#it's been a pleasure sailing with ya

[creepywitchy]

our flag means death has been cancelled

[sirenedusud]

*nsfw* to starboard (shanks x fem!reader)

you cross paths with an old flame that begs to rekindled.

AN: all i can say is GAW DAMN i am a depraved slut for this man. where my depraved girlies at. proceed with caution: just smut

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Your crew prepared to dock as the distance between the island and your ship shrank, windmills on the terrain growing larger and larger. You're standing on the main deck, hands on your hips as you inspect your crew bustling about. They're a loyal lot, you helped most of them escape worse situations, therefore they feel indebted to you. Yes, you were a pirate with a sun-bleached black ship and a hefty bounty on your head, but you led a life of ease.

You weren't too worried about looking over your shoulder, or becoming the biggest and baddest in the East Blue, as long as you could feel the wind brushing through your hair and the sun kissing your skin you were happy. That didn't mean you never indulged in the pleasures of this world though. You had a little more than a collection of fancy shotguns in your cabin, one would even call it an armory for the Marines; and you had a notorious romantic streak across the sea. You didn't mean to break a few hearts here and there, but you simply got bored after a while and needed to run off once again. Some flings came back though, begging for more.

"Raise ALL THE SAILS ya rat!" Your first mate yells at the new boy. You smile and begin to intervene, but come to an abrupt stop. A ship with red masts sails by to your right. You turn to face the passing ship, your hand finding the rigging to steady yourself as your eyes scan it's entire deck. Finally, you lock eyes with the captain who had already been looking at you. Red-Haired Shanks. He was elated to see you and you knew it, but you didn't betray any emotion on your own face. The two of you mirror each other, slowly pacing towards the back of the deck. Your ships were no longer facing side to side by the time you reached the quarter deck. Shanks' seemed anxious that this would be the end of it, that was until you turned to make sure no one was watching you on board.

You turn your back to your crew to look at him once again and prop your foot up on the cannon in front of you, hiking up your skirt to reveal a leg. You hold your skirt up to your mid thigh, only enough to reveal a frilly garter. Your little show was heaven sent. Shanks' eyes widen and he fervently yells something unintelligible, his crew answering back. You drop your leg down and walk back to the main deck, a smile threatening to tear your face. Your ship finally docks and you wait for someone to drop a ladder for you to get on the harbor. You glance back at Red Hair's ship, and sure enough it was reeling so hard to the right that it was threatening to tip over. Some people on the harbor watch in confusion as the ship's hull is almost fully exposed in the dramatic turn, then carry back on to their business once the ship was set back straight towards the docks.

"Whaddya think that's all about cap'n?" Your navigator asks you, her eyebrow cocked as she looks back and forth between you and Shanks' ship.

"I wouldn't know," you coyly reply, and begin your descent to the port. You jump off the ladder and smooth down your skirt. Suddenly you become worried about your appearance: was your skin as smooth as it used to be, did you smell like a sea dog, was your corset tight enough, was your hair in place? What were you doing? You weren't the eager one in these moments, but seeing Shanks excited you. Some of your crew work to tie down the ship, others walk to the nearest pub. You stand a moment longer by your ship, droplets of sweat beginning to form at your bandana. Then, his ship is anchored down once again a couple docks away from you, and you begin your leisurely walk down the port. As you make it down the boardwalk, you catch a glint of red in your peripherals. Butterflies swarm within your lower belly. Shanks on the other hand is half running to meet you in the middle, slowing down once he's mere feet behind you.

The town is bustling with people, yet they remain unaware of the electricity sparking between the two of you. You only give Shanks a small turn of your head and smile, and continue walking a little slower, not looking back at him. He follows behind you, his hand reaches for yours. Your fingers graze against each other in a dance of their own. You're unaware of the compass within your own body (your pussy) guiding Shanks to a small inn. You carry on in trance as you enter the parlor, receive a room key, and lead him upstairs. As the two of you stand in the poorly lit narrow hall, Shanks pulls you back down to earth the moment he grabs your hips and pushes his into your ass. You turn the key quicker at the feel of his hardening cock.

"It's been too long darling," He whispers onto the skin of your neck, "I've missed you so much." He keeps whispering sweet nothings until the door clicks opens and you're both inside. Shanks shoves you back into the door, not giving you a moment to react after. Your back is pressed onto the hard wood but you don't care. Shanks' lips find yours and you're both kissing in an urgency you didn't realize you were holding back. He nips your lower lip softly, asking permission, and you let him slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan into the kiss, causing Shanks' to buck his hips into yours. His hand rakes down from your clavicle to your breast and further down to your waist. Hand? You break away from the kiss with a small push to his chest and yelp at his missing arm, hitting your head on the door behind you.

"Fucking hell Shanks, how'd this happen??" You rip his cape off to reveal the empty sleeve and look up at him, gaping. Shanks only sighs, whispering something under his breath and uses his only hand to reach for yours. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, you look down at it and back up, giving him a quizzical look. He leads you to the small bed and sits you down. He tells you what had happened only days ago on this same island. You find yourself snapping your hands up to wipe the unwanted tears pricking through your lashes. Shanks clicks his tongue.

"It's just an arm love, don't sully your pretty face over it," Shanks gently pries one of your hands from your face and kisses your tears away, whispering a "please" between the kisses. His mouth finds yours once again and you relax into him. Heat rises between your bodies and you're pulling his face into yours. He quickly releases you to remove his straw hat, tossing it to the side before he returns to your lips. Things grow sloppier, Shanks let's go of your lips to latch onto your neck, leaving a trail of purple blooms where his teeth nip and pull out faint cries from you as he sucks on the most sensitive spot. In your daze you hear Shanks unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. His hand becomes frantic as they begin to tug between your corset and his own shirt, so you stop him. Shanks eyes glint with confusion, but you only smile at him as you reach for his clothes. You gently pull his shirt out of his waistband and over his torso, he complies and crooks his neck forward to let you pull it off over his head. You then get up from the bed and kneel in front of him. His eyes say something different now, you cannot quite tell what though.

Something had possessed you in that moment. Here you were gently prying Shanks' boots off, pulling his trousers down and over his ankles. Once you finish undressing him he reaches for you again, but you push his hand away and stand before him. Slowly yet not so much, you unlace your corset and drop it to the floor, unclasp your leather belt with its pistols hanging on either side, and push your skirt down as well. Shanks' already hard cock twitches at every piece of cloth you remove. You finally remove the flimsy chemise and bloomers (a pirate didn't need ten other extra undergarments). You reach for the garter on your thigh but Shanks raises his hand.

"Keep that on" he says, his voice slightly hoarse with pent up desire. He reaches for it and pulls you in between his legs, your hands find their place on his shoulders. His hot breath hits your stomach, causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He looks up at you with blown out pupils. You both remain still for a moment. The spell breaks and he pulls you down into his lap in the middle of the bed. You whimper at the sudden sensation of his cock against your clit, and you grind onto him to feel it again. His eyes threaten to roll back and he grabs your face down to kiss him once more, his hand then traveling down to your breast where he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck Shanks-" you begin but get cut off by his mouth latching onto your other nipple. His tongue swirls and sucks onto you and you let out a small whimper. Your hips push down towards his cock again but he doesn't let you sink down all the way, so you use a hand to stroke his glistening pink tip. His mouth becomes merciless as well as you tease him, and he finally releases both of your breasts to stop your hand and hold your hips still.

"Shanks please- fuck- please I want you so bad- I need you.." you spill out as you fail to make contact with his skin again. He only smiles and softens his grip.

"So have me,” he says. You blank for a moment, then use one hand to line his cock with your aching core, and slowly go down on him. He's too big. You let out something between a moan and gasp as you slowly push him back out and in again. Shanks is struggling to hold himself together too, letting out shaky moans of your name. After a few slow attempts, you seat yourself fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your head buzz and you rock back and forth, stirring obscenities out of the both of you.

"Fuck-ck you're so tight...hhh you're so..fuck..wet- listen to how fucking wet you are for me" Shanks half mutters half groans as you ride him with a quicker pace. You have one hand on his shoulder and another on his thigh to stop yourself from toppling over. His own hand is holding you by the hip, attempting to guide you to bounce harder onto him. He grows impatient and suddenly between your own strokes, Shanks fucks up into you, causing you to moan out a string of curses. His eyes turn obsidian at the sight of you over his body. He grabs your waist and pulls you against his body as he lies down, his cock still inside you. Your cheek is pressed into his chest and before you protest, Shanks snaps his hips upwards into you causing you to muffle a yelp with your fist. He continues to fuck you for what felt like eternity, driving his cock so far into you at this angle you begin to see stars. His one arm keeps you mercilessly pinned to his body as his tip presses against your g-spot repeatedly, sending waves of electricity throughout your nerves.

