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marinerainbow · 9 months

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GRANNY BOONE AND DAISY DUKE?? Well, I bet I'm going to love Shiny then XDD She sounds great! ^^

I wonder, and I'm sure you knew this was coming but- how would she and Poppy get along? ^^

You know The Dukes of Hazzard!? That's one of my favorite movies!! (I haven't seen the TV show though.) And yeah, Granny Boone is honestly how I imagine Shiny would be if/when she gets older. Mixed with a bit of Stanley Pines.

Poppy and Shiny?? Uh... Wellll ngl I was kind of hoping you'd ask that, but I'm also kinda embarrassed 😅

I'm way too excited you asked this, so I gotta get the REALLY self-indulgent stuff out of the way. I ship them. I ship them hard. Poppy is a closeted bisexual that desperately needs a take-no-shit girlfriend, and Shiny is a raging pan that would adore her soft BAMF gf. I've thought about them together and their dynamic for a looong time honestly 😅

Though if I'm not being as self-indulgent. I like to think they'd be friends ^^ Shiny can easily be a bitch, but she'll be friendly as long as you're friendly too. And you and I both know that Pops doesn't have a mean cell in her body. Shiny knows you gotta be cautious with people, even if they appear kind on the outside. But once she realizes that Poppy genuinely is a caring person who really means no harm, Shiny would be happy to get to know her.

They don't live in the same apartment complex. Shiny has a house on the far side of town. Not to mention her night life; Poppy would be trying to go to sleep by the time Shiny is out working in the club. So the most likely scenario they would meet would be while Shiny is shopping for a new work dress at the boutique (she decided to check the place out after she finally got Smartass to tell her where he got his suit).

Poppy would be pretty surprised with how bold Shiny is, but since she isn't actively being a bitch, Poppy is just shocked momentarily. After it wears off though, she'd actually start to admire Shiny in all honesty. Even if it is surprising to hear all the things Shiny would say, Pops thinks it's so cool that she feels comfortable enough to share her opinions with anybody (*cough* not to mention she thinks she's pretty. Yes, even outside of the ship, Poppy would think Shiny is beautiful)

On Shiny's end, she thinks Poppy is adorable and sweet. Again, it would take her a while to fully trust her, but once she does she would like Poppy. Sure, she's not really used to being around a more reserved crowd, but Pops can handle her (if she can handle the Toon Patrol, then she can definitely handle Shiny). She also wants to bring Poppy out of her shell more; help Poppy become more confident in herself, and understand that she is strong. She's just more quiet/subtle about it than Shiny is. (She would totally flirt with Poppy. She thinks she's a cutie pie.)

(*cough* platonically or romantically, if Shiny ever heard about Henry and Ben, she hates them instantly- especially Ben- and is in Poppy's corner, "Poppy, baby, I love you. But if I ever see those ass-hats, I'm busting their heads onto the curb." "Shiny, please don't." "I ain't gonna go looking for them. I'm just letting you know because I love you.")

Either way, neither of them would mind each other. They have vastly different tastes in entertainment and style, different morals, and lead different lives. But they respect and like each other above it all.

One more thing; since Shiny knows/conducts business with the Toon Patrol, maybe that's how Poppy gets introduced to them? Like maybe they hear that Shiny's getting close to 'the lady at the shop' and decide to see what's up? Or eventually, Shiny decides to just introduce Poppy to hear acquaintances/business partners? What do you think?

Thank you so much for asking about Shiny!!!

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bosspigeon · 4 months

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staring at the Newegg order page like

#pidge speaks #pls ship #pls ship now #i am begging you to ship #legit going insane rn i have not been this impatient for something in a long time PLS #i know im being insane #ordered the pc on the 31st but it counts it as the first bc i did it later in the evening/night???#1-2 business days to process except it counted as a preorder so i dont think it started actually processing until yesterday #so 1-2 days starting now??? ig???#and then it will take 3-5 to ship #but i am going absolutely bonkers rn #still gotta buy the monitor and keyboard #know what kind of keyboard i want at least #wonder if i can go ahead and choose the monitor/keyboard and like have the shipped to my local bb and put them on hold or smthn #then i can just swing in and pick them up when the pc gets here #god i still need to buy the fn game #so thats another 60 bucks on top of everything else #hhhhhhhhhhhh #screaming crying throwing up

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vickyvicarious · 2 years

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I wonder what kind of dreams Mina is having...

