. The type that was just happy to be there and not speak up, not this. This was not a part of the plan. THIS was not how he was about to be dumped.

“Really? You’re leaving me over some stupid fucking joke?” He says as he slams his hands on the table, making several people turn around. You don’t know what came over you but you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you looked over your shoulder and sighed. Your facial expression made him shudder and angered him at the same time. It wasn’t one of sadness or anger, it was one of pity and regret and he couldn’t handle being pitied.

“I’ll find a ride home and by the time you get back, me and my stuff will be gone.” You say while leaving the table. “Like hell it will be, Y/N. sit back down and talk to me!” He says through gritted teeth as he suddenly grabs your arm and snatches you backwards, almost causing you to fall. “Who the fuck do you think you a-“

As if something came over you, you instinctively swung around and threw a punch. It must of landed because you suddenly felt your arm being freed. As your right fist connected to the left side of his jaw, a pop could be heard across the restaurant which made everyone gasp and stand up. His face started to twist as the realization hits him that you damn near knocked him out and that you were never weak, just unwilling to stoop to his violent level.

Before he could get up, you were gone and security stepped in to remove him. You quickly left and as he was being detained, you could hear him screeching in the background insults and “you will be back, you always come back!” over and over again. You don’t stop though, you just hurry and try to make it back before he does.

It’s been almost two hours since and you’re almost fully packed. Memories good and bad flood your mind as you pick up the remains bags of the floor. You do one last look around before You quickly grab your bags, and start heading out the back. Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you left and you weren’t planning on giving him the time of day. You were tired of it all and the last thing you needed was to be manipulated into staying once again. This was it. This was the last time.

As you walk out the door, you spot a picture frame with the first photo you both took together years prior. You shake any thoughts of staying out of your head and proceed to close the door behind you. This was your fresh start and the beginning to a new and amazing life. Little did you know that your absence will be the beginning of the end for Sanemi.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hiiii...... Please do a suggestive scenario for yandere cael (my derelict favorite) x isekai fem reader(only if you're OK with it) ?? Thanks💐

(warnings: This is fucking filthy, I'm so sorry, but I'm not sorry. Afab reader. mentions of suicide. Dub-con/cnc, yandere content. Porn with half-baked plot. Manipulation using suicide, somewhat. Nipple play, dacryphilia, fingering, choking, clit play, grinding, rough sex, half-baked missionary, cowgirl, breeding kink, unprotected sex (don't do this irl, hoes, be safe), he holds your throat far too many times and chokes you far too many times, I don't know what to do with hands. Tell me if I missed something. You can also kill me for any and all spelling mistakes.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Oh, Marquis' pretty slut!

What's the easiest way to keep someone close to you? Love, marriage, gifts? Cael has tried everything...yet you were determined to go away. Go back to 'your world'. How can you do that?

Caelus doesn't want to leave, so you were stuck, holding a knife and hands shaking, the same knife moments ago held against the nerves of his neck, on his pulse. If you weren't going to be here, he was no reason to be here either!

You felt bad, leaving him unstable.. Seeing his swollen eyes, eyes glassy and round, snow-white lashes blinking up at you with so much love..it hurts. What more do you need from him?

He's so sweet, so kind, caring, protective..everything you want, everything you need. Who cares if he murdered Hestia because his marriage to her was stopping him from loving you?

Even now, as you tried to leave him, you have no idea how, but he simply pushes your head down, a near grin on his lips from seeing you almost whine as his fingers gently twisted in your pussy— knuckles deep.

His fingers feel warm, he could feel your creamy walls push down on his fingers, sucking him deep despite your wishes, "C-cael...no-plea-noo.." yu almost whined, cheek squished against the bed-frame, as you held onto it as your knees buckled.

Caelus almost smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your back as he lowered himself on his knees, looking up and admiring you as if you were his God.

"don't you feel good? Isn't it nice? Why do you wanna leave me?"

He asked, but barely gives you time to respond as he begins moving his fingers far too rough to handle, as his other hand held your other ass cheek, gently spreading it..