"Shanks I'm gon- I'm gonna cum- FUCK" you hardly finish speaking before that delicious feeling shoots through from your core, to your stomach, and into your brain. Your thighs quiver aggressively around him and Shanks let's out a soft groan as his own orgasm erupts out of him. You feel your cunt turning warm, filling with his cum as his strokes lose their rhythm. His arm loosens around you, finding your hair and brushing it. You try to slide off of him, but he keeps you there.

"I'm not letting you get away from me this time," Shanks murmurs into your hair, pressing kisses where he spoke. He knew you didn't like sticking around. He knew you were afraid of getting attached only to possibly get hurt. He knew the last time you had seen him you were dangerously close to leaving everything for him, causing you to live this avoidant lifestyle. You push yourself from his chest and roll off of him, failing to give him your strict glare once you turn back at him. His eyes beg for you to stay, pleading with love he's been desperate to show you. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it with a firmness that feared you'd fly away again.

"I know you feel the same, I know you use others to forget about me.”

"God Shanks you lost your fucking arm in the blink of an eye. What if it's your lift next-?”

"So why won't you take that risk?" He implores, desperation now filled his voice as he sat upright, "because I sure as bloody hell would do it for you. I love you!"

You stare at him in awe, your eyebrows overwork themselves as your mind tosses around in anxiety. Was now the time to be fickle? His soft brown eyes glisten in a way you had never witnessed before, causing your heart to succumb to affections you stifled for so long.

"I love you too..." you answer quietly. You betray your own code. Fuck it if it meant ceasing the pain in Shanks eyes at that moment, and from that moment onward. The two of you sit there in tranquility. You and Shanks exchange shy smiles, your gazes bear their deepest desires into one another as the setting sun sets the two of you in a halo of dappled gold through the stained window.

[thecaptainsdeck]

Captain_CumShot

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It lasted for 20 seconds before the video continued on for the last 15 seconds. The camera zoomed in on the cumshot on the bench press. A thick, white puddle pooled on the sitting section as it dripped from the risen back section. The camera showed off the streaks of viscous, opaque lines that ran down from the angled section from where his seed had initially hit. The camera’s view went back to the puddle, where a red nail dipped into the thick of it, dragging his essence downwards until the video ended.

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SN: huge shout out and thank you to @icy-spicy for the dope ass 18+ gif <3 I will repay you in kind, and that's a threat!

[anon-e-miss]

Storm's End - 4

“Seems like everyone on Damaxus comes here to fuel,” Jazz told Prowl.

They had split up, each taxed with scouting a different corner of the island for a spot that might serve as a base of operations. Jazz had looked around the coastline near the inn. He had found the smuggler’s cave Lockdown had once sailed his ship, the Death’s Head into, destroyed. No one had mentioned an earthquake or maybe Lockdown had done it himself. It would have been poetic to take over one of his roosts but that was fine. Ori and Rico were not back yet and so when Jazz had spotted the innkeepers’ pretty creation carrying a crate, he could not resisting walking over. Prowl was just as pretty in his neat and conservative armour as he had been nude. The Praxian was perfectly elegant, walking with a delicious swap of his ample hips.

“Did ya need any help?” He offered. The crate was full of empty bottles. The Damaxians were a hard drinking crowd when they wanted to be.

“If you wanted to grab one of the crates over there,” Prowl replied. “We sterilize the bottles and then reuse them. It saves on needless waste.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Jazz replied.

Prowl let him through a storage room and down a flight of stairs into the cellar. Swerve had been spot on, this would have once been part of Lockdown’s lair. Where weapons and trophies would once have been held were barrels of engex and the tools of the distiller’s trade. The beauty unloaded the bottles into a sterilization system and then turned to face Jazz. There was an audible ping, at least to Jazz’s own audial horns when Prowl dimmed his optics. Jazz leaned back against the counter at his back as the Praxian leaned in. He smelled like salt air and flowers. His plating tingled as Prowl tinkled his digits down his arm.

“Perhaps I can thank you for your assistance?” The beauty asked. Jazz swallowed.

“Don’t know that I did anything that big,” he replied. “But if ya wanted to...”

“Oh I do,” Prowl assured him as he traced Jazz’s codpiece with a long, clawtipped digit.

“Oh frag,” Jazz cursed as his spike pressurized the nanoklik he authorized his panel to retract. Prowl was a soft sound, maybe a giggle as he took Jazz’s spike in his servo and stroked it twice before leaning in and wrapping his mouth around it. “Oh frag!”

Jazz did not dare risk harming Prowl in anyway.... what if his progenitor walked in? That very thought should have nullified the saboteur’s charge but he had always enjoyed a risk a little bit too much. He leaned back against the counter and watched the beautiful Praxian swallow his spike as he unclasped his armour. Prowl’s heavy wells bounced when they were freed from his armour. It took everything in Jazz’s power not to overload right then and there. No one had ever looked so perfect sucking his spike. Prowl hummed as he sucked and Jazz clenched his denta to keep from overloading too soon. The way the beauty rippled his throat around his spike, there was no way Jazz was going to last that long. He saw Prowl reach between his own legs and touch himself and he knew he was about to lose it.

“‘M gonna cum!” He warned Prowl who just leaned in and sucked a little harder. There was no helping himself, Jazz overloaded with a quiet groan, rolling his helm back as Prowl audible slurped and swallowed every last drop. “Damn, y’re somethin’ else.”

“Mmm,” Prowl hummed, licking his lipplates. “I will take that as a compliment.”

“Let me return the favour,” Jazz offered.

“Oh please do.”

They switched places. Prowl covered his mouth as Jazz knelt between his thighs and leaned. He stroked the Praxian’s node as he spread his wet folds and flicked his glossa between them. It was not long before Jazz felt his spike returning to pressure. He held Prowl’s thick thighs open as he pleasured the beauty with his mouth and digits. Though Prowl muffled his cries of pleasure, Jazz knew when he overloaded from the torrent that covered his face. Jazz rose to his peds, stroking his spike as he looked at the flushed mech below him. Prowl reached between his own thighs and held his wet, swollen folds open, inviting Jazz in. It was an invitation Jazz felt no call to ignore. He stared between the Praxian’s legs and watched himself insert his spike into the beauty’s molten centre.

“Oh frag, ya feel good,” Jazz groaned as he leaned over Prowl. He held the supine mech’s legs behind he knees as he rolled his hips, spiking the mech slowly, giving him the whole length of his thick spike before he pulled out and sank home again.

“Uhn,” Prowl moaned, tossing his helm. “That’s good. Oh... oh... You are so big.”

“Am I hurtin’ ya?” Jazz asked.

“No,” Prowl moaned. “No... harder... frag me harder.”

The gel plug of the Praxian’s gestational duct had started to reform since their last encounter but it was hardly a barrier. Jazz buried his spike in the beauty’s gestational tank and basked a moment in the tight grip of the Praxian’s rippling tunnel. Prowl squealed with delight, calling out praise for Jazz’s spike as he fragged him. Wet squelches and clangs echoed off the cellar’s stone walls. If the innkeepers found him like this... Jazz leaned his helm down and nipped the tip of the Praxian’s chevron as he spiked him with quick thrusts of his hips. Prowl crossed his legs around Jazz’s hips calling out with a throaty cry as he overloaded around Jazz’s turgid spike. His tunnel rippled around Jazz’s spike. There was no escape, not that he wanted to escape.

“Frag, y’re so fraggin’ tight,” Jazz groaned. “Gonna cum...”

“Do it,” Prowl moaned. “Oh frag, cum in me!”

“Oh frag!” Jazz obeyed, flooding the Praxian’s tank with litres of transluids before he collapsed against him. He had a bit more clarity this round than the last. “I think ya might be trouble.”

“Not to worry,” Prowl assured him. “I have an implant.”

“I shoulda asked,” Jazz apologized.

“Neither of us were quite in our right processors,” Prowl replied. They climbed up the stairs after the made themselves presentable. Cleansing wipes removed the telltale signs. It did not bother Jazz knowing that Prowl had them. He was not exactly in a position to question the other mech’s promiscuty when he was no different. In any case, Jazz saw no shame in it. As the stepped from the storage room, Prowl gasped with surprise as he looked out the window. “The sky is red!”

Jazz followed as Prowl ran from the in. He was not the only islander that ran for the docks. A crowd was gathering with those who had been waiting out the storm on their boats had climbed the masts and were pointing to the horizon. It took a few kliks before the battered ship appeared. As it limped into dock, Ori and Rico jogged up and joined Jazz in watching the spectacle. Downshift threw a roped to the beleaguered vessel so they could secure themselves to the dock. It was listing, Jazz realized. The masts were gone, blown away not by rogue waves but canon balls. The signs of a violent battle covered the sloop. Its hull must have been built from ununtrium to have survived such an attack. Prowl joined his progenitor in helping the crew off the vessel.