#dracula daily #i cant stop thinkinf about how much time she spends asleep #she's closer to dracula's influence except sunrise/sunset #is she dreaming of him?#is the sleeping part of becoming a vampire or some subconscious attempt to resist #what if she knows how to lucid dream. would that be a similar enough state to hypnotism in some way?#i imagine mina dreaming horrible wonderful things #she dreams of dracula's assault #of lucy's end #she holds jonathan's hand as she falls asleep and has a GOOD dream of the two of them together and happy and no dracula anymore #and then dream!mina is kissing him and his neck and then bites down and -drinks- and jonathan is still smiling and relaxed #she drinks so much that he's pale and trembling but he laughs and kisses her again and now there's blood on his mouth too #and she feels so GOOD so alive and strong and closer than ever with his lifeblood pumping through her veins and it's such a happy dream #until she wakes up.#(even then. horribly it takes a few minutes. jonathan sees her smile upon waking; answers it with his own. and it takes a while to realize)#or maybe sometimes mina doesn't think she dreamed at all and she is so grateful for a peacefuk sleep #nothing but darkness and the feeling of the train's movement lulling her #and it's fine it's good there's nothing at all and that's such a relief now #but then. come sunrise. when van helsing hypnotizes her. for just a brief moment in between entering the trance and surrending #all her own awareness and control - for just a single moment - the darkness feels so familiar. the movement not of a train but a ship #she doesn't have time to be certain. was she dreaming of dracula? was she *dracula* in what she thought were her few moments of peace?#there's no time to be sure before her mind surrenders under the wave of van helsing's intent.#before she subsumes herself and her Self becomes *him* again. she feels what he feels knows what he knows because they are one and the same #and when they separate it's a kind of mercy that she doesn't remember. but it means she forgets the maybe-dreams as well #mina murray

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xenonmoon · 1 year

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Marc and Frenchie here are written like your average romance story couple going through a relationship crisis??? hello???

#moon knight #moon knight comics #marc spector moon knight #xenon reacts #I can't #I know they both have a gf now but I'm still shipping them so much #they behave like a couple except they have no clue abt it until something happens and they break up #except they don't know it's a break up bc they're both clueless #my bestest best friend other half of my soul I kiss goodnight and go to bed with because we're the bestiest besties in the world #I swear neither of them have any of this vibes with their respective girlfriends #Steven and Marlene used a little depending on the writer in charge #but no one break in the most tearjerking goodbye each time they part ways like marc and frenchie

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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He has really bad memory

#Emile's Arts #Jel La Fleur #Well now I'm just making things up fdkgjfdkgjk #Give him the character give him the character #Despite being part of a Hivemind this jelly has absolutely no thoughts like. ever.#La Fleur suffering the same issue I have when I draw myself where sometimes I'll be like #'This looks off why does it look off'#and it is 100% always because I forgot to draw the glasses #Which is a wild thing to forget considering I need them to see #La Fleur and I are married he did not know how to play Table Turf until I taught him for a sponsored event against the other shopkeeps #And he still doesn't quiet Get It but he plays when summoned and gets very competitive after loosing #He still uses the deck I made him...#He hold hands and I listen to him talk #I've decided this S/I is a little guy of few words #To balance Le Fleur's many #Also I didn't draw it cause Table Turf cards are hard to draw but La Fleur makes me a custom Table Turf card #to add to my Table Tuft card collection #And it's super cute and I love him #Self ship

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dickgraysonxtherapy · 2 years

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psa

listen, we all know i’m unofficially a birdflash blog so everyone must be squinting their eyes at the robstar content i’ve been rebloging, but like. listen.

i blame teen titans mostly, but like, look at her. Kory is so amazing, i love her to pieces, and yes i am more of a w|w starfire kinda gal, but Kory and Dick are bi4bi if i’ve ever seen it.

also, if they’re not gonna make birdflash canon the least they could do is robstar. like, this amazingly powerful woman of color who’s suffer tremendously definitely probably deserves better than Dick, but they could stop discrediting their relationship. like, i love Babs, don’t get me wrong, but i am not about how they’re pushing d*ickbabs at the cost of robstar and Kory.

so, i am pro robstar because i will not see them do my girlboss dirty like that. and also i love Mar’i Grayson. she deserves to be canon, and Dick deserves to be a dilf.