Cael wrapped his arm around your waist, turning you around as he sat back on the bed, crawling back, pulling you against him as his hands gently slapped your thighs, making you spread them individually,

"Oh...so pretty" he mumbled, snuggling his face against yours as you sniffled, your knuckles going white as your hands bunched in the mattress, as he put his thighs right over yours. Making sure you couldn't close them as his hands pulled you tight,

"Oh, how could you leave me...I love you..I can't live without you." he mumbled, as you felt disgust crawl in your veins as you tried not to let your eyes tear up, but his fingers gently stroked your slit, rings cold as he began rubbing your clit in tiny eight motions making you let out soft moans,

"Caeell. -Ah-Ca-el..no..hah-ngh ple-plea-pleaseee, no" you could only writhe in his tight grip as his fingers and cold rings just trace your pussy-lips softly, giving you just the pleasure but not enough—Just not enough!

Cael's fingers softly circled your clit, squeezing just gently making you arch your bag..as your hips gently shimmied to get him to press his fingers in again as he smiled.

His fingers entering, "Se-see? Hah.." he panted, feeling you grin back on his cock as he leaned his head back gently, his grip from your waist moving up your chest and around your throat, subconsciously squeezing

"Ca-caelll..No, ple-ha-please—ngh..! Ah-!" you moaned, trying to get words out as he gently pushed his middle finger in, the ring cold pressing down on his knuckles the further he pushed his finger in, the ring's coldness on the rim,

"h-hahh...ple-ss-ye-yess.." you whined, kicking your legs out as Cael's grip around your throat pressed in rougher before letting go. Your hands gently reached back, unbuckling his pants while your hips were moving on their own against his rough palm to get more stimulation on your clit as he pulled you back roughly,

"Swe-sweetheart. I'm sorry—" he panted out, his hands working faster than yours as they pulled out of you with a little whimper from Cael's own mouth and a little whine from yours.

He worked quick and before you knew it, you were straddling him as you smiled, "ha-hah...betterr, no?" hee said, a bright smile on his otherwise stoic face as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy.

Your cunt getting slick and wet, gushing despite your wishes as you whined, "no-no-ah...", "Sweetheart don't say no." Caelus said firmly, blocking your airway for a few seconds with his large hands making you whimper out and you were gonna go say something back.

But with his grip on your throat and the threatening distance the knife, he previously used to attempt to end his life, was from you and him...You barely moved, only your body seizing softly every time his cock touched your clit softly.

Caelus smiled, rubbing your waist, "..Are you okay, my dear?" he asked softly, gently holding your wrists together as you whined, feeling him gently push his cock in as your back arched,

"Ca-Cael..ple-please..no" your whined left unheard as Cael threw his head back in pleasure, forcing you down as you whimpered.Your thighs shaking as Cael 's hand reached down rubbed your clit softly trying to get you more wet,

"come-come on-uhn-mhm...shh" Cael also felt his mouth gape open as he wiggled his hips to get you to take his cock deeper,

"It's ok-ok-ayy." His fingers circling your clit far more rougher than he meant to, "You're so pretty-ohfuckfuck..mgh..mm-Hah.." Cael whined, his hand's grip tightening on your hips.

Your eyes began watering, your head thrown back and back arching as Cael shoved his face in your chest, softly pinching your nipples, making you cry out louder,

"No-ah..fu-fu-no-fuck-! Pl-pleasepleaseno-!" your thighs began shaking far more as your brain began to loose thoughts, oh fuck—

Was it just now or was Caelus of Vrandt always this big compared to you?!

Your thighs were paining as you felt whimpers, whines, drool and any thought, or coherent ones at-least, leave your brain as you joined Caelus's hands in rubbing your clit faster, your cunt juicing Cael's cock as you whimpered,

"Ah-hm..Yea-mnh, dear. Jus-just like tha-thaat-!" he panted, smiling softly. Oh, were you accepting him already? Please do..he couldn't wait to make you his spouse.

Your eyes watering, tears spilling past waterlines and a whine from your throat, sending it straight to his cock as his hands held you close, softly sucking on your nipple, making you gasp ou, "fu-fuck..hah"

"Ye-yes..Yes, I know. you're oka-okayy" he sighed out as he bottoms out, as you sighed, as he shifted back just a bit, pulling you close. Hot and white as he gently held up your thighs, gently pushing you against the bed's poster.

Pulling his hips back and slamming in as you choke out incoherent words or rather, not even words..simple incoherent sounds to get him to be somewhat gentle,

"Ah-hu-Ca-Cael. S-huh, gentle-! Plea-pleasee..Gentler" you hiccuped out, soft gasps and whines spilling over your glossed up and drooled over lips as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, sighing,

"Y-yes..My dear, I-uh, I'll-I'll t-try." he sighed, though his actions did not replicate his words or promise or agreement a he pushed his cock deeper, plunging in your warm cunt and walls, making you jerk back-and-fro with every movement of his hips.

