#dirt for ts

[hannahbanana629]

I really try not to post in the tag, but I just have to say something and I'm going to word this very carefully, but...

just because Oliver said we won't see Tommy in the finale (paraphrasing) doesn't mean there won't be a hint a something in relation to BuckTommy.

It could be something as simple as Buck making a phone call saying "what are you doing on Saturday?" which we all know what that means and who its related too.

It could be a text message they show on the screen, and whatever it says indicates something.

It could be anything! We don't know!! (Is this me trying to put a positive spin on everyone's doom and gloom? yes!)

We're also taking what Oliver says as fact, and from what I have learned since joining the fandom is that he's been know to lie/spin things (and in my opinion he was being truthful here but I digress).

Also, why would they spoil any kind of reunion/conversation between the two of them.

One more thing I'll add, and this is just my opinion but, wouldn't it be better to have a subtle hint of BuckTommy from Buck's POV on screen in the finale, instead of both and then they explore more of it for season 9, they have an entire season to work with and Oliver is now the new leading man of the show, shouldn't they give him a good meaty storyline and not a quick wrapped up one.

[maretriarch]

not sure why the ONLY plushies they made of homestuck characters they made ugly and weird

[aiscapades]

shit's so fucked my mom whom i never talk to is checking up on me. bro where was this energy my entire life lmao

[saltedcaramelchaos]

With Slander For A Blade by Dirt Poor Robins is vaguely vampire coded and it’s messing me up lol

[verbjectives]

Mmmmm October challenge of making spooky books 🤔🤔🤔

[sourapplesauces]

U guys this is like super random but they were giving this out as like school lunch today and-..

[mxchibomb]

content. mdni 18+

tighnari ft. sethos !! mating season

cw. breeding, mentions of knotting, emotional (sexual) support sethos

 "you can take it.. know you can. you're doing so good, habibti." sethos whispered sweetly, soft hand gliding underneath your jaw as you drooled, thumb slowly wiping the saliva off your face. behind you was a feral tighnari, who was only ever like this during heat. plap plap plap! his hips pounded relentlessly into your exhausted pussy, growling lowly. you could barely hear sethos over tighnari's babbling and your own pornographic moans.

 "more.. need more." tighnari mumbled. his teeth were bared, nose scrunched and his restracted claws dug into the fat of your hips, his own drool overflowing his mouth and dribbling down onto your back side. "need to breed.. gonna breed you."

 cum slowly seeped out of your used cunt with each rough slam, having already came inside you a couple times beforehand. white slipped onto the forest floor, mixed in with your clear slick. tighnari panted and whined from behind you, tail swishing wildly while sethos sat calmly in front of your bent over body, encouraging you with his cock in his hand.

 "i kind of like you like this.." he muttered, leaning down to meet your lips in a messy kiss. "i'm jealous of tighnari. i want a turn, too." his tongue teasingly slid against yours, swallowing whatever spit pooled in your mouth with a satisfied hum. tighnari's eyes snapped to sethos and his jaw clenched, heat driven mind incapable of controlling himself. he gave a warning growl to his close friend, pupils expanding. the darker skinned male snickered.

 "maybe next time." he smiled sweetly at tighnari, whimpering softly on your reattached lips, thumb running over his slit. you eagerly swallowed sethos's tongue, sucking on the muscle mindlessly.

 "c—cumming !" sethos's mouth caught your words, body convulsing without a second to waste. nails ripped claw marks into the dirt beneath you. a tear or two had streamed down the flushed cheeks of your fucked out face, whining loudly in overstimulation. your body was exhausted from endless orgasms, falling fully to the ground, cheek pressed against the ground. " 'ts too much !"

 the wiggling of your hips in an attempt to get away from tighnari was futile. it only deemed a challenge to the animal instincts hidden within tighnari's core. with a huff, he slammed roughly into you. your walls expanded as he pushed his knot through, slotting himself as deep as possible. white painted your walls for the hundredth time, tummy filling up with the warmth of his kin. at the same time, the thick white sperm from sethos landing on the floor in front of you went unnoticed but his loud groan hadn't. he just wanted to cum at the same time as one of you. his hips stuttered and bright green eyes stuck to your facial expression. he was just as in love with you as tighnari was. but he'd never say that to your face. he could watch you for hours.

 your throat was dry, whimpering even as it strained as tighnari slowly pulled out. only to begin again, a non-stop piston. he was still full of energy. even sethos found himself surprised.