“We can’t have fuel leak into the bay,” Downshift said. “Might you give permission for one of our shipwrights to make emergency repairs.”

“By all means,” the mech was a curious frametype. He had features of a Urayan but not the stature. There was kibble on his back but it was no door wing. “Whatever the bill is, I can pay it.”

“No charge,” Downshift replied. “Damaxus aids any who sail into her harbour.”

“Damaxus?” The mech looked around, He held a audio player tightly in his arms. “All the stories do you a grave disservice.”

“We don’t complain,” Downshift replied. “Our inn is full but we’ll find berths for your crew.”

“Thank you. I’m Tracks, and this is Blaster,” the Urayan halfbreed replied. As he did, he threw the audio player up and it transformed into a tall mech. “We’ll only need one room. We are the crew... more or less.”

“Downshift. My creation Prowl.”

“I can bunk wit my creations,” Punch offered. “That’d leave a room free.”

“Thank you, Mech!” Blaster replied, shaking Punch’s servo. “And you, Sir. Though I was hallucinating your island.”

“Come to Storm’s End and we’ll get some fuel into you,” Downshift declared.

“What happened?” One of the fishermecha asked.

“Pirates,” Blaster said. “We sailed in the fog ‘n storm. Thought we were clear from those slagtard but then we heard the canons. Next thing, we see them firing at the waves ‘n some beast pulled ‘em down.”

“A beast?” Punch asked.

“Kraken,” Blaster replied. “Saw its shadow, a giant beast.”

“Kraken?” Someone asked. “But those are just stories.”

“Warwhale aren’t that big,” Blaster said. “‘N they don’t got that many arms.”

The pub was full of mechanisms wanting to hear their miraculous story over and over. The crew was more than just the two mech. Blaster was a cassette-carrier and his Casseticons serves as the rest of the crew. They were out of their docks, enjoying a meal as Blaster regaled the crowd again. Tracks nodded along. It seemed like Blaster did most of the talking in their relationship. Even after the beast had ripped the pirate vessel in two and dragged it into the deep, they had realized they were doom. They had already been taking on water and without sails and their engine hardly doing more than sputtering. Blaster said he heard something, like a bird call and as he bullied the shop starboard the horizon turned red and he made the decision to point their ship in that directions. The waves as much as their engine power had washed them into board. It all sounded like a sparkling fantasy but Jazz imagined he might imagine worse in the same situation.

“Ya find anythin’?” Punch asked now that they had retreated to their one room.

“No...” Jazz said. There was a knock at the door. It was Prowl with an armload of bedding. “Thank ya.

“We can drag up a cot,” Prowl offered. “Though it is not terribly comfortable. We have them in case we need to turn the pub into an emergency shelter.”

“We’re fine,” Jazz assured him. “Rico ‘n me’ve bunked together before.”

“Thank ya,” Punch said. “I don’t think I want either o’ them sulkin’ bout sore backs. ‘N it would certainly be one o’ them ‘n not me.”

“I should hope so,” Prowl agreed. There was a rumble above their helms. “It would appears the eye is passing.”

“Those mecha couldn’t o’ gotten more lucky,” Punch declared.

“I could not agree more,” Prowl said.

“Do ya normally repair broken vessels for free?” Jazz asked.

“Damaxus relies on a healthy sea,” Prowl replied. “Some ship owners pinch their shanix and will let their ships sail with cracked hauls and worse. As a community, we all agreed it was better if we see the work done ourselves for the sake of our island.”

“Shipwrights gotta fuel,” Ricochet spoke up. “Someone must pay’em.”

“We have a fund,” Prowl explained. “Everyone who can pays into it. Few on Damaxus dream of reaches. We only want to live our lives in safety and comfort. When we work together, we stand the best hope o’ it.”

“Straxus would sooner cut out in his optics,” Punch said after Prowl took his leave.

“Wonder how long it’ll last once more mecha realize that Damaxus is a paradise?” Jazz wondered out loud.

“Ya’d think they’d be tryin’ to carve out their stake already,” Punch said. “Damaxus is so close to Polyhex, I don’t know why Straxus ain’t heard o’ the boon already.”

“Maybe his scouts got eaten by sharkticon,” Jazz offered.

“Ya joke, but...” Punch hummed. “These mecha are saintly, no question. But we best remember saints can be the most ruthless killers when dealin’ wit sinners. We gotta keep our guards up, ‘cause we ain’t saints.”

[shiningqueen]

Waltz

An attempt has been made to write Law. That is all. Rating: SFW / e for everyone. Notes: Fluff, pining. Not beta-read, we die like men here. Characters: Law x gn!reader.

The music is as vibrant and lively as the crew's energy, bodies flowing and dancing in a rare moment of reprieve from sailing. Most of them are drunk and that makes their attempts to dance to any sort of rhythm hilariously bad.

You arent dancing though. You're content to watch the ensuing free entertainment provided generously by the Heart Pirates. At one point, you see Penguin try to perform a headstand and promptly fall flat on his face, to the resulting guffaws of his fellows.

"You aren't going to join them, [Name]-ya?" Law's smooth tones pull your attention away, tilting your head obligingly towards the captain.

You shrug, "Probably not, I dont recognize whatever dance they are trying to do." A bemused smile tugging at your lips as you gesture to the unsteady swaying and wiggling of the crew. "What about you? Wasn't Ikaku trying to get you to dance?"

Law huffs and shrugs a shoulder, "I dont dance." He dismisses blandly and feeling bold, leans slightly into your shoulder. You definitely do not mind the casual proximity and hum in nonverbal acceptance to his excuse.

You weren't officially part of the crew, even though Law had offered you a position, but now he was sort of grateful you hadn't accepted. You were a useful ally to have on standby, not only for your skills in battle but your intel gathering had proven exceptional. Having someone with your freedom to prowl the seas and get in and out of Navy bases without stirring trouble was invaluable.

It also meant that he didnt have to worry about letting his growing attachment to you get any more serious than a passing fancy. Sometimes though, he wondered.

The music shifted into lighter, flowier melodies and that makes the gathered pirates try to hook arms together and sway messily. You laugh as Ikaku tries to coax Shachi into slow dancing with her.

"So," you say casually, "you don't dance or you can't dance?" Peering over at Law and - had he been staring at you? - there's a twitch in his brow as he swiftly glances away. Oh, was he bashful? That was really cute to see.

"Why is it of any concern to you?" He retorts dryly but lacks any kind of irritation otherwise, shoving hands into the pockets of his jeans and jostling against your shoulder from the movement.

More laughter bubbles up and you slide your arm through his, shifting your weight to tug him along with you a few steps. He stumbles with a curse at your antics, "Come on, I can show you a few steps. I took profressional lessons back home." You coax him and are delighted he doesnt really resist, especially since you're leading him a few yards out of sight from the crew. As if you knew he didnt want anyone else to see such a thing.

"[Name]," there's an attempt to complain but Law cant find it in himself to get upset, he feels a bit too warm under the collar when you reach to take his other hand in yours. "When am I going to ever need to know this?" He sighs but does not resist whatsoever when you place his hand on your waist. Was his heart starting to race? A slight quicken in his chest but he doesnt try to pull away.

You smile winsomely at him, "Dancing can help one with swordplay, dont you know?"

"I fail to see the similarities," he deadpans to try and hide the flustered squirm in his stomach.

You weren't going to tease him for getting all red faced and twitchy; there was a lot you had noticed about Law over the past few months of being acquainted with him. The tentative way he tried to get close to you, the slight touches, how he never turned you away from late visits in his office. Finding ways to disturb his calm, collected rhythm had become something of a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Just follow my lead," you reply softly, hand on his shoulder and your other clasped with his. Slowly you tug him into the first step, "I'll count, it's just a pattern. One, two, three." You go through the motions of a waltz, repeating the count under your breath to keep him on track.

Law finds the rhythm quickly enough after a dozen missteps and muttered apologies when he accidentally steps on your foot. He wont admit it outloud but it was nice to hold you a little closer than he normally allowed, circling and circling with his eyes trained on your face. His frazzled nerves werent so easily assauged though, he didnt really know what to say in the moment and just listened to how you whispered 'one, two, three' like it was a melody all of its own.

When you unwind your hands and stretch out to do a twirl, then slowly step back towards him, Law curls his arm around you and pulls you flush to his chest. Your waltz comes to a halt, with him frozen and you watching with a tender smile on your lips. If he leaned in just a bit more, he could kiss you, if he felt daring enough.