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shadowglens · 2 years

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looking at a prompt @montliyets sent me for gigi/peter days ago and wishing i had the strength to write a 5+1 formatted fic about five times they couldn’t help each other and one time they did

#txt #all the angst of micommunication and misunderstandings #of growing up so differently and being thrust into being heroes so differently #and how there was always going to be a disconnect there - between heroes need to save people and gigis subconscious desire to be saved #them both trying So Hard over the years to make that bridge and meet halfway but the other always being too emotional or compromised to *#* see the opportunity for what it is #until one day it clicks and it hurts because they’re still very different people but they Know How To Help Each Other now #😭😭😭😭😭#anyway idek if this makes sense I’m just constantly going insane over my super indulgent break up ship you know?#(it’s not about them learning to love each other!! it’s about them learning to understand each other!!)#fuck gotta tag them so i don’t loose these ideas #gigi x peter

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girlitfeelsgood · 6 days

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just discovered that there's a danish universal music store that does ship cds and stuff to sweden so I got the collector's edition of the black dog variant hihi

#they only had the black dog and albatross in store and I think the patch for the black dog will probably be cooler #but hard to know since they don't actually show it 🙄#I feel like the danish store has to be pretty new because it never showed up the previous times I've looked?#I thought the closest store was the german one #also never understood why you can buy other merch from there but physical copies of music only ship to germany #and switzerland I think? it never made any sense to me #I thought there was no way for me to get the special editions :/#cause I had no idea the danish store existed until right now #so I could have gotten one of the other two editions if I had only known :/ cause I think I kinda vibe more with them #but well it is what it is #I don't have any collector's edition stuff so I'm still happy with this even if I think I would've preferred the bolter #I guess there's a possibility it could come back in stock but idk #also sad about still not getting a signed cd but I am used to that particular disappointment at this point

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daisyachain · 20 days

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I need to wait until after I sleep to try and say what’s wrong with the Dark Continent arc. Most of it is details. We don’t need details. HxH’s strength is it exists in a dreamlike world where things have no logical weight and laws of reality appear only as they concern our protagonists. Dark Continent tries to be an arc dependent on in-world forces acting independently according to complex motives. This has never been the case. All previous ‘worldbuilding’ has been dreamed up on the spot to give our protagonists something to do.

It works because there is no logic in the world anyway. Hisoka can kill half the hunter examinees and it’s fine. Gon can go to the legal death match tower age 12 and it’s normal. Killua can do it age 6 and it’s still fine. The entire auction-mafia system exists retroactively to give Kurapika a reason to wear a suit. Everything feels like it just came into being in the last half an hour, like the world doesn’t load until we arrive in it. This is an appeal of the series. HXH feels like a game. It is a game. Dark Continent arc has some gamey elements (Ging and Pariston’s sparring. The succession war of elimination) but the whole convoluted G6 setup is just unimaginably bleugh. Togashi didn’t need to write it and by putting in so much worldbuilding, he prompts us to expect the worldbuilding to hold together. It doesn’t.

#kelsey liveblogs hxh #so many authors want to do worldbuilding. no. stop right there.#the moment you ask your audience to think about a thing they won’t stop thinking about #up until now the question has been: what if video games were real life #the dark continent changes the question to: how would politics play out if another world was discovered #WRONG question. this is NOT. a sci-fi series. or specfic.#I am still having a great time because melody. oh but also #I see where the pariston people are coming from because he and Ging very nearly [redacted] on panel #I don’t like either of them. I do not ‘ship’ anything related. I did feel like I needed to close the book at that point

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emptyjunior · 8 months

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Enough random notes that have a written story on them as environmental storytelling, explore the space, get crazier with it.

You move into a house and aw cute, it has the kids height on the walls but you notice there's a three foot difference in height between measurements, you check the date, they're a month apart. The final measurement is on the ceiling. It's dated two days ago.

You're part of a recovery team that have finally found a stranded ship, they were found too late and have all passed a long time ago. They all died of starvation. You enter their storeroom, it's filled with food. In the dining hall you find the tables laden with perfectly fine looking breads, cakes, cured meats, jams, candies. Your medic says all the people sitting at the table didn't eat a Thing.

You wake up in an apocalypse. You can't find anyone at all as you wander the streets but you do hear faint music playing from somewhere. You stumble into a supermarket, to see all the aisles still full, except for the shelf that was full of ear plugs, which look to be the only thing that was looted.