 "just one more.. 'm sorry. need it. one more?" tighnari whined with a sudden snap back to his senses, tongue falling from his mouth as he panted. "i love you, 'm sorry."

[sunshine-tattoo]

ok let's make something very clear: Taylor Swift is not a baddie.

she a spoiled white woman who grew up very wealthy and who's individual carbon footprint is larger than the entirety of some small nations.

you know who is a southern baddie? Dolly Parton.

grew up in absolute poverty in a shack with dirt floors

(TS has a rich family and spent every Xmas in NYC)

modeled her style after the town trollop, who she thought was the most beautiful woman in the world, and embraced her sexuality.

(TS retains the image of the young innocent virgin white girl despite being 35 years old and every one of her songs is about a man)

wrote a song about the stupidity of the American work system

(TS is a billionaire with two private jets)

has supported the queer community for decades even through some of its darkest times like the AIDS crisis

(TS uses the queer community like a prop)

started a scientific organization to help cure viruses like AIDS and that even helped develop the Covid vaccine

(TS made the last superbowl all about her becauses she was dating one of the players)

has run a charity since 1995 that sends millions of books to children in poverty, particularly the rural south where she grew up

(TS has done nothing for the south and its problems despite her southern belle persona)

"But she told off Trump! Thats something!"

Honey thats the absolute bare minimum.

That's telling someone 'bless you' after they sneeze.

That's holding the door open for someone in a wheelchair.

Thats waving back to a little kid when they wave at you.

It takes 0 risk and 0 effort and should not be a point of praise.

"Well her southern fans and sponsors didn't like it."

So? Woman is a billionaire with connections all over the world. She literally doesn't need them.

Bottom line: Taylor Swift remains an egotistical bourgeoisie white cunt who should be known for her pollution levels instead of her mid music.

While Dolly remains the bad bitch she's been since the 1970s.

[smiletimeisrunningout]

She chuckled at the continuous teasing between friends, but had to at least give poor Tallmadge something. "I apologize, Major, sincerely," she offered with a smile, "I will respect your wish not to be touched, I'm no brute. Were you to ever change your mind, you'll let me know yourself. Meanwhile..." she patted Caleb's arm, still linked with hers, "You are getting all of my friendly affection."

She did make a face at the mention of her nemesis. "I agree with Caleb over Shakespeare, I will not attack the other two innocent books over Romeo and Juliet's sins. Sorry, but you give me a love story and it doesn't end with the two getting married and having children, you are never to be forgiven."

The rest of the little tour went pretty much that way with laughter and sudden near bickering, Emma found it delightful. At the very least no one could say it was boring.

And then, once back in her tent, she did write her letter, and all she could do was wait. So from the very next morning she began to follow her usual habit of never staying still, and in the following days and then weeks began to lend a hand with everything possible. She met everyone, began friendship with many and was especially gallant to the women, who were truly hard workers. She flirted quite a lot with the men, playfully and far more lightly than she had with the Major - but it turned out that many men weren't as wet blanket-ish as he was about the matter - and through her loyal guard James Gold learned more about the gossip, about Bradford, and about how great the Major was. Gold's older sister helped her in the tent when in need of a handmaid, with womanly matters, and one of his younger ones always offered better gossip when Emma went to help them with heavy work. But she never, not once, missed a chance to say good morning to Tallmadge, bringing him a flower each time. She saw him on other occasions as well, but she always stole at least five minutes - not more unless he gave indication that he wished to continue a conversation - every day for a little chit-chat. Her little chit-chats with Bradford had an entirely different tone, but Benjamin didn't need to hear that. In any case most people at camp seemed to see her as some sort of sunny princess and she liked that. And then he heard of it anyway.