"You learn fast," you murmur and tilt your head forward just enough to touch noses with him. "What do you think of more lessons, Law?" Oh it was a lot of fun to see him blushing just from proximity and the hushed quality of your voice.

Law collects enough of his composure to release you and step away, clearing his throat and ignoring the burning of his cheeks. "Aren't you leaving tomorrow to scout ahead?" He deflects, hands back in his pockets to try and forget the warmth of holding you. (He wont forget.)

"Whenever I loop back with the gang, I can still teach you. No pressure," you answer easily with a shrug, mentally stamping down the fluttering in your own stomach. "I should probably head off to bed, gotta leave early and all that." The moment had passed and you knew better than to stick around and make things awkward.

Too many words stick themselves in Law's throat as you turn to walk away; how often you leave him speechless could be made into a damn bingo card. And you'd win that bingo over and over too.

"[Name]-ya," he manages to unstick his tongue, "I'll uh, think about it. Have a goodnight."

You glance back and salute him playfully, "Aye sir, goodnight."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 11

Warnings: kidnapped human, recovery whump/caretaking

Then she grabbed something from a pocket, shoving it roughly into his hand. It was a folded piece of paper.

Alex raised a quizzical eyebrow but unfolded it to find a list of bullet-pointed instructions.

"I wrote that ahead of time before I came," Anisa explained. "It details everything you need to do for your human."

Alex brisked over the writing. At the top was instructions on how many meals a human needed in a day, along with a list of appropriate foods for each. And what kind of clothes needed to be supplied, as well as bedding. And below that...

Alex's eyes landed on a separate list that filled up most of the page that was labeled 'bonus care sheet'. The first thing his eyes landed on was: 'make sure human is happy -- give hugs or other form of affection to boost mood.'

"You're kidding, right?" He scoffed, nose wrinkling. "This list is huge. How am I supposed to do all this?!"

"It's literally only one page," Anisa growled, "and you'll thank yourself for putting in the effort later. The blood tastes heavenly when the human is happy or experiencing pleasure. Far better than when the prey is afraid."

"Are you saying this from experience?"

"Mmhmm. My human lover and I like to... play games together when I feed." Anisa smiled warmly. "You don't know what you're missing out on until you've tried it for the first time. And yes, you will have to put in a good deal of work to get the reward, especially since your human is terrified of you right now -- but it is so worth it in the end to earn their trust and make them happy. Trust me." She licked imaginary blood off her lips, gaze distant and satisfied before she snapped back to the present.

"Alex, you have never tasted good blood until you have a human who will do anything for you -- willingly. It's an experience like no other."

"Not even the blood wine from the night clubs?" Alex raised an eyebrow skeptically, shocked when Anisa instantly nodded with zero hesitation. "Blood wine is bland water compared to fresh blood from a happy human."

Alex let out a sharp breath of air, running a hand through his hair. "So you're seriously expecting me to coddle the human and shower him with goods like a spoiled brat? I’m a predator, and he’s prey!”

“You’ll do it if you want something nice in your immortal line,” Anisa said firmly. “The longer you live, the more boring life gets. But if you do this you’ll be surprised how much your crabby mood will improve.”

“All right, I suppose I'll give it a try. How long until I see these 'results' you speak so highly of?”

Anisa smiled knowingly. "It might take awhile to make your human feel comfortable around you since you've already traumatized the poor creature, so it will likely be several weeks at minimum. It varies for each human."

"Great," Alex grumbled under his breath. It wasn’t what he had hoped for when he let Anisa come over to examine the hunter.

Anisa gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Alex, being sweet and soft isn’t so hard. In fact, I think I’ll check in every once in a while as… incentive for you to use my methods. Make your human like you.”

“That ship has already sailed, been robbed, and sunken by pirates,” Alex growled.

Anisa snorted in amusement before stepping out the front door. “Then haul the wreckage out of the ocean and build a new boat!” She called teasingly over her shoulder.

How on earth will Alex offer comfort to his human instead of hurt, when violence is his first instinct? Will he flunk it? 😂

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[royaltysuite]

The Tales Of Lady Baccara and The Straw Hat Pirates

Chapter One: The First Encounter

Summary: After the events of the liberation of Drumm Kingdom, Y/n reveals herself to the Straw Hats as Chopper’s older sister. However, the reunion is short-lived as she is now interrogated by Luffy and his Straw Hat crew.

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“So, did ya miss me, Chopper?” Y/n asked, holding back the urge to wrap her arms around her little sibling. “Y/n, is that really you?!” Chopper shouted in disbelief. The sight of it was a bit hilarious to the surrounding people in the room. “Of course it’s me. I’ve just been hidden in your shadow the entire time and made sure that you were safe and happy. Even when you were living with the crazy lunatic, Dr.Kureha.” “Wow, that’s amazing…” chimed in Nami’s voice from the background. “Oh, I’m so rude. Sorry for intruding upon your ship. My name is Y/n Baccara, a wolf-woman from the depths of the woods in Drumm Kingdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. If it hasn’t already been clear from what Chopper said, I am his sister.” Y/n explained.

“But, you’re not a deer though? So how could you possibly be siblings?” The swordsman spoke as he made his way around Y/n. “It’s quite simple, you see. He’s my found family. I was once alone and abandoned by my people. They believed that embracing their wolf self was the way nature intended for us, but I was against it. I didn’t want to be seen as a monster to the humans I saved, but they didn’t care. So, they left me to die in an abandoned quarry after a hunt. It was almost a full week until Chopper found me and took me to Dr.Kureha’s. Since then, we formed a bond as siblings even if we weren’t together physically.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet! Chopper, why didn’t you tell us this? Also, stop staring at her like she’s a freak, idiot mosshead!” Nami pointed out. “It never came to mind. All I know is that I’m glad you were always by my side, big sis…” “I’ll always be there, Chopper, no matter what…”

The moment was enough to dispel any form of suspicion from the crew, They then went on to explain to Y/n the plans to bring Vivi back to Alabasta Kingdom in order to stop the war that’s bound to happen between the Royal Army and the Rebel Army. “That is devastating to hear, Vivi. If you would like, I could help by contacting this Pell you speak of. He has the ability to shift into an eagle, right?” “Yes, that’s right. But, could you reach him from such a long distance?” “Not exactly, I’d have to be within a wide enough vicinity around him without drawing suspicion from other citizens. After all, he could take me as a part of the rebel army.”

“That is true, but other than that?” Usopp inquired, very wary of the plan. “I could possess him and plant any message you’d like me to leave.” Y/n answered calmly, as if it was a normal situation. “POSSESS?!!” Everyone shouted. “That’s so cool! Can you possess me, too?!” Luffy bellowed loudly with excitement before being smacked upside the head by Sanji. “It doesn’t work that way. I can only possess animals, not humans, ya silly goose.” Y/n chuckled, booping Luffy on the nose with a small smile. The action made his face tinge a light red before he went back to laughing. “Anyways, guys, the plan when we reach Alabasta - find and stop the REAL culprit behind this civil war before Alabasta crumbles to nothing. Alright?!” Nami yelled, the sound of the rest of the crew’s cheers echoed loudly into the night as the Going Merry sailed through the night.

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The next few days on the sea were full of excitement. I never thought that being around other people would start to heal, especially after reuniting with Chopper. All the time that I spent with Chopper in his mind, I could feel the never-ending anxiety that he had. All the fear of being rejected by outsiders that didn’t understand him. It all hit me like a harsh wave and I wanted nothing more than to just leap out of his mind and comfort him. But, I knew that it was going to be an important step in him becoming more confident in himself.

“Sis, is everything okay? I was calling for you, but you seemed distracted.” “Oh, Tony, I didn’t see ya there. What’s going on?” I replied, shaking myself out of my daze. “I was trying to let you know that we’re approaching Alabasta now and we’re going to a city called Nanohana to restock on supplies. Did you want to come along?” “Sure, sounds interesting. Hmm, maybe they’ll have some smoked fruits…” I mumbled as we made our way off the ship towards the rest of the crew. 

As we made plans to grab only essential supplies while in Nanohana, things quickly took a turn as Luffy had run off. “Luffy, wait!” I hollered, quickly making chase behind him. Soon enough, I caught up to him and saw him sitting at a bar next to an open space in the wall. “Luffy, why didn’t you wait for us?” I sighed, trying to catch my breath before sitting next to him. “I’m hungry. Hey, old man, gimme food. Gimme, gimme, gimme food.” He chanted, clearly food being the only thing on his mind. “Sorry if he disturbed anything, if we could get one of everything on your menu along with some smoked fruit on the side please.” I told the barman, who was still in shock at the scene in front of him. 