You cried out, whining out please and soft crie..though half heard over your gasps, soft seizing of your tongue in your own mouth, choking and whine.

The entire manor would know what would be going on in the Marquis' bedroom and the likely reason it was so quiet, though usually it wasn't. Caelus pulled his head back to drink in the sight of you, clothes half-torn, hair ruined, face red, soaked and just wt as your lovely unt he was pushing his cock into.

Cael almost smiled, you were angelic right now. His hand gently cupped your cheek, wiping your tears with a smile, "M-my lovely.." he paused and hummed as if to get your attention.

Before again moving his hand to stroke your shoulder and rubbing the span of skin from under your jawline to your shoulder to pull you out of your dazed trance, "ha-hah.." you whimpered out, refusing to met his eye in disgust and anger.

Caelus did not care. He used his other hand to pinch your nipples, while pushing his cock deeper into your cunt,

"Love. Look at me." he said firmly, his hand moving you hold your throat yet again as if having found it's perfect resting place there, squeezing down, as he plunged his cock in and groaned,

"ha-hah..so perfect, if only you'd-you'd behavee.." he panted out. He pushed himself against you.

His hands right behind your knees, pulling you back onto him, so you weren't leaning against anything and slipping down onto the mattress, you were now on top. "Ha-ah..ple-m-nonono" you whimpered in horror, your thighs paining.

"Co-come on, love, Up." he smiled, leaning his head back to admire you from below you a bit as you straddled his waist.

You had sex before..yes, but you had never on top, "Chk-mm-hm ngh..Ca-Cael..ple-please-no-!" you softly whispered out, a little hiss as you felt yourself push yourself down anyway.

Oh shit—

You felt the gravity do it's toll and impale you down as you threw head back, "Caell..Pl-pleaseee.." the biiig stretch, it was far too deep..how did ti reach that part. The spongy spot being the hit of Cael's cock and it's tip and veins..

Despite it all, that gorgeous smile on Caelus's face guilted you into softly wiggling your hips to get comfy, as he pulled you roughly and smashed his lips against yours.

With the calloused ends of his nimble but strong digits clasping ‘round your throat, he’s reeling you to him like some cute toy for him. Drinking in your every piping shrill, whine, moan, dripping drool while he is kissing, loving, slobbering, gnawing-

You felt his other hand move off and force your hand open, off his chest and intertwined and lace it tightly with his before removing his hand from your throat to force yours tightly against his, before finding it's loving place against your throat yet again,

You felt a shiver up your spine as you hummed, kissing back despite the sloppy movements, his cock resting against all your sensitive spots..

That fucking kiss..You could feel your slobbering pussylips grow ever-wetter, glossing out a slick coating Caelus's cock with squelching noises all for a kiss. That's all it took to melt you against the man.

You whimpered, the stretch a bit too much with the pre from his cock and juices from you spreading down to basically stick and glue your thighs and pussy-lips down onto Caelus.

Even now as Caelus' hand gently moved down your neck and holding your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a little pat, as he pulled away from the kiss, drool spreading on his lips with a string connecting your lips to his.

"Sweetheart-..move. Come on, please..? Do-don't say no-!" he begged, his eyes dewy as you whimpered. No..nonono, you can't do that! You didn't want this to begin with!

You had no idea how you're here..why you're here. You should be back home, not in this stupid novel, not it going horribly hazardous! But the urge was far too much to stop, using your force you used energy and a hand on Cael's chest to lift yourself up.

You could be feeling spiders crawl down your back with the feel of your juices and his pree becoming sticky right at your pussy-lips and the hilt of his cock.

It was making it all sticky as tears dripped down your cheeks as Cael wiped them off lovingly, on hand tightly laced against yours. You softly pushed yourself down, plunging his cock deep and repeating over and over and over till your bouncing on his cock with difficulty from the pain and burn in your upper thighs.

"Hah-hah-C-Cael..pl-pleas-mmmgh-ye-yeah-hah-" You whined out, whimpering and crying softly as Cal nodded, "IknowIknow-! Pl-please, yes-yes, my love. Just like that-!"

You whimpered, trying to get yourself off over and over and over in jagged bounces while trying not to get tired as you whimpered, "Ha-ahm-mnh" you felt burns in your legs.