Because that morning James had to stop the Major for a signature, together with his co-guard officer Peter Doyle who had brought the document there, and Emma, with her pretty little basket of flowers and goods, had beamed at his sight and shot her first happy: "Morning, Major!" before rushing to help one of the ladies who was carrying a weight somewhere. Nothing was out of the ordinary, until Bradford's voice came from behind the tents, where Emma likely was, making both Peter and James stiffen. Peter risked a quick: "Is he talking to her again?" "Don't," James quickly answered, "I learned if you try to hold her back it's worse. Let her be." "All due respect, princess, the men at camp should be doing that, you don't need to perform their duties..." Jovial, his tone was a friendly one but there was some mockery regardless, "Nor you need to speak to the women the way you do. I could've sworn I saw one blushing just now. Soon we won't know what to do with ourselves" James narrowed his eyes: was he insinuating that Emma was- And then Emma's voice came, cheery and yet with that note that James had come to associate with tavern fights and danger. "Wow... that is one hell of a way to admit that you've never made a woman blush, to the point of being jealous of one. If you require tips on manliness, Colonel, you only need to ask, I'll be happy to explain." One horrifying second of silence was followed by the laughter of several men, and James doubted Bradford was one of them. "Worse than that?" Peter was barely holding it together himself, while James stared at the tent, "Would've been kinder if she'd shot him!" "With all due respect, of course," Emma parroted Bradford, always relentless when attacking as far as James could tell, "I only mean to help. I may not be a man myself but, if you wish to grow and I'm not overstepping, you may join me any time I help the ladies, so you can learn by example and even speak to one some day! Wouldn't that be lovely!" She was reappearing from behind the tent with her basket and deceiving looks just then, still smiling innocently as if she had no idea of what she had said, and James felt almost sorry for Bradford. Almost.

"Hi, sweetie!" she called out to Peter, "Any letters?" "Never been so glad to be called sweetie... Nothing yet." "Very well," Emma smiled, walking closer to them and glancing at James once before saying: "Don't give me that look. What's he gonna do, go cry to Lee, whining about the mean princess? Let him."

James had to guide Peter away, since his friend was imploding in an attempt to keep composure, and Emma's glacial expression turned warm again as she beamed, "Good morning again, dear Major! If you are going to your tent, allow me to walk you!" she offered in a sweet voice, "I have found the prettiest flowers today, you know?"

Painting?

Briefly, a look of intrigue flooded Ben’s features. He hadn’t seen artistry – true art – in what felt like years. "You might,” he allowed. “Whatever you desire can typically be found, should you barter with the right price. Caleb, here, once got a pair of boots in exchange for booze.”

“Aye,” the whaler agreed, pleased. “If ya find ‘em desperate enough, you’d be amazed at whatcha can get!”

Emma went on one of her classic tangents, and Ben sighed, his shoulders drooping in resignation. “I don’t know, all right? I would just prefer that you keep your hands strictly at your sides.”

“He’s a bit like a nun,” Caleb explained to Emma in a whisper. “Kinda more of a tight-ass though, I’d say.”

“Very funny,” Ben snapped.

By this point, Bradford had veered to the left and shown them nothing more than his back, still smugly superior in his trek as the group tried to avoid following him with their eyes – key word being tried.

“Tell me… tell me what kind of books you like again?”

“Books?” Ben echoed, distracted. Snapping his gaze back to Emma, he flashed a sheepish smile and amended, “Oh, of course…I’ll never deny anything, truth be told, just so long as it has a substantial story. My favorites growing up were Gulliver’s Travels and Robinson Crusoe. Though truly, you can’t go wrong with a bit of Shakespeare.”

Caleb made a snorting sound, which the major chose to ignore. “Seeing how you tend to side with Brewster, I’m going to imagine you agree with him on that, Swan. I’m just letting you know that you’re missing out – the both of you.”