It was quite hilarious to see just how simple-minded Luffy was sometimes. “Adorable…” I whispered to myself as I rested my arm on top of the bar counter. Once the food hit the counter in front of Luffy, he immediately began inhaling almost everything in sight. The sight was something out of the ordinary to the bystanders in the bar. As Luffy kept eating, the sound of moving rubble had my ears perking up in alert. I slid off of my seat and took a couple of steps to the side to stand in front of the giant hole in the wall.

The pile of rubble began to move and out popped a large man in a puffer coat. He then stood to his feet and shook off the dust before turning around. Both him and I made eye contact with one another then he began stomping in my directions. “Just who is this guy?” I muttered, tilting my head in confusion. As he got closer and closer to where Luffy was sitting, I stepped to the side. It seemed like he had some unfinished business with Luffy who continued devouring food. Puffer coat guy halted in his steps and he addressed Luffy, who blatantly ignored him until the guy shouted loudly in his face. Luffy took a pause in his meal as the dots began to connect in his head and he recognized the guy. 

“Oh crap, it’s Smoker…” Luffy gulped, a nervous sweat drop beading up on his forehead. Luffy then grabbed up the rest of the food and shoved in his mouth. He then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out into the street. The action startled me and I stumbled a bit before catching my footing. “Uhh, Luffy, why are we running away?” I shouted, trying to figure out what was going on. “Is he an enemy or something?” “I guess you could uh… say that.” The answer made me deadpan a little, but it didn’t matter. Right now, we need to get out of here quickly before the Marines catch wind of us being here.

[xbalayage]

could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

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[eorziapple]

The Cider Press ;)

Did a little bit of smut fiction on Ao3, posting it here because some folks aren't there.

Also posting below so folks dont have to go off site to read :)

She didn’t register the rocking of the ship, normally this deep down it was enough to require her to focus her breathing and stance to avoid the lurching of her stomach. The only thing she could truly focus on at the moment was her own heartbeat, the feeling of strong arms holding up her thighs as she was lifted up, and hot breath that tasted of aged, smooth, smokey spirits. Her lips opened to invite that taste in, and her eyes closed as she welcomed the passionate kiss wholeheartedly.

It had been quite some time since she experienced a kiss, and quite frankly she did not recall the experience being so… bombastic, intense, it didn’t feel this… she didn’t feel this need before. She gripped the back of Klynt’s neck, pushing back against her, sighing into her lips as she felt one of the hands holding her up wandering down her thigh to find the hem of her dress, pulling it up. She could feel Klynt’s grin as the hand ran up her inner thighs. She was surprised with how welcome she felt for the sensation. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Apple mused as she meted out her portion of dinner, a broad smile on her face as she looked upon the woman who had become more of a common fixture in her life in the last few months. “Sailing? Bit of the same as it ever was, if I’m bein’ honest.” She replied with a shrug. “Food sure is better than yer average sailin’ slop, I’ll admit.” Klynt flashed a grin back, Apple had to admit Sebastian had a wonderful talent for cooking for a large group like this, she wasn’t sure she could pull off meals for this many mouths as consistently as he could. “No, just well… Tural! I’ve been hearing stories of it from the merchants and mercenaries for so long, and now we’re heading there!” she chuckled, “I guess I’m just used to being back at the lab, with everything being brought back, never been on the field crew for this kind of thing.” Klynt shrugged again, “Probably need to get used to it, you’re not so terrible in a brawl these days. You may be surprised but the way folks talk it seems you’ve changed a good deal since the shadowy bastard started piggybacking on ya. All too keen on new experiences and all that.” Klynt flashed her a smile as the Hyur finished filling her plate. “I’ve plenty more experiences to show you, should you ever want to learn to climbing the mountain.” That playful wink again. Apple smirked back, “not sure if I’m that fit yet, but our sparring sure helps with that!” The Roegadyn responded with a chuckle, shaking her head and giving Apple that ‘poor little thing’ expression like her mother used to. It was a bit of a confusing reaction, Apple was sure she missed some sort of cue, or maybe it was some sort of in-joke she wasn’t privy to?

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Her body felt extremely hot, perhaps it was, in this time of summer with all the humid air, but it was different. Sensations felt more intense, the feeling of her back pressed against the wooden beam feeling its coarseness and the sharp pain of the occasional splinter as she squirmed. She felt most intensely the air against her skin, the feeling of a tongue meeting with her breast. She felt the weight of her skirt as it fell down her legs, and above all, the confident, experienced fingers -finally- delving into her. She couldn’t help but gasp, her back arching up as she felt the pleasured relief after all that build up. “There we go…” Klynt’s words were smug, she was clearly having fun with this, and it was like honey in the young Hyur’s ears. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness. Apple gripped Klynt’s hair, pulling her face away from her chest, pulling her closer for a fiery kiss. Or at least as fiery as the inexperienced girl could emulate. Her boldness was rewarded, as those talented fingers pressed in deeper and curled -just so- causing Apple to moan loudly into Klynt’s mouth. Apple’s aetheric tattoos began to glow a light blue, the physical reaction affecting her internal aether, clearly. Klynt pulled back to take it in, “Swive, tha’s fun..” she said with a chuckle, before lifting Apple up, pulling her legs over her broad shoulders, Apple couldn’t help but admire that strong back, those scars, the tattoos, many of which she recognized as tributes to the navigator or other tributes to sailing superstitions. She didn’t get to admire for very long though, as Klynt’s head promptly dipped between her legs. Despite her limited experience, -this- trick was entirely new for her. She liked it. She liked it quite a lot, it seemed. ___________________________________________________________________________ “You know Klynt pretty well, right Seb?” Apple queried Sebastian, the always weary looking Hyur, who had the misfortune of sitting across from Apple on this particular evening. He raised an eyebrow at her, “I feel like I’m getting roped into someth-“ Apple cut him off before her could finish, likely because he was speaking the truth. “She keeps talking about ‘climbing the mountain’ and winking and smirking at me, I’m not sure why she’s so insistent about that? I’ve never been very outdoorsy, you see, and my upper arm strength is a long way from-“ Seb cut her off now, with a deep sigh and the pinch of his brow. “She is the mountain, and wants you to climb her.” Apple looked completely befuddled at that, “Why would I cli-“. “Sexually.” He explained.

A long pause this time. “Oh… -Ohhhh-“ Apple’s eyes went wide, Seb seemed grateful at least that he could drop it at that and enjoy his meal, though he couldn’t have avoided noticing Apple getting about as flushed red as her namesake. He smirked a bit as he saw the calculations being made in her mind.

Apple hadn’t considered herself terribly interested in sex, she’d had a few experiences, sure, but they were awkward and she didn’t feel like she’d gotten much outside a mostly painful experience that left her feeling a little too vulnerable in the end. But then again, she had fantasized about Zoissette, caught herself daydreaming about her, and had gotten so frustratingly sullen and depressed when she and Y’shtola had confessed their love for each other right before Apple had committed to such a confession as well. Klynt had been her sparring instructor for months, and now that Seb has put the idea in her head. She had caught herself admiring the well-built woman who had been teaching her. Those muscles, the hair, that damned smirk Klynt flashed all too often. The confidence. She had to admit as well, Klynt had a reputation amongst her peers, one that Apple found herself very curious about. Did.. did she want that? Apple blanked for awhile on that question. Minutes passed before she came to her answer, slowly standing, leaving her food half uneaten as she walked over to Klynt, who looked up at her quizzically. “Y-yes.” Apple said, a shaky start to be sure, but she was awfully nervous.” Klynt looked puzzled, “Yes what?” she responded, her confusion clear in her voice. “I would like to climb the mountain.” Apple was so very matter-of-fact about it that it took Klynt a moment to absorb what she was saying, and Apple was already halfway out of the mess hall by the time she got to her feet to chase after her. It’d be rude to say no to an invitation she laid out, after all. ____________________________________________________________________________ Apple was now -very- aware of the rocking of the boat now, every sway and bob could be felt, and her stomach was churning to be sure, though perhaps not for that reason. She reached up with shaky hands, looking up at…. All of Klynt. Her well-toned abdomen, shapely legs, all those scars, and the lovely tattoos that marked her body. It was not unlike enjoying the galleries back in Sharlayan, so much about the site she beheld was so genuinely artistic. Of course, as she looked up, there was that cocky grin. “Jus’ treat it like our trainin’. If ya make a wrong move I’ll correct ya, though you’re a fast learner, mayhaps I won’t have to.” With that encouragement, her eyes moved to the task at hand, an artistic, welcoming site of its own. She took a deep breath, gripping the back of Klynt’s thighs with both of her hands, couldn’t help but feeling so small in this moment, and her head settled right in between her legs. As she moved from tentative kisses, to exploratory tastes, she eventually dove in, emulating her unexpectedly new lover’s technique, eliciting a deep sigh. “Swiiive me.” Klynt exhaled from her lips. Deep, meaningful poetry in Apple’s ears.