More and more and more and it just wasn't enough!

"C-cael..I-I can't! Do-hmmh-hmg-do something!" you mumbled, huffing as you settled your weight on him, as he pulled away his hand from yours and put them both on your waist, moving you softly as if spelling his name with your hips.

Your mouth was drooling as he wiped your lips gently, shoving his thumb in as you sucked softly, before he pulled it out. Using his wet thumb to gently circle your clit.

“Please- nghhh please, it feels t-too good–”

Feeling the thumbing of your clit, you subconsciously grind down humming in delight as Caelus smiles in between whines, whimpers and dewy eyes of his own.

You could feel the edge approaching as you huffed,using whatever energy you had to force yourself to fuck down on him, bouncing happily.

Over the sound of skin over skin with plap, plap, plap! in routine with the squealches from the pre cum and juices causing a sticky mixture in between your and Caelus's thighs and your pussy-lips and his cock.

The swell of his vein-covered shaft protrudes against some of your sweetest spots, probing. “I feel- feel it-”

“Yeahhh—? Is-I-iss she memorizing it?” Caelus asked, a tone far too mischievous to be his own conscious and live mind as you looked down at his own fucked out, pussy-drunk face..

This? On your first time? He'll die if he got to actually fuck it everyday..

"..Yes, for you, my dear" you mumbled, despite the embarrassment of sleeping with a man who you didn't want to admit made you fele good or fucked you better than anyone..espcially not the man who had basically forced himself onto you, even if he didn't mean to.

"Come on..Caelus, fuck me-! Harder, faster, rougher!" you whined out, as you felt Caelus groan and almost cry out with his grip on your tightening as you he fucked up into you.

white-hot sparks of pleasure running through Caelus as he whimpered, feeling you clamp down like a vice, refusing to let him even move, "are you close..? Love?" he asked and he didn't even need to wait for an answer.

You couldn't tell when you came, gushing down so hard..but you did feel Cael pump you full, pressing down on your tummy right beefore you cum gushes down, mixing with the pre, the juices and his own cum as h pulled you in a rough kiss.

"Hm..mhm. My love" he hummed, in the kiss, smiling as he gently stroked your clit a few more times. The white-hot sparks of pleasure, not dying down..

You're just such a perfect slut for him!

[nizhspo]

nct 127.

all.

borrowing their clothes for a lab (hc) (f).

lee donghyuck.

12:58am (f).

cuddling with hyuck (f).

the office mistletoe award (f) (ss).

kim doyoung.

getting a dog (f).

jeong jaehyun.

do you believe in reincarnation? (f).

meet me by the counter (f).

mark lee.

calling him just a friend (f).

his girlfriend (a).

long distance facetime (f).

nct dream.

all.

their relationship habits (hc) (f).

key: a (angst) f (fluff) ss (suggestive) s (smut) hc (headcanon)

[drabblesandsnippets]

Imagine... (‘the first day of snow’)

Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

December Daze Challenge - Day 2 - @the-slumberparty

Warnings: (220w) Breeding kink. Established relationship - marriage. Bucky actually trying to knock you up?

Imagine Bucky having a breeding kink. How hard he’d come at the thought of leaving his mark on you in such an indelible way. How he’d get so turned on after filling you up that he’d push your legs back and fuck his cum back into you, picturing how radiant you’d look all swollen and pregnant with his child.  Once you marry him, he'd be insatiable, insisting on christening every part of the house as newlyweds, as if he was on a mission to see if his super soldier seed could get past your birth control. You wouldn’t exactly do anything to discourage him, more than willing to take advantage of how feral Bucky gets for you, even letting him convince you to break in the new patio loveseat in the backyard. He’d settle his warm body between your thick thighs and drape a blanket over both of you so he could take his time, making you come first with his fingers, then with his cock.  He’d be buried deep inside of you when your first snow as a married couple arrives, the beautiful sight of your orgasm rocking your body while snowflakes dust your hair Bucky's undoing. And when he spills himself inside of you once more, he’s determined that a year from now, you’ll be experiencing the first snow as new parents.

Day 1 | Imagine... Masterlist | Day 3

Banners by @cafekitsune - Divider by @saradika-graphics

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Special Surprise

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: Your husband surprises you with an unexpected invitiation but it might not be what it seems.

Character: Peter Parker

Day Eighteen of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt -a crackling fire sets the mood.