[lolitalovess]

cowgirl vi headcannons ♡

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ cowgirl vi who's riden her whole life. she used to volunteer at riding schools in exchange for lessons (me too) and is how a hand at a dude ranch somewhere in montana or wyoming.

cowgirl vi who genuinely enjoys watching over and teaching the little kids that come for the camp days and always gives them the most fuckass jobs and tasks like cleaning the dirt in the cracks of the ground with hoofpicks or making them rearrange all the bridles so they're hanging with the reins folded over the top crownpiece but gives them lollies at the end of the day nonetheless.

cowgirl vi who owns an absolute bush basher of a red roan quarter horse who's name is something like furby or drift. she wanted a horse with a decent lineage (she grew up with backyard ponies) and one that had some experience undersaddle, but also not enough for her to still break in and teach with her own habits and training.

cowgirl vi who lowk shits on most english riders but has the biggest crush on the hunters at fancy shows like wec when she sees them on social media.

cowgirl vi who half stabs herself in the ass with her spurs when she bends down during the rare occasion she wears them.

cowgirl vi who's had the same pair of ariat paddock boots she got for christmas when she was 12. they are actually falling apart and she's attempted to sew the linings back together and polishes the leather every 4 weeks. she is committed to keeping them alive for as long as possible, no way she's spending $400 on a brand new pair. has cried over the thought of retiring them.

cowgirl vi who used to be a ponyclub kid when she was younger, competing in show jumping and mounted games until she sat in a stock saddle for the first time and never wanted to go back from trotting barell courses and going on 3 hour trail rides 😭 my shayla

cowgirl vi who babys her horse so much you think she loves her more than you. constant "good girls" and neck scratches.

cowgirl vi who's competiting days are over, but she still keeps the ribbons and trophy's she won in ponyclub and wears the belt buckles she won from rodeos when she was a teenager.

cowgirl vi who doesn't have the same "i don't want anyone else touching or riding my horse" motive as almost every other equestrian. she'd rather a social horse rather than an antisocial one and always let's the camp kids snog her mare with attention, but crosses the line at letting them paint all over her, it is a pain to wash that shit out.

cowgirl vi who always needs her pussy ate after being at the barn all day. she's always so dirty and sweaty and her ass and thighs are so sore, she needs them massaged after you two get out of the shower when you fuck her with your tongue from behind. will move her face away from the pillows and tell you about her day and furby between moans when you ask. it's mandatory.

i always see people with no horse knowledge whatsoever absolutely butcher this topic and literally just sexualising her (or any character) around horses, it always takes a year off my life with i see ts so i gave her justice 🫡

@h0neymiel ♡

[the-winter-spider]

The Alchemy | Part One

NFL Bucky x reader au

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst, fluff,

A/N: I only have one more chapter of Invisible to post so ima get this new series out there. I plan to alternate with this one and Say Don Go! Also im Canadian, ive never watched football in my life before Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce so bare with me, Im a hockey girl 😇🤣

ALSO WOW another ts inspired fic what are the odds lmaoooo

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The stadium buzzed with energy, every seat packed with fans decked out in the team’s deep blue and silver. Flags waved, chants echoed, and the floodlights bathed the field in an electric glow. The scoreboard flashed 20-24. Fourth quarter. Six seconds left on the clock.

Bucky Barnes stood on the field, his cleats dug into the turf as his breath came in steady bursts. His number 17 jersey clung to him, streaked with sweat and dirt, but his focus was absolute. Across from him, defenders crouched low, their eyes locked on him. Everyone in the stadium knew where the ball was going. The golden boy, the clutch player, the one who could pull miracles out of thin air.

At the line of scrimmage, Steve Rogers—number 18, the quarterback—barked out commands, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “Green 18! Green 18! Set!” His hand hovered under center, waiting for the snap.

Next to Steve, Sam Wilson—number 78, the running back—grinned as he looked to his left. “Hope you’re ready to make me look good, Barnes,” Sam called to Bucky, his voice tinged with a mix of adrenaline and humor.

Bucky smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “Always am, Wilson. Try to keep up.”

The ball snapped.

Time slowed, the roar of the stadium dimming to a dull hum in Bucky’s ears. He exploded off the line of scrimmage, his legs pumping as he darted past the first defender. His route was a perfectly calculated arc, his sharp cut leaving his opponent scrambling in his wake.

Steve dropped back, his eyes scanning the field, calm and composed as chaos erupted around him. The offensive line was holding—barely. Sam sprinted out to the right, dragging a defender with him and creating just enough space for Bucky to hit his mark.