Like there's light, sound, props. Having a street where every house is decimated except for One. Landing on a planet known for having No Water and a plant is growing and you don't know where it could have possibly gotten moisture from but you can't find the citizens Anywhere.

I'm sorry, I'm just kinda over the "graffiti on the wall to show the bad guy is around". That's not environmental storytelling that's just normal story. Show me I'm in the villains territory by the rain suddenly cutting out above me as I'm driving, even though it's meant to be raining all night. I park the car and step out, and realise the constellations are Wrong, until I see they're Not constellations, they're the blinking lights of a massive ship-

I Will stop now because everytime I go to write a sentence it devolves into another prompt but I'm just saying we have a Lot of senses, engage them, show me the Environment in environmental storytelling.

#text post #why have I written a Rant Completely unprompted #print it out and leave it next to me skeleton like I'm in Skyrim I guess #video games #writing #prompts #writing prompt #gaming #environmental storytelling

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bogleech · 2 months

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Simple lifeform facts I take for granted that I've now seen blowing people's minds on here:

That sea urchins walk around and have mouths with teeth on their undersides

That corals are related to jellyfish

Barnacles being related to crabs and shrimp

Ants being an offshoot of wasps

Termites being totally unrelated to ants and all similarities just being convergent evolution (they're actually a group of cockroaches, but even science didn't know that part until a few years ago)

Starfish having an eye at the end of each arm

That the bodies of ticks and mites are also their heads, essentially big heads with legs (they even frequently have eyes way up on "the body")

Sperm whales have no upper teeth, and also their bodies are flat from the front

Goats also having no upper (front) teeth

Tapeworms having no mouth at all and just absorbing nutrients over their entire body surface

That flies are bigger pollinators than bees

That moths are bigger pollinators than bees

That wasps are just as important pollinators as bees (more important to many groups of plants) and when we say they're "less efficient" at it we just mean individually they get a little less pollen stuck to them.

That honeybees are nonnative to most of the world and not good for the local ecosystem, just good for human agriculture

That earthworms are also nonnative and destructive to more habitats than the reverse

There being no hard biological line between slugs and snails; all slugs aren't necessarily related to each other and there are gastropod groups where some have shells and some don't

That ALL octopuses (not just the blue ring) have a venomous bite

Most jellyfish and sea anemones being predators that eat fish

"Krill" being shrimp up to a few inches long and not some kind of microbe

Blue whales therefore being the deadliest predators to ever evolve as they eat up to several million individual animals per day

That krill are still "plankton" because plankton refers to whatever animals, algae and other organisms are carried around by the sea's currents, not to any particular group of life or a size category

Fungi being no more related to plants than we are, and in fact more like a sibling to the animal kingdom if anything

Venus fly traps being native to only one small area of North America in all the world

Parasites being essential to all ecosystems

Leeches not having a circular ring of teeth anywhere

That algae is not a type of plant

That most seaweed is just very big algae

That enough wood ends up in the ocean that plenty of sea life evolved to eat only wood

Speaking of which the fact that the "ship worms" that make tunnels in wood are just long noodly clams

Butterflies technically just being a small weird group of moths we gave a different name to

That insects only get wings once they reach maximum size and therefore there can never be a younger smaller bee or fly that's not a larva

Spiders not being any more likely to kill their own mates/young than just a cat or dog might, for most species maybe a lot less often?

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odysseys-blood · 8 months

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going through fhr book 1 again bc i want to make a seaparate save for chen since i was already w/ mortum and i feel bad being messy and im connecting dots i missed entirely before

#cliffnotes/.txt #like the man at the center of heartbreak having the same colored eyes as you #smthn abt hg possibly having a child or a younger relative that looks suspiciously like you #and its not like you'd be able to directly make that connection bc ol dude from heartbreak doesnt have much of any physical description #ooooo i love noticing little things #the insistence that his memories arent yours even now #i wonder if hes in there #idk if itd be apt to call him your original until the next book is out so im just theorizing to myself rn #but hmmmm #was thinkig abt this with an ai fan standpoint as well like considering the mc as a ship of thesus type deal #theres probably 3 different spheres of influence for you at thispoint #your mind as sidestep (memories) ace's mind as well as whoever your original was/is #if theres no true boundary esp with you switching back and forth then they get mixed up #there still is some degree of separation. but u still pick up pieces of the others and add them to yourself