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Excuse me, miss, I have a reminder for you,” Friday’s voice startles you in the silence of the empty house. 

“Yes, Friday? I’ve already picked up the dry cleaning,” you say in resignation. 

“And I have crossed that off the list. Miss, this is a different reminder. You are to arrive at the cottage in three hours. Accounting for current traffic conditions, this means you will need to leave in the next hour.” 

Her voice seems to echo as you sit in confusion. You stare at your half-finished tea. Despite the heat of the porcelain against your hands, it offers little comfort. 

“Friday, I don’t recall setting this reminder,” you say at last. 

“Yes, miss. It was Mr. Stark.” 

You nod and your heart flips. For the first time in days, you feel... something. Your lips twitch and you sit up straight. Your shoulders hurt from the weight of the disappointment. Tony wouldn’t abandon you for Christmas. He just wouldn’t. You should’ve known he was pulling one over on you. 

You turn and hop down from the stool. You grab the tea and dump it down the sink. You wash and dry the mug, then put it away. It’s like your husband always says, how can you doubt him? 

“Miss, I have a list prepared to pack. Would you like my assistance?” 

“Please,” you accept. You’re so happy you can barely sort through your emotion to hear your own thoughts.  

Days you spent in dread of being alone. It’s the one thing you made Tony promise you when you said yes to his proposal. Don’t abandon you. You couldn’t take it. And when he told you about his mission abroad, you nearly broke down right there.  

He didn’t even apologise, just said that you knew who he was, that he had responsibilities. Yes, you knew, but he swore you were his priority. Well, he got you good. 

You follow Friday’s directive and pack your bag. You roll it down the hallway after you and let it bounce down the stairs after you. She informs you that the Lexus has a full tank and is waiting for you. Oh, Tony, you can never get anything without having to work for it a little. 

You can’t wait to see him. This month has been so lonely. You’ve barely spent a moment together as he only passes through on the way to his next briefing or appointment. 

You go into the garage and throw the bag in the trunk. Friday reminds you to bring a coat but you can’t help yourself. You tell her you’ll be just fine. The car has heat. 

You start the engine and Friday greets you from the speakers in the dash. She guides you through the gates and onto the mainway. You could bounce out of your seat but there’s no point getting so excited until you reach your destination. 

Oh Tony. Your heart is pumping as you grip the wheel tight. You have two hours at least ahead of you. Save your energy. 

By the time you come in site of the lake and around the dirt road, drifts of snow blowing through the trees, you’re yawning. You pull up as the windows haze with an amber glow. You can smell the smoke that plumes from the chimney. 

He outdid himself again. Ugh, you feel like such an asshole! You even thought of taking his gift back. Good thing it’s still in your closet. 

“Oh shoot!” You say aloud. 

“Miss, is there something the matter?” Friday asks. 

“Um, no, it’s fine,” you say as you shift into park, “Friday, thank you. Please go to standby.” 

“Initiating.” 

You shut off the engine and take a breath. Your chest is thrumming. Relief, excitement, happiness. You were starting to get worried. The thought of being alone through the holidays was devastating and then your mind raced to other things. Everyone knows about Tony’s reputation with women and those rumours hadn’t stopped since the wedding. 

You get out and grab your bag. It crunches over the thin sheet of snow as it mulches into the dirt. You drag it up the stairs and stop on the porch, looking down at the faint outline of footprints. He must have been here all day preparing. 

You let yourself in, hoping you might be able to surprise Tony in turn. You hear the fire crackling as the din flickers through the doorway and into the entryway. You ease the door shut and put your bag near the wall. You hang your jacket and take off your boots. 

You near the living room door and peek inside. He’s not there but you’re welcomed in nonetheless. On a fluffy rug in front of the fireplace, there’s two glasses and a bottle of water, along with a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries. 

You come closer and feel the heat in your cheeks as you grin. It’s perfect. Usually, Tony’s grand gestures are... grand, but this is just quaint enough to be cute. It’s so much better than a trip to Paris or an expensive diamond necklace. 

“Happy Holiday,” the voice that startles you scares you for more than its timing. It’s not the one you expect. 

You reel to look at Peter as he watches you from near the doorway. You blanch in horror. Oh my gosh. Did you misunderstand? Is this a group thing? If it is, why the wine and chocolate? You’re lost. 

“Peter, what...” you look at the rug then shake your head as you frown at him. “Where’s Tony?” 