“Buck!” Steve’s shout was clear, even over the thunder of the crowd. The ball left his hands in a perfect spiral, arcing high into the night.

Bucky didn’t slow. He kept his eyes on the ball as it sailed through the air, his body moving on instinct. A defender lunged at him, but he sidestepped, his cleats digging into the turf and propelling him forward. Another defender was closing in, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Bucky leaped, his arms stretching to meet it. For a split second, the stadium seemed to hold its breath. His fingertips brushed the leather, and then the ball was in his hands, secured against his chest as he crashed to the ground in the end zone.

The buzzer sounded.

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, the stands a blur of jumping fans and waving flags. Bucky pushed himself to his feet, the ball still clutched tightly in his hands. His teammates swarmed him, slapping his back and tugging at his jersey.

“Hell of a catch, Buck!” Steve shouted, pulling Bucky into a quick hug, his grin as wide as the field.

“Couldn’t have done it without that throw,” Bucky replied, though his grin didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Sam jogged over, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Man, you’re gonna make the rest of us look bad if you keep pulling off plays like that.”

“Just doing my job,” Bucky quipped, though his voice carried a hint of weariness.

The cameras swarmed, capturing every second of the celebration. Bucky turned, tossing the ball to an equipment manager as he ran a hand through his damp hair. He offered a practiced smile to the crowd, raising his hand in a quick wave. The adrenaline still pounded through his veins, but underneath it all, he felt…empty. Moments like this used to mean everything. Now, they were just another show.

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You stood just behind the sidelines, your camera in hand as you captured the final seconds of the game. The stadium’s energy was almost overwhelming, but you kept your focus, snapping shot after shot as the ball spiraled through the air. The lens followed Bucky, capturing the moment his fingertips grazed the ball and the exact second he pulled it to his chest.

Your thumb hovered over the record button as he hit the ground in the end zone, the buzzer blaring through the stadium. The noise was deafening, but you barely noticed, too focused on capturing the raw emotion of the moment—his teammates rushing to him, the grin splitting Steve’s face, Sam throwing his hands in the air as he jogged over.

Through the lens, you could see every detail: the streaks of dirt on Bucky’s jersey, the intensity in his eyes, the way he stood a little apart from the celebration even as he was surrounded by his team. You lowered the camera for a moment, watching as he turned to wave at the crowd, that effortless smile on his face.

There was something surreal about seeing him like this, so different yet so familiar, especially after all these years. The golden boy of the NFL, the star of every highlight reel, and yet…still Bucky. You just wondered what he would think if he knew you were tasked with covering his team for the duration of the season.

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The press room buzzed with energy as reporters jostled for position, shoving microphones and cameras toward the front. Bucky sat at the table, effortlessly commanding the room. His jersey clung to him, still damp with sweat, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, his easy smile lighting up the space.

“Bucky, talk us through that final play!” one reporter called out.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head. “It’s not just me. That was all teamwork. The guys up front gave me the space, and Stevie threw a perfect pass, I just had to do my part.”

“Just your part?” another reporter pressed. “That was your second game-winning catch this season and it just started! You’re making it look easy out there.”

“Well,” Bucky replied, flashing a quick grin, “it’s never easy, i’ve just got a great team behind me. We work hard for moments like that.”

More questions came, volleying back and forth. He answered them all with polished charm, his practiced media persona never faltering. But as the questions wore on, his gaze started to wander, skimming over the sea of faces and microphones. That’s when he saw you, his blue eyes did a double take before confusion and shock swam through them.

You were standing off to the side, not pushing to the front like the others. You weren’t yelling over the noise or angling for the best shot. You were just…there. Scribbling something into your notebook, head ducked slightly as if you wanted to disappear into the crowd.

Bucky froze for a fraction of a second, the polished grin faltering for the briefest moment before he caught himself. His heart stuttered in his chest, a wave of recognition crashing over him. He blinked, his brain scrambling to catch up. No way. It couldn’t be.

You were trying to stay out of the fray while still capturing the scene. Your notebook was a familiar weight in your hands, its pages filling with shorthand notes that you’d polish later. It was your way of staying grounded—your way of not staring too long at him.