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valeskafics · 1 month

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"From The First Moment" - Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

a/n: combined a couple of anon requests for this one, hope y'all enjoy!! 🩷

Summary: From the first moment he saw you, Feyd has been drawn to you, your kindness forever cementing your place in his heart. When your betrothal is shockingly annulled, Feyd decides he'll do whatever is necessary to have you back by his side.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, murder, blood kink, innocence kink, overstim, oral f receiving, fingering, loss of virginity, p in v sex, inkpie/creampie lmao, breeding kink

Word Count: 2,755

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

From the first moment he saw you, Feyd Rautha felt an inexplicable pull to you, a desire to be near you. He was only six years old, watching you clutch Duke Leto’s hand as you and your family disembarked from your ship, setting foot on Arrakis for the first time. Feyd said his hellos to your father, your mother, your brother. Then he turned to you, a slight grimace on his face. He was still at the age where he had no interest in girls, speaking to them, playing with them, anything. And there you were, all bright-eyed with your bouncy curls and your dimpled smile as you introduced yourself. He looked you over, his expression of disdain soon turning to one of curiosity as you extended your palm, a small black beaded bracelet held out toward him.

“I brought you a gift,” you declared proudly, “The old lady with the funny thing on her head said that we’re going to be married one day, so I made you this.”

Feyd narrowed his eyes slightly, a bit suspicious at the gesture, annoyed by the fact that you seemed to know more about the situation than he did. However, he was still drawn to you, taking a step closer, his fingertips tracing the tiny bracelet. You had nothing in common with him, and yet, he was overtaken by the urge to speak to you.

“You made this for me?” He asked, surprise coloring his voice.

You nodded excitedly, your curls bouncing in a way he could only describe as adorable, “Do you like it? Paul said it was stupid, but I think he’s stupid.”

Feyd bit back a smile, taking the bracelet from you, admiring it more than he cared to admit, “I like it. It’s pretty.”

“I can tie it for you?”

He rolled his eyes at your offering, smiling in spite of himself as he extended his wrist to you, “Fine. But you’d better do it right.”

Feyd watched as your tiny fingers deftly tied the bracelet. He’d never been interested in girls up until that moment, but now, he was entranced by you, for lack of a better word. He even found it cute the way your tongue poked out from between your lips, brows screwed together in concentration as you tied the bracelet to his wrist. And when you were finished? You gave him a satisfied smile, beaming up at him.

“There! Now we’ll be friends forever.”

He looked between you and his wrist, completely won over by you as he blurted out, cheeks flushing, “You’re cute.”

You giggled, your dimples growing more pronounced as your smile deepened, “Thank you. I think you’re cute too. You’re much prettier than the boys back on Caladan. They all look like the sandworms you have here, if you want my opinion.”

If anyone asked, he would’ve blamed the desert heat for his red cheeks. He turned his face away from you, not wanting to show any signs of weakness, your compliment making the poor boy weak in the knees.

“You think I’m pretty?” He mumbled softly.

“Uh huh,” you chirped, taking his hand. Your delicate touch, your soft hand in his, was enough to have his heart thudding against his chest as you questioned, “What do you do for fun here?”

“I train. I’m meant to become a great warrior one day.”

“Can I watch you train?�� Feyd was surprised by the request, and it must have shown on his face because you explained, “My brother never lets me watch. He says I’m annoying. I think he’s annoying.”

Feyd snickered slightly, nodding, “Well, you can watch me if you want. But only if you promise to tell everyone how much better I am than your brother.”

You nodded, “Okay! I promise.”

Your innocence, your genuine goodness stirred something inside Feyd Rautha’s heart that day. You were the first person who showed no ulterior motive when being kind to him. You simply did so because you were a good person.

The two of you grew close during your family’s visit, as the details of the engagement were ironed out between the Atreides and Harkonnen, the Bene Gesserit facilitating the entire event. You played together, spending long afternoons chatting about anything and everything. Feyd did his best to teach you how to fight, while you? Ask anyone and they’d say you taught him how to love, if only one person.

When the time came for you to board your family’s ship and return to Caladan, you threw your arms around Feyd, fat tears falling from your eyes as you clung to him and sniffled, “Promise me you’ll write to me.”

Unused to such overt affection, he was caught off-guard for a moment, but he quickly hugged you back, his face buried in your curls, his chest feeling tight and a lump forming in his throat, “I promise…”

The two of you stay in touch over the years as you grow up, sometimes for such insignificant reasons as stating how excited you are for the wedding. You remain sweet and innocent as ever, while Feyd grows into the fierce warrior he was always meant to be. He continues to reveal more and more of his heart and soul to you with each passing letter, falling deeply in love with you and the woman you are becoming. And you? You feel much the same, every piece of communication from him bringing you undeniable joy.