Okay, she liked this.

She liked this a lot.

[fxckin-blackbeard]

@heartthrobxhook

"You think you can look at me with those big brown eyes and get whatever the fuck you want from me?... Well you can and you're abusing your power over me!"

|| @heartthrobxhook ||

ᒥ⚓ᒧ—        He kicks his legs and cackles in the cot. It had been a few weeks since he decided to sail with Killian and abandon the Queen Anne, and he was far happier. He'd dare even say the happiest he's ever been. The professed love was just the start, he didn't know things would keep going up from there, he didn't know they could. And yet, they just did. It was incredible for Edward. He was drinking less and only smoking the opium for pain rather than pleasure.

"Then get the fuck back in this bed, Killy," He opens his arms inviting the other to lay back down a little longer. He even flashed those big, brown doe eyes again. He was certainly abusing their power, especially now that the other had pointed it out.

"C'mon, love, just another half hour and then ya can get ta what you need ta do, please?" Edward used to be an early riser, not anymore. Without the pressure of captaining a ship, he became quiet content staying in bed as long as possible in the mornings. Unfortunately for Killian who was still in charge, that included cuddling him. Ed did have responsibilities, he took on the role of Sailing Master, but he was only ever needed for course charting. Not much of that with no destination in mind at the current moment.

[cosmicxblossoms]

muscular arm curls around the shoulders of the blue-haired man, a casual smile dancing around his own lips as the gaze is fixed on the building in front of them. " don't worry so much! ya said it yourself, this is a small island, nobody's gonna care who we are. just two strangers comin' for a drink or two. relax, it will be fun! " they have been sailing together for what feels almost like an eternity now and the fire fist is keen on trying to offer the pleasures of piracy to deuce. although one likely could discuss whether drinking is truly limited to the adventures of pirates rather than an every day escape most rely on.

Deuce knows what he said about this small island, he remembers it clearly as the muscular arm of his captain wraps around his shoulders in an effort to make him feel more at ease. That doesn't mean they shouldn't at least be a little cautious, the life of a pirate could be just as dangerous as it could be filled with adventure.

Sailing around with Ace certainly never left a dull moment for the two of them, a choice that he never regretted for an instant even if the freckled man beside him could be a handful at times. A sigh left the blue-haired man as a small grin came to his face, leaning down slightly to put his own muscular arm around Ace's shoulders. "Alright I'll try to relax Ace but lets at least try not to cause any problems while were here ok?"

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Barbossa x reader🍏🍓

A drunken night🍺

Synopsis: Y/n spends a night inside the pearl at a party when she investigates the navigations.

Warning: none

It was the stroke of nine at night; the black pearl was settled with lights illuminating the cabin. Laughter filled the cabin from the two wenches beside Jack Sparrow: one with blonde and the other with red hair. The two women drank and laughed as Jack whispered sweet nothings to them. Seating in front of them was a woman wearing a golden white gown with full skirtings and hair done in a la pouffe. Jack had planned a little shindig to celebrate his latest find on a coffer full of gold and jewels. The young woman sat awkwardly while the two wenches caressed Jack’s face. Jack smiled, introducing the two wenches he got from Tortuga. “This ere’s Scarlett, and this ere’s Giselle”.

The two women were undoubtedly different from what she saw at the ports of London; most would be appalled to be touched on the chest or neck. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance’s ladies; I’m certain Sparrow’s lucky to have friends like you” Y/n smiled politely. Giselle glanced at the young woman commenting, “You’s looks a bit young to be in this place”. Y/n took a slight offence to that comment. Was she really that young? “I can assure you I’m of age, “ she said quietly. Scarlett and Giselle grabbed another bottle of rum; the two ladies giggled and leaned into Jack’s hold.

Giselle giggled and asked, “Where’s you from anyways, love? Did Jack pick ya up from Tortuga” Scarlett commented, “Bit plain-faced isn’t she”. Y/n didn’t understand the goals of these two wenches or even why they would follow someone like Jack Sparrow, who only valued the pearl and freedom. “how’s about another round of rum, eh?” Jack suggested.

“My father was a merchant; he was a sailor from the ports of London”, Y/n explained. For most of her childhood, it revolved around books of naval vessels, the function of a ship, the sails, the types of riggings, the positions, navigations, and the routes. Ships had always fascinated the young woman, unlike others that wished to become a lady, noble or, at most, a housewife. Y/n fancied the naval boats; most women thought it rather tedious. Y/n had kept documents and old journals from old sailors that explored the seas; the exciting part is that most note the case of the black pearl. The infamous ship was faster at sea; even mentioning the name would send many shivers and fascinate them. Y/n had an instead, not so rather excellent encounter when first boarding the black pearl. It always starts with a kidnapped lass from a sinking ship caused by pirates; at least Jack Sparrow had ‘saved’ her. “I used to study the routes of naval history and sailing as a child,” Y/n told them; perhaps these two knew of Jack’s adventures and his ship. Alas, they did not.

“Study ships? Sounds a bit boring, don’t it” Giselle admitted. “See, if I was young like you, I wouldn’t be dreamin’ bout some fancy boat; I would be dreamin’ about catching me fancy with a dashing captain” She looked at Jack dreamily.

The thought of settling down with a drunken captain as a wench made y/n flinch with disgust. “I would much rather read than catch myself of ill repute with a grog-blossomed buccaneer”.

“I assume Jack’s ‘teachings’ involve rum,” y/n thought correctly.

“Come now, lass, I’m sure they’s didn’t mean ta make ya hang yer jib, ere’ ave some rum”, Master Gibbs had been sitting at the front of the black wooden dining table. He held out the bottle toward the young woman.

“See here, sweetheart, there’s a thin or two you can learn from Jackie” Scarlett smiled in a flirtatious manner toward Jack.

Jack swallowed the liquor and agreed, “Aye, y/n darlin’, I’ll teach ya sometime”.

Scarlett excitedly asked, “Jackie, aren’t-chou going to tell er’ o’ you getting hitched”.

Y/n’s eyes widened with astonishment. Is Jack Sparrow getting married? Indeed, Jack was chaotic and unpredictable, but getting married? This was news to her, even to Master Gibbs. “You’re getting married?” y/n said in disbelief. The young woman pointed a finger toward Scarlett and Giselle, the two suspects. “And which one did he propose to”.

“Well…” Before Jack could finish his sentence, both the women stood up in sync and said, “ME!”. The two turned to each other in a confused state, looking at their ring, the same encrusted jewelled red stone. Giselle gasped with the realisation that the two women had been played. Giselle and Scarlett both turned to Jack with angry expressions. Jack awkwardly replied, “Bit of a mystery, innit”. At first, Giselle slapped Jack across the face, and Scarlett followed suit, both wenches leaving the docked pearl in annoyance.

Y/n secretly smiled at the karma played with the wenches; she sat up from her seat and ventured outside the dining cabin to find the other captain, no, not Sparrow, Barbossa. Jack and Barbossa had made an accord for sharing the pearl, only for the time being until Hector steals it. When Captain Barbossa captured y/n, she learnt many things from him, her knowledge of piracy and the vast navigations to the briny deep. Y/n had managed to impress the captain; she used her knowledge from studying in the past to get her way around the ship. Hector hadn’t met many women that were into sailing, well, aside from Mrs Turner. At night, y/n would stay up looking at maps and documents to navigate the ship to a port; of course, Hector would poke fun at the girl’s knowledge.

Captain Barbossa stood at the front of the forecastle’s deck, looking above at the stars. Y/n climbed the steps to approach the captain curiously; she placed both hands behind her back formally, saying, “Quiet night is it not?”.

“An’ by Quiet, ya mean Sparrah and his wenches ain’t out ere”, Barbossa sarcastically answered back.

Y/n observed the ship’s sail, and putting her knowledge of navigation to use, she tried to figure out the direction they would first head off for Pirates Cove. “Captain, if we’re set to sail toward the direction of pirates cove, then—” the young woman pointed toward the East “, I believe the ship’s direction would be in the constellation of Sirius”.

“So, we would sail east”, Y/n confidently pointed out. That was until Hector smiled for a moment making the girl think she was correct, but he pointed with his finger toward the other direction, “North, yer facin’ east, ye need ta face north toward port”.

“Whatever, I was close anyways” Y/n placed a hand on her forehead, annoyed. She was still getting used to using the constellations on a map instead of a compass. Captains were more competent because they knew more about the maps than just a regular landlubber; direction, coordination, longitude and latitude, constellation and, of course, the ways to go about it. Barbossa was more intelligent than any other captain; aside from Sparrow, he memorised the map and was an expert in sailing. Y/n only knew the general knowledge of how to read maps and use the tools necessary; however, there was more to it, and it was clear she still had a lot to learn.