The boy you’d grown up with. The boy who used to challenge you to races down your block, who teased you mercilessly, who knew all your secrets. Seeing him now, years later, as the NFL’s star receiver, felt surreal. He’d become everything the world expected him to be. And yet, in some strange way, he was still the same.

You ducked your head lower, scribbling furiously to avoid the wave of memories threatening to crash over you. Focus. Professional. Objective. That was your mantra when you’d taken this assignment. You hadn’t even known it would be his team until you arrived. Now, all you wanted was to finish your notes and leave to compose yourself fully before he could notice you.

Bucky’s gaze lingered on you, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the game he’d just played. He said your name softly, testing it on his lips. It felt foreign and familiar all at once. You didn’t react—too far away, too focused on your notes.

“Hey, Bucky!” another reporter called out. “What’s your mindset going into the rest of the season?”

He barely heard the question. His focus was entirely on you now, watching as you slipped your notebook into your bag and adjusted the strap over your shoulder. You were leaving.

“Uh, sorry,” he mumbled to the reporter, not bothering to look at them. “I need to…” He trailed off, standing abruptly.

The room went silent for a moment, the reporters exchanging confused glances. “Bucky, are you—?”

“Yeah, uh, excuse me,” he muttered, already moving. He left the table, ignoring the murmurs that followed as the cameras swung to track his movements.

His heart stuttered.

“Y/N?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din. He blinked, half-convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. He tried again, louder this time. “Y/N?”

You didn’t look up.

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The late summer air clung to your skin, thick and still, like it was trying to hold you in this moment forever. The roof beneath you was rough and familiar, each crack in the shingles a memory. Nights like this always felt infinite—just you and Bucky under the stars, talking about everything and nothing. But tonight, that comforting rhythm was broken.

You sat side by side, the glow of the streetlights catching in Bucky’s messy hair. He leaned back on his elbows, that cocky grin you knew so well plastered across his face. “So,” he said, breaking the silence, “you wanna go to prom with me next year? You know, as friends or whatever.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, but it sounded hollow even to you. “Prom’s not for another year, Bucky. Don’t tell me you’re turning into a planner now.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, the grin widening, his confidence practically radiating. “I like to lock down the good ones early.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light shove, but your hand lingered on his arm for just a second longer than it should have. He felt it. He always felt it.

“Alright,” he said, his grin fading as he sat up straighter, his piercing blue eyes narrowing in concern. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

Your fingers twisted together in your lap, your gaze dropping to the shingles. The words felt too heavy to say, but they burned in your chest. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.

“I’m moving.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. It stretched between you like the whole world had opened up, and all you could do was stare into the void. When you finally looked at him, his expression was blank, unreadable. That cocky smile you’d always known so well—it was just gone.

“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low, almost like a challenge.

You shook your head, your throat tightening. “I wish I was.”

His brows furrowed, the disbelief quickly turning into something sharper. “Why?” he asked, leaning closer. “You don’t have to go. You’re almost eighteen—just stay.”

“Bucky—”

“No, listen to me,” he cut you off, his words coming fast now, his tone filled with something you rarely heard from him: fear. “You could stay here. My ma wouldn’t care. Hell, she’d love it. You could move into the basement. You practically live at my house anyway. No one would even notice. You don’t have to go.”

The desperation in his voice broke something in you. You had known it would hurt, but seeing him like this—Bucky, who was always so strong, so steady—was unbearable.

“I can’t stay,” you said softly, the words barely more than a whisper. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Why not?” His voice cracked as he sat up fully, his hands curling into fists against the roof. “Am I not enough for you to stay?” He knew he was being selfish but he was so blind sided he couldn't help it.

The question hit you like a punch to the chest. Your breath caught, and you had to blink hard to keep your vision from blurring. “Fuck, Bucky,” you whispered. “Of course, you’re enough. You’re my best friend. You’re everything. But my mom…” Your voice broke, and you had to take a deep breath before continuing. “She’s finally leaving him. Bucky, we’re finally getting out.”