However, the happiness the two of you have waited so long for is cruelly ripped from your grasp upon Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam’s visit to Caladan. After a short conversation with your mother, she leaves, and you are informed that you are to wed the Emperor himself, a man old enough to be your grandfather. The idea horrifies you, and you cry into your brother’s arms, terrified at the thought of your impending nuptials.

Meanwhile, on Arrakis, Feyd is informed of this new development as well. A primal rage takes over his body at hearing the news, a fire burning deep inside of him at the thought of you being sent anywhere but to him. You belong to him, you’ve always been meant for him, and he’ll be damned if he lets that old man take you from him.

Every step you take feels like you are being marched to the executioner’s block upon landing on Kaitain. You were sent alone, with only your handmaiden, Anya, to help you, the Emperor having demanded that you sever all ties with your family prior to the wedding to prove your loyalty. There is no one waiting to receive you, something you find quite odd. So, you and Anya continued forward, exchanging confused looks. The Imperial Palace is unguarded and the two of you realize that something is very wrong.

You enter the throne room, looking around and seeing the bodies of the guards scattered around the floor, heads severed from their bodies, while all the nobility bow to the man upon the throne.

A man whom you recognize immediately despite so many years apart.

“Feyd…”

He murmurs your name, that fire within him ignited once again at the sight of you. Feyd stands, dressed all in black, his imposing figure making its way toward you. Your heart skips a beat at the intensity in his eyes and the sharpness of his features, his ethereal beauty not lost on you. And Feyd? His heart pounds violently as he vows to make you his. He stares into your eyes, stopping just before you.

“What happened to the Emperor?”

“He met his end,” Feyd says simply, “But don’t concern yourself with that. This is my throne now, and your place is at my side.”

You look up at him, confused as you repeat, “Your throne? Feyd? Did you…”

“Did I kill him?” He finishes your train of thought, eyes blazing with ferocity, “Yes. And there was nothing unfortunate or tragic about it. He was weak. He never deserved your beauty. Your innocence. You are mine, little one. No one else’s. From the first moment we met, you were mine.”

He holds your face in his hands with a gentleness most would think him incapable of, your voice a shaky whisper as you question, “What happens now?”

“Now?” Feyd leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his gazing cutting through to the very heart of you, his voice a husky whisper and full of desire, “Now we get married.”

What feels like an eternity later, you walk down the aisle in the grand hall of the Imperial Palace. Feyd is dressed all in black, looking as handsome as ever, while you are a vision in white as you glide toward him, a radiant, sweet smile on your face. His gaze is trained on you, taking you in, committing this moment to memory. You are nothing short of a goddess in your wedding gown. His beloved bride. His empress. The universe conspired to bring you back together. You were always meant for each other.

Feyd extends his hand to you and you take it without hesitation, letting out a soft gasp of surprise when you notice, “The bracelet… You kept it?”

His lips curl into a smile and he nods. The memories come flooding back to him. The first time he saw you. The day he lost his heart. Your touch on his wrist now, tracing his skin sends a wave of desire through him that he can barely control, looking into your eyes.

“I have never taken it off since you tied it to me. You are my only love. The only one who has ever been able to touch my heart.”

You avert your gaze, smiling to yourself shyly as you ask, “Do you still think I’m cute then.”

Feyd chuckles, his hand moving under your chin, tilting your head up so that you are forced to face him, “Cute is an understatement. You are perfect. The most beautiful woman in the universe. I love you, more than anything I have ever loved. More fiercely than a man has ever loved his woman.”

The two of you say your vows, unable to stop staring at each other all the while, exchanging smiles. The time comes for you to cut yourselves, your blood draining into the chalices before you, but Feyd simply brings your palm to his mouth after you make the cut, his tongue tracing the wound, lips now stained crimson with your blood. You let out a tremulous breath before returning the favor, offering him a bloody smile after the fact that is still so innocent for the sole reason that it is you.

Feyd pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing against yours, your soft, warm body against his as he claims you for his bride in the sight of all those present. Though Harkonnen tradition dictates that the groom hunt down his bride after the ceremony, Feyd is too anxious to have you in his bed. And so instead, he ignores the shrieking of the priests, heaving you over his shoulder and stalking toward the imperial bedchamber, a wry smirk on his face.