“In Munich, I think,” he shrugs casually. 

“Munich? But—Friday said he was expecting me. That he’s here?” 

“Did Friday say that?” He tilts his head. “Cause that’s not what I programmed her to say.” 

“Not--- you?” You sputter. “It was you? Why?” 

“Why not?” He slowly crosses the room towards you. 

You notice the differences in him. His hair is parted neatly, you think there might even be gel in it, and he wears a dark blue button up that exposes just the top of his muscled chest. You gulp as he stops right in front of you. 

“Tony left. He flew halfway across the world. During the happiest time of year,” he reaches for you and you wince as he caresses your cheek. Your eyes round as your confusion turns to horror. It makes no sense. “He married you then abandoned you.” 

“No, he’s just... busy.” You catch his hand and sniff. “Peter--” 

“What?” He twists from beneath your grasp and grips you instead. He’s stronger than you expect. “You’re going to tell me he loves you? That you love him? I know you’ve been crying into your pillow. I know before you came here, you were sitting alone in that empty house.” 

“Enough,” you plead weakly. You can’t disagree because he’s right, but you don’t want to hear it. 

“Do you want to know where he really is?” He breathes as he brings his other hand up to cradle your face. “Not that it matters. He’s not here. I am.” 

“Peter,” your lip quivers. Peter is Tony’s protege, he’s a friend, he’s not like that. He can’t be that to you. You’re married and he’s-- “Peter,” you repeat, “please.” 

“I hurt too,” his voice quavers as he holds you tight. You latch onto his wrists but he doesn’t budge. “I’ve been hurting. Alone. Like you.” He leans in until his lips are right in front of yours. You whimper as you stare back at him helplessly. “I can make it better. I can make you feel better.” 

Before you can say anything, his mouth is on yours. He smothers you as he squeezes your head between his hands. You suffocate in his thrall and slap your hands against his chest. You feel the sheer strength bound there and slide your touch down as you try to shove him off. You’re only reassured of his power as you do. 

“Mrs. Stark,” he parts as he keeps your skull clamped between his hands as he leans his forehead against yours,“I need you.” 

[cerine0357]

Barbatos

. The Archduke: Zional's right hand...

"The great Barbatos is right hand to Lord Zional..he's said to be cruel.."

"...You mean the Barbatos having Mephistopheles wave his hand because he's tired??"

"..YEEAH!"

[snomoscribbles]

☆●○Swimming Lessons○●☆

Pairing: Litx x Nanui

Rating: G

Litx belongs to @loakstahni !

A little short one shot of learning to ask for help and appreciating the lessons you gain. And some pining of course for flavor.

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Eclipse had just barely pushed the metkayina clan into their morning chores, the sand still cool from the previous night and the waves foaming at the shore still chilled to the touch.

Which means Nanui has been awake for quite a bit. He'd always been an early riser.

There was something so soothing about the dark hours of the morning when things were quiet and soft. Like the world had slowed to wait for purpose with the early light.

It calmed his heart and gave him some time to just be before chores began and life continued on.

He dug his toes into the cool sand where he sat, just at the edge of where the water currently climbed so the waves occasionally swiped at his feet.

His ears twitched in question, head tilting at the sound of gentle steps on the sand. A pattern he'd begun to recognize.

He let his head fall back, long tresses nearly touching the sand as he did so to look up at the eldest Sully child.

"Ah. Its the Silent Sully. Care to join me, Litx?"

The azure navi padded across the way, giving a small nod and a cute reserved smile, ducking their head briefly and letting long braids line their face.

Litx had become a frequent and appreciated guest to his early morning moments. Nanui found himself seeking out that gilded gaze frequently , especially across the fire at meal time, considering it a victory when he could share a smile and occasional eye roll at their siblings antics.

Even if half of their gaze was often hidden behind a curtain of braids that Nanui's fingers itched to brush aside.

It was a shame, but he knew it was not his journey to make. There was a battle he didn't understand and he would respect it.

Nanui patted the sand beside him in invitation with a small chuckle.

"There is plenty of beach to claim, though I hope you don't mind the piece closer to me."

There was a flush riding high on the darker navis cheeks as they took a seat, tail twitching a little at the end and drawing an inquisitive blue gaze.

The omitikaya tails were so much thinner and expressive than their water counterparts. It was endearing if he was honest. To feel so strongly that your body follows suit. He could imagine it was probably frustrating at times that your emotions couldn't be hidden very well.