His jaw clenched, and his chest rose and fell unevenly as he processed your words. His hands gripped the edge of the roof like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “Your mom…” he started, his voice trailing off. Of course, he was happy for her. He knew what it had taken for her to finally leave that asshole. He’d seen the bruises you never talked about, the way your voice would falter when you mentioned home. Of course, he understood.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less. She was taking you away from him, and he couldn’t stand it. "What about school? We have one more year left."

"They have schools everywhere Buck..." Your voice was soft and quiet.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The night stretched on, heavy and endless. You thought he might fight you on it again, throw out another plan, another reason for you to stay. But instead, he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

“Well,” he said, his voice sharp and hollow, “I guess this is it then.”

“Bucky, don’t do this,” you pleaded, the words rushing out before you could stop them. “Please.”

He stood up slowly, brushing off his hands like he was trying to shake off the weight of your words. His expression was unreadable now, his eyes cold and distant in a way you’d never seen before.

“It was nice while it lasted,” he said, his voice clipped and emotionless. He paused at the edge of the roof, looking back at you one last time. “Hey, take care of yourself, alright?”

And then he climbed down the ladder, disappearing into the shadows below.

You didn’t call after him—you couldn’t. You just sat there on the roof, staring at the place where he’d been, your heart breaking under the weight of his absence. For the first time, the stars felt impossibly far away.

That was the last time you ever talked to Bucky Barnes.

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You were halfway down the hallway, your footsteps echoing softly in the empty space, when you heard him.

“Y/N!”

You froze, halfway down the hallway. The voice was unmistakable now—stronger, sharper, but undeniably his. Slowly, you turned, and there he was, jogging toward you with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. His broad shoulders filled the space, but it was his eyes—wide and almost boyish—that sent your heart racing.

“Is this really you?” he asked, stopping just a few feet away. His chest rose and fell as if he’d just run the length of the field. His gaze swept over you, disbelief and something like relief flickering across his face.

You laughed nervously, a sound that came out more like a breathless exhale. “I didn’t think you’d recognize me.”

Bucky’s lips parted in a huff of incredulous laughter. “Are you kidding? I could find you in any room.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Before you could respond, he closed the distance, wrapping you in a hug so tight it stole the breath from your lungs. For a moment, the world fell away—the noise, the cameras, the years. It was just Bucky, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear. It was like you were kids again, sitting on rooftops and talking about everything under the stars. Holding you in a way where you finally felt safe like nothing or no one could hurt you because you knew these arm’s wouldn’t.

“Holy shit,” he muttered into your hair. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders. “I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you—I’m just…wow.”

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m here to cover the team for the season.” You held up your press badge, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips. “Didn’t realize I’d be covering you.”

Bucky barked a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fate, huh? Guess it wasn’t done with us yet.”

You both stood there for a moment, the hallway around you seeming to blur. His thumb brushed against your arm absently, like he was reassuring himself you were real. Finally, he stepped back, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ve got about a thousand questions,” he said, tilting his head. “But I guess we’ve got the whole season to catch up, right?”

“Right,” you replied, the warmth in his eyes making it impossible to think straight. “The whole season.”

[got-the-cheese-touch]

More than a name - teaser

HARRY POTTER x SIRIUS BLACK'S DAUGHTER! READER

PROLOGUE HAS BEEN POSTED! CHECK MY PAGE :)

slow burn. this follows Harry and readers time at hogwarts together, i'll try to be as canon as I can but they'll be some changes. this will have some wolfstar undertones (idk if they end up together, we'll have to see) as well as some dark themes bc y'all, reader has some trauma i fear. i'll put specific content warnings on each chapter release

no use of y/n (yippee)

an: PLEASE GET HYPE FOR TS, i'm so scared to post my writing. literally this has been in the works for a WHILE and if it flops, i'll delete it and crash out. don't fail me my minions ILY, enjoy this little trailer. probably releasing the prologue later tonight. word count is looking to be around 4k words.

this is super brief, i'm just testing the waters to see if this gets engagement or interest. (THANK YOU ILY ALL!!!)

ty to @thecutestgrotto for the dividers <3

(lmk if you want a taglist)

Sirius Black is an enigma. He’s a prisoner, a flirt, a menace, a marauding crook, a legend.