The palace is lavish, but you can hardly bring yourself to look at anything but your husband, heart beating like a drum against your ribcage. He kicks open the doors to the bedchamber you will now share, taking great care to place you gently at the foot of the bed. You gaze up at him, your lips slightly parted, watching as he sinks to his knees before you, pressing a kiss to your palm once more. Feyd moves to remove your shoes, tossing them aside, pressing a gentle kiss to your ankle, working his way up along your calf.

He relishes in the taste of you, the scent of you, the feel of your soft skin against his lips as he moves higher and higher. He pushes your wedding dress up to your hips, pulling his blade from his pocket, holding eye contact with you as he cuts your underwear. You just continue staring at him, your chest heaving as Feyd breathes against your wet folds, making you shiver with anticipation. He stares at you, hands squeezing at the meat of your thighs before licking a stripe along your center, making you throw your head back and gasp, fingers twisting the silk sheets.

Encouraged by your reaction, Feyd chuckles and begins to lap at you feverishly, enjoying the little moans and yelps you let out at the feeling of him fucking you with his tongue. Feyd doesn’t think he has tasted anything so sweet in his entire life, growing rock hard as you spill yourself on his tongue, your entire body trembling. But he continues, pulling you in close as your body involuntarily squirms away at the overstimulation. He continues mouthing at you eagerly, ripping a second climax from you, your body so pliant against him, then a third.

You’ve nearly lost your mind, consumed by euphoria when he pushes a finger inside you, readying you for the stretch of his cock. He leans over you, pressing his lips to yours, the taste of your blood from the ceremony and your juices from his earlier ministrations being oddly erotic. Feyd pumps his finger in and out of you, torturously slow at first, wanting to ease you into it as he adds a second, feeling you clench around him. He adds a third, his thumb rolling against your sensitive clit as he moves his fingers in and out of you. He begins to move faster and faster, admiring the way your breasts strain against the bodice of your wedding dress, your body bouncing in tandem with the movements of his fingers until you let out a mewl of his name, spilling yourself once again.

Feyd moves back to unbutton his pants, revealing his long, thick cock to you, your eyes going wide at its size, wondering how in the hell he plans to fit inside you. He crawls back over you, a hand resting against your cheek, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question. Do you want this? You give him a nod, pulling him into a kiss as he pushes inside you, his cock filling you in the most delicious of ways. The stretch is uncomfortable for but a moment before you moan into Feyd’s mouth, pleading for him to move faster.

“Feyd, please,” you whisper, “I need you. I need you so badly. Take me…”

He caresses your cheek, his movements remaining slow, sensual as he moves his free hand along your curves, shaking his head, “Not tonight, little one. Tonight I must be gentle. Let your Emperor care for his Empress in the way he sees fit. Let me love you in the way I see fit.”

Any protests die on your tongue as Feyd presses his lips to yours again, his hips rocking against yours slowly, wanting to make this last for the both of you. He can feel you squeezing around him, so tight that he’s nearly unable to move, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, his moans mixing with your moans echoing through the room. Feyd has never known pleasure like this, nor have you. It is more than your bodies becoming one. He has no words for the pleasure he feels when you wrap your arms around him, clinging to him as you cry out his name reaching your peak.

He reaches his own a few moments later, his seed coating your womb, his mind going wild with the idea that you will be the one to bear his heir. Perhaps his seed has taken even today…

Feyd lets out a chuckle as he realizes that you have immediately fallen asleep, completely exhausted from the events of the day. After cleaning you off, smirking at the sight of his black seed spilling from your swollen cunt, he crawls into bed beside you, pulling the covers over the two of you, holding you in his arms. His fingertips trace the contours of your face - your lips, your cheekbones, your nose…

You sleep so soundly, his sweet, innocent girl. His beloved Empress. And you smile, leaning into his touch as you slumber, mumbling his name even in your dreams.

Feyd feels his chest tighten as he holds you in his arms, thinking to himself that it really is true. That from the first moment he saw you, you were his. And he was yours.

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day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]

࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]

“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”

his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.

“sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”

you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.

you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.

the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.

zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!

“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”

opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!

but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”

opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.

“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”

nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.

“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”

your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.

holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!

“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”

his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.

his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.

it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.

“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.

“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.

“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

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