The captain smirked with a sarcastic expression. “Oh~, “Close” were ye”.

“Aye, captain, I was”, Y/n spoke back.

“Well than, Miss’s Highness”, he turned to y/n and bowed, holding out his hand “, I’ll reward yer fer yer efforts”.

Hector held his hand out; y/n was curious if this was some trick compared to when they first met. She was taught a lot about survival thanks to being surrounded by pirates. Hector held the young woman’s hand and pulled her hand gently toward him when it touched his rough lips. His lips against her palm felt rough yet soft simultaneously; his beard felt scraggly against her skin. Y/n felt rather bashful but smiled in politeness. However, her face soon turned to a frown when she realised he wasn’t kidding around in a friendly manner; in fact, his other hand trailed up to reach her cheek. He lightly used one finger to touch the young woman’s chin, she stared in confusion, but he leaned forward, pressing his lips on the young woman’s mouth. The lips of the man were rougher and patchier; his beard felt scratchy when it touched her chin. He didn’t stop, though; the kiss sooner turned from a soft one to an utterly passionate embrace. Had the young woman known he felt this way about her; she would’ve said something sooner. Her emotions ran from excitement, confusion, stun, shock, and bewilderment. The captain stroked y/n’s chin as she closed her eyes and placed her arm around his head. The sound of the gentle current brushing against the bottom of the ship. It was a relatively peaceful sound, taking her mind off what was happening now. To anyone seeing this, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight; a young woman kissing a man that’s not got the looks of Sparrow is somewhat uncomfortable to the naked eye. Y/n heard something in the distance; her eyes turned to a figure resembling Jack Sparrow!

“What a hideous sight to see”, He cringed, twitching his lips in disgust.

Y/n pulled away in embarrassment; she covered her face when Jack sat offensively, watching them. Barbossa rolled his eyes and grabbed his flintlock pistol; he aimed it at Jack as he shot it. Y/n flinched; luckily, the bullet only just missed Jack. “Oi, watch where you aim, could’ve killed me”.

“I’ll do tha deed if ye say one more word Jack” Hector shouted.

“I would’ve preferred the sight of you in that hideous wig than that”, Jack gagged. “Question—How can you handle putting your lips on something like that” He pointed toward Hector. Barbossa pulled the trigger again and let off another shot, this time towards Jack’s hat. “Would yarr like ta’ lose that tongue of yer’s Sparrah” Barbossa shouted once more. Jack didn’t feel like risking it with Hector’s temper tonight; after all, he was celebrating. Y/n tried to stop the two from fighting before someone ended up with a bullet. She asked Jack, “Jack, perhaps we ought to cast off and set sail to Pirates Cove; I say we start by heading north over the horizon”.

“Fine idea, see, them books about sailin’ did come in handy, aye, love” Jack went off to order his men to prepare to set sail. Y/n smiled as she turned toward Hector, who scoffed, expecting a ‘thank you’ in return.

Y/n pressed her finger toward her lips, remembering the feeling of his. It was somewhat surprising, was the captain one sheet to the wind? He couldn’t have been grog blossomed, though still confused her why the captain kissed her of all people.

Suppose it’s a mystery.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[lordkingsmith]

June lyric prompts 2024

1. Leave it to me to get into some kinda trouble/breaking a rule, crossing a line/leave it to me to step into chaos/tame fire with one hand on the other I could die/I’ve just fallen ten stories but that ain’t hurtin/just dance in fire/but that boy, he is my/current emergency-current emergency by Savannah Campbell

2. And the blood will dry, underneath my nails/And the wind will rise up, to fill my sails/See you can doubt, and you can hate/But I know, no matter what it takes/I'm coming home-coming home by Skylar Grey

3. Always catching myself at night/Only go out when the sun goes down/I got an ocean of emotion inside/I am not Poseidon lover's island but I ride him in the riptide-crybaby by roseboi

4. There’s a dirt road in town/where the north wind blows in jest,/and the midnight sun burns low,/in the woods where now they rest/and the tents in the fields break the younger men’s backs/and corsets and the heels pop the drunken gents slacks/Soapy Smith laid his hand, raised ‘em up in this land/long gone-forever he’s damned-Diamond Lil by Seth and Sara

5. The girl was never there/It's always the same/I'm running towards nothing/Again and again and again.-A Forest by Kaleida

6. And the stress it unwinds/To a pulse of true time/And the symbols they rhyme/Pouring out into my mind/I'm here feeling it all/I'm here, big and small/I can do anything/I can do nothing/I am free, I'm free in my mind-Free by Ocie Elliott

7. Who's that sexy thing I see over there?/That's me, standin' in the mirror/What's that icy thing hanging 'round my neck?/Um, that's gold, show me some respect, oh-Me, Too by Meghan Trainor

8. Such boundless pleasure/We've no time for later now/You can't await your own arrival/You've twenty seconds to comply-Let Go by Imogen Heap

9. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision/But only for you/My head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times/When I think of you/I will shield you from the waves/If they find you/I will protect you/Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I/I am the only one/Even if it's not true-Last of the real ones by Fall Out Boy

10. There's a haze above my TV/That changes everything I see/And maybe if I continue watching/I'll lose the traits that worry me/Can we fast forward to go down on me?-New Perspective by Panic!At the disco

11. My body's aching/System overload/Temperature's rising/I'm about to explode/Watch me I'm intoxicated/Taking the show, ah/It's got me hypnotized, ah/Everybody step aside-evacuate the dance floor by Cascada

12. Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret/But I know if I could do it over/I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart/That I left unspoken-what hurts the most by rascal flatts

13. Time to stage a show/smile and pretend/drown in sorrows and cry/tell them all these little white lies/oh, god knows that I’ve tried/pretend that I’m fine-blame by pocket key

14. Recount the night that/I first met your mother/And on the drive back to my house/I told you that, I told you that I loved ya/You felt the weight of the world/Fall off your shoulder/And to your favorite song/We sang along to the start of forever/And after all this time I'm still into you-into you by Paramore

15. Came a time/When every star fall/Brought you to tears again/We are the very hurt you sold/And what's the worst you take/From every heart you break?-Helena by My Chemical Romance

16. Haven't had a dream in a long time/See, the life I've had/Can make a good man bad/So for once in my life/Let me get what I want/Lord knows, it would be the first time-please please please by the smiths

17. I don't need no honey, I want more money/Talking that bad money, that mad money/Only get silly for a billy, yeah, I said I'ma need a couple more zeros on that-Zeros by headie one(feat. Jazzy & cassö)

18. Check yes Juliet/Here's the countdown/Three, two, one, now fall in my arms/Now they can change the locks/Don't let them change your mind

19. I know temptation is the devil in disguise/You risk it all to feel alive, oh, yeah/You're offering yourself to me like sacrifice/You said you do this all the timeTell me you love me if I bring you to the light-take my breath by The Weeknd

20. He knew what to say to sweep me off my feet/I should've never heard a word he said to me/I was comfortable with ignorance is bliss/'Cause I told myself I wouldn't fall for it/But then/Quicker than a flash, he had me at hello/He took me by the hand, we started dancing slow/I didn't wanna get attached but now, I'm far too close-Valentino by MNEK and Years & Years/Olly Alexander

21. Some tings don't work/Some tings are bound to be/Some tings, they hurt/And they tear apart me/You left your diary at my house/And I read those pages/Do you really love me, baby?-wait a minute! By Willow Smith

22. Does the pain weigh out the pride/And you look for a place to hide?/Did someone break your heart inside/You're in ruins-21 guns by Green Day

23. Only you can be the aching in my heart/My enemy, the only animal I couldn't fight/You hold me in the dark when storms arrive/Only you-Ellie Goulding Only You

24. I know we got it good, but they got it made/And their grass is getting greener each day/I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down/Before anybody's knowin' our name-all the right moves by one republic

25. If our love is running out of time/I won't count the hours, rather be a coward/When our worlds collide/I'm gonna drown you out before I lose my mind-lalala by naughty boy

26. Handsome, tender, soft/Why do you look right through/Thinking/“No, I can't deny my feelings"/Growing strong/I try to keep believing, dreaming on/And every time I see you, I crave more/I wanna pull you closer, closer, closer, closer/But you leave me feeling frozen

27. There may be/Someone who truly believes love is blind/But I beg to differ there's two of a kind/They will find each other/And that is a real bliss/Our very first kiss-first kiss by Alexander rybak

28. He said "think about the children/Think about the children/You wanted me to write a hit record for the radio/Are you never gonna get it?/The kids already know!/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do-radio friendly pop song by Matt Fischel

29. We learn to run at speed of light/And to fall down from any height/It's true but just remember that/What we do is what you just can't do/An opera of craziness-cartoon heroes by aqua

30. Hello baby, can I see a smile/I'm going to a party and its gonna be wild (okay)/Can I come, I am sitting alone/No, friends are never alone (that's right)/Maybe some pretty girls are in your world/Excuse me, I could also be your girl/Lately everyone is making fun-best friend by ToyBox

31. Give me the burden, give me the blame/I'll shoulder the load, and I'll swallow the shame/Give me the burden, give me the blame/How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?/Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not/He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got-Devil’s Backbone by The Civil Wars

[missfckingfortune]

A little about me! I was tagged by @ninthcircleofprythian <3 I'm tagging @areyoudreaminof and @wilde-knight but no pressure!