"Of course not..." The words were hushed, but sincere, accompanied by a shake of their head.

There was a hefty pause, something making the air thick with hesitation and worry.

Nanui gave Litx a moment to collect their words. In the time he'd come to know the quiet Navi, theyd proven time and time again their words were worth waiting for. He just took a moment to arrange them how he liked. Nanui had all the time in the world if it meant hearing more.

His eyes traced the subtle glow of scattered freckles, the gentle light that had only just broken through the dark night making them fade just slightly.

There was a particular cluster of them right at the curve of their chin and the metkayina often fought the urge to trace it with questing fingers.

"I have a question for you."

Nanui nodded, gesturing for Litx to continue.

"I...didn't know who else to ask. I want to swim better...but I'm struggling."

True enough, Nanui had noticed the omitikaya avoiding the water. He leaned to the side, bumping their shoulders together with a lopsided smile.

"No worries. We'll work on it together, yeah? My home is your home now after all. And our home is largely water so learn you shall. "

Litx seemed slightly startled at the touch, eyes wide in disbelief before settling into something grateful and soft.

"Thank you."

"Of course."

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The progress was slow, but that was okay as long as their was progress. Even if Litx was growing frustrated.

The scarring that dragged up their face and through his eye rendered it blind. Which meant the movement of the waves and reefs disoriented the forest Navi at times.

For someone who didn't have much experience in the water, he could understand it was probably frustrating.

But Nanui had taught many people to swim in his years and he was happy to help. He could be patient.

The sun warmed the shallow water they stood in, Nanui watched the water slide down the heaving chest of the dark skinned Navi with searching eyes. They had been out here for awhile and he could tell the navi was starting to get frustrated with themself.

"I don't know if I can do this."

Nanui's ears perked up, tilting his head in question.

"You are improving, not everyone makes progress at the same pace, Litx."

"I should not be this slow." He groaned in frustration, carding slender striped fingers through those skillfully braided locks.

"You are allowed to feel frustrated, but you shouldn't feel hopeless, I mean it when I say you are improving." Nanui waded through the water towards the frustrated Omitikaya, setting a large teal dappled hand on his shoulder.

"I have an idea that might help, if you trust me?" He asked, eyes wide and bright with his smile exposing dimples on either side.

He could see the small debate on Litx's face, eyes darting away for a moment before they gave a small nod.

"Good. Come." Nanui took the navis hands in his own, marvelling at the way his large hands encompassed the smaller navi's fully. He started walking backwards toward deeper waters, pulling Litx with him.

"You are having trouble with perception. It is hard beneath the waves to focus for you. Our goal is not finding that perception, but helping you manage not having it. I'm going to lead you, so you need not worry about where your going. Just look around you. Find your bearings, yeah?"

He lead them until they were up to Litx's chest, giving a small nod of encouragement for them to take a deep breath before they went beneath the waves.

Nanui still held firm to the Omitikayas hands, watching as the waters let the braids flow back and away from his face in a gentle sweeping motions.

The navi really was so pretty. Even cautiously squinting into to waters as they were led to the reefs.

Nanui took moved slowly, swimming backwards with long fluid kicks of his legs and winding motions of his tail. He kept and eye out around them, striking blue gaze dragging across coral and flora for anything dangerous.

He occasionally looked back and couldn't help the large smile on his face at the awed expression of the forest Navi. With Litx focused on taking in the bustling life beneath the waves, they'd relaxed enough for their kicks to be more reflexive and smooth. Nanui felt pride bubbling in his chest.

The light piercing through the surface of the water gave the darker toned Navi a beautiful back light, the contrast of deep azure markings striking.

Nanui grinned, happy and lopsided as Litx gave him a couple taps as a sign for air.

Nanui guided them both to the surface nice and easy, large hands cupping the entirety of the omitikayas waist as they kicked their way to the surface.

Soft laughter and a timid smile greeted him as they breached the waters surface, making his heart swell.

He gently reached out, pushing the smaller navis wet locks back from their face and smiling as Litx's cheeks flushed.

"Do you feel more comfortable?'

"Y-yeah...something like that."

"Good. We'll rest a moment so you can breath and then try again with less guidance."

The darker skinned navi nodded, their eye searching Nanuis expression as they breathed purposefully, their tail thrashing beneath the waves.

This would certainly be a learning opportunity...