Do you make your bed?

Literally never

Favorite number?

There's just something about a 7, ya know?

What’s your job? I've been a registered nurse for the last nine years, just finished school for my NP degree.

If you could go back to school would you? NO

Can you parallel park?

With great effort and much cursing.

Do you think aliens are real?

Probably. But there's a lot of deep time and space between them and us.

Can you drive a manual car?

I wish the answer to this was yes. But the answer is really, only under massive supervision from my father.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

The smut, of course.

Tattoos?

Yes. Currently, I have a wave on my ankle, "Know no shame" on one arm, and "Know no fear" on the other, which comes from the incredible TV series Black Sails. Go watch it. Do it now while it's on Netflix. Future plans for more ink include the bird my father said he would come back as in the next life, some sort of floral design with either hibiscus or heliconia, and "e noho pū me aʻu," which roughly translates to "be with me" since the Hawaiian islands have become such a large part of my life and my family's lives.

Favorite color?

Teal/turquoise

Favorite types of music

A little bit of everything. Tom Petty, Taylor Swift, Bad Omens, Lana, Zach Bryan, Artic Monkeys, Gin Blossoms, BANKS, You Me at 6, Hozier.

Do you like puzzles?

Not one bit.

Any phobias

Weirdly, needles. As a nurse. I know.

Favorite childhood sport?

Some may debate if it's a sport, but horseback riding. I've been riding for twenty five years!

Do you talk to yourself?

Constantly.

What movies do you adore?

Lucky Number Slevin, The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, Mad Max- Fury Road, Pirates of the Caribbean, Meet Joe Black, Hell or High Water, Fury, Rush.

Coffee or tea?

COKE ZERO OR LA CROIX

First thing you wanted to be growing up

Actress

[luciferfemme]

Hazbin Omens

just a little one shot because I could not restrain myself after that little quote I made

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“Ugh, I hate the Pride ring. It’s so ghastly. Not to mention my ex and his scary ass boyfriend… hey Angel. Alastor,” Crowley said, trying to force a smile as his ex Angel Dust and new boyfriend Alastor, appeared, walking down the street together. It had been ages since Crowley had been down to the Pride ring. His relationship with the pornstar Angel Dust had been short-lived at best. Sometime between ’63 during one of his off again moments with Aziraphale and ’70 when Angel had signed with Valentino. Crowley spent most of his time after that in Sloth, sleeping. Usually when he came to Hell it was to Sloth, unless he’d otherwise been called to his office in Pride. 

“Crowley,” Angel said with a smirk. “Been a long time.” Alastor glared at the other redhead. 

“What brings you and…” he looked over at Aziraphale. “An Angel to Hell?” 

“Former Angel,” Aziraphale explained happily, holding out his hand. “Aziraphale, how do you do?” 

Alastor grinned, “Alastor. A pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure. Well well well, a former angel and the guardian of the Eastern gate no less. How very interesting.” Aziraphale smiled, blushing slightly and Crowley couldn’t help but be annoyed. He could see why Angel liked Alastor, he was a powerful overlord but he was also incredibly charming in an annoying sort of way.

“Yes well, we’ve been… friends for quite a long time,” Aziraphale admitted. 

Angel rolled his eyes, “Al quit flirtin’ with the angel huh.” Alastor turned towards him then. 

“I wasn’t…”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Angel smirked. “See ya around Crowley,” he said. 

“Yeah,” Crowley wasn’t quite sure what to make of the interaction. It was always strange running into people he knew here. He only hoped he didn’t run into Vox or Valentino, he was fairly certain he would punch the stupid moth in the face for what he’d done to Angel. Unbeknownst to Crowley that ship had long since sailed thanks to the Radio Demon.

* * *

“Why him?” Alastor asked as the two were sat in a coffee shop later. 

“Eh, what can I say? I got a thing fa redheads who are good with their tongues.” 

Alastor opened his mouth, then immediately closed it again. “I don’t have a response for that.” 

Angel giggled, “You don’t gotta mio cervo. He an’ I been done a long time. An’ anyway he’s always had a thing for Zira. I think he just liked that he had someone he could call Angel.” 

Alastor considered this. He supposed he could understand it from both demons perspectives, after all, Alastor had been unable to resist Angel’s charms upon meeting him. The Radio Demon did not know Crowley personally, he was neither an overlord, nor a Goetia, or any manner of demonic royalty, despite having played a hand in much of humanity’s downfall. Still it seemed Crowley knew him well enough and frankly that’s all that mattered for Alastor. The former Angel though was a curious one. Aziraphale. Perhaps Crowley was more brilliant than he'd thought. After all, any demon capable of seducing an angel to the dark side was clearly worth his weight in gold to Hell's cause. Of course, Alastor didn't need to know that theres was less a seduction to the darkside and more, a six thousand year long love story that had only recently found its happily ever afterlife.

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Rod Stewart has been unveiled as the first confirmed performer for Glastonbury 2025, securing the iconic Sunday teatime “legends” slot on the Pyramid stage. The announcement has thrilled fans of the 79-year-old music legend, whose illustrious career spans over five decades. Expressing his enthusiasm for the performance, Stewart shared, “I’m proud and ready,” adding with his trademark humor and confidence, “I’m more than able to pleasure and titillate” the Glastonbury crowd. Stewart will be joining some of the festival's oldest performers, but not the oldest when he performs at 79. Burt Bacharach played the Pyramid stage at 87 in 2015, and Paul McCartney headlined in 2022, a little bit after his 80th birthday. Still, Stewart's unbelievable energy and all-time hits make his show likely to be one of the festival's summits. Jakub Janecki, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons With a catalog of timeless classics, Stewart’s set is expected to draw massive crowds. His rise to fame began in 1971 with chart-toppers like Maggie May and Stay With Me, the latter as the lead singer of Faces. Over the years, he has delivered unforgettable hits such as Sailing, *Da Ya Think I’m Sexy? *, and The First Cut Is the Deepest. His career has 11 UK No.1 albums and an astonishing 1,189 weeks on the charts. Though Stewart cannot touch the singles chart as he once could, his albums are still very much in demand. His latest album, Swing Fever, released in February was a big band collection with Holland. That was his third UK No 1 album in the past five releases, proof that for him the classic appeal is far from fading. Next year, Stewart will tour extensively throughout Europe and North America until August. However, he recently announced that these will most probably be his final large-scale world tours. Despite this, he has no intention of disappearing into the background. "I have no desire to retire. I love what I do, and I do what I love," he said. Wit tintin a, this was with a characteristic wry remark: "I'm fit, have a full head of hair, and can run 100 meters in 18 seconds at the jolly old age of 79." Ahead, he spoke of plans for future projects: an American Songbook album, and a more subdued Swing Fever tour.But, with a twinkle in his eye, he teased, "Then again, I may not". Apart from music, classic sports cars is another passion, although Stewart has of late been vocal about the bad state of road conditions in Essex, where he stays. "Because of potholes on our roads, I may have to find new owners for them," he said. In the past, he's even had to take on repairing roads near his home, complaining that the poor conditions are damaging vehicles and even hazards for emergency services. "People are bashing their cars up. The other day, there was an ambulance with a burst tire. "My Ferrari can't go through here at all," he said. The Glastonbury legends slot has become a much-loved tradition, hosting legendary acts. Among those who have appeared since the pandemic includes Shania Twain, Yusuf/Cat Stevens, and Diana Ross. Earlier stars Dolly Parton, Lionel Richie, and Paul Simon have all featured; Stewart is the latest addition to the list. As rumors go around with the headliner acts for the festival, names like Bruce Springsteen, Stevie Wonder, Olivia Rodrigo, Sam Fender, and The 1975 are some of the names being bantered around. For now, though, everyone's looking at Rod Stewart, whose charisma, legendary hits, and limitless energy promise an unforgettable performance in 2025. Read the full article