Sirius Black isn’t a fond story; rather a cautionary tale for little pure-blooded boys and girls who disobey their parents. He's a warning to the people brave enough to stand up against the Dark Lord.

Sirius Black is a name that rings through your ears and a face that is reflected when you look in the mirror. 

After all, you have his smile. 

His nose. 

His eyes.

Sirius Black, technically, is your father. But since you’ve never met him, all he is to you is a name.

The name your professors mutter after you’ve done something wrong. The name that you see in the inside cover of the library books, ones checked out years ago. His name is scratched into the side of the rocking chair in the Gryffindor common room. It’s on the roster of the quidditch team, the same one that won the championship for Gryffindor in the seventies. The last name that is stuck behind your first like dirt under your nails. Eleven letters, four syllables.

You see him everywhere, yet you’ve never laid eyes on the man. But when you attend Hogwarts, and meet a certain Harry Potter, things change.

or

Remus Lupin takes in the scared daughter of Sirius Black and when she is sent to Hogwarts, she slowly falls deeply and irrevocably in love with the boy who lived, the only other person who could understand the struggle of missing a person you don't even know yourself.

[pathologicalrunaway]

SNOW IN PRAIRIE TOO!!!!! SNOOOOOW

SNOW IN AVIARY SNOW IN AVIARY SNOW IN-

[vivixivvv]

౨ৎ — “bunny!”

featuring — isagi yoichi

tw — fem!reader || childhoodfriends au || pure fluff

you and yoichi have been friends since him and his parents became your neighbors,but it felt like you both have met eachother before.you two instantly bonded when you saw him playing soccer on YOUR feild.with the stubborn child you were,you stormed over and yelled at him to go back to his side of the feild.he was pretty upset,but that opened something for him- he was only going to annoy you even more! but annoyance never grew for you,only admiration at his determination to make you so mad all the time.you both found out that you went to the same school,so why not walk to school and walk home together?

so now here you both were,walking besides eachother under the hot sun in japan.you guys giggled and joked around,playfully pushing and nudging eachother.isagi grabbed your arm to come to a halt,and pointed at a bunny through the grass.he urged you to be quiet,so he can try to catch it.

you stood there in confusion,seeing him tiptoe over and lunge at the soft brown ball of fluff.you exclaimed that he was too slow,but her grouped his arms together and stood up- now facing you,with the bunny against his chest! he had a big sheepish smile,while the bunny was obviously terrified/

“its for you,[name]! it looks like you!”

he exclaims,but what the hell were you supposed to do with a bunny? he walks over to you and hold the bunny out above your hands,waiting for you to grab the poor thing.you stuck your hands out to grab it,but the bunny hopped out of yoichia hand before you could even touch it! isagi frowns looks down at himself,seeing him all dusty from when he basically pounced at the ground.

“yoichi,its okay..” you reassured him,smiling softly.he walks towards you and wraps his arms around you,hugging you tightly dispite all the dirt on him.he was purely upset. “whats this for?” you ask as you hug him back with a puzzled expression.

“it was cute,[name]..and it was just like you.” he says as he continues hugging you.

“but its okay! i dont need that bunny- because i have you,bunny.” he grins,leaning up to pull at your cheeks while his were dusted a soft pink.yours also grew the same blush at his word,feeling something in your heart bloom like it was the first day of spring.

as you both grew up,he would sometimes tease you by calling you bunny- to just remind you of the moment where you both slowly started growing feelings for eachother. (as if he didnt start catching feelings before that time anyway

A/N — sigh…sorry for disappearing for so long😞 i have been having writers block for so long,and js not having anytime.but i whipped something up for you guys bcs i had a cutie idea 😽 also im starting to so those cutie banners at the start of mt blogs bcs theyre so cutieeuei and bvs i kept seeing tjat everwhere !! also i just gor my nails done sl lkke kts lowkey hard to type,BUT I MATTERFACTALLY WENT BACK AND CORRECGED EVERYTHING FOR U FUYS 💔 also ts is lowk corny💔💔💯

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Fandom observation nicknames and funny tags: Part One Piece

Okay, one piece fandom it's your turn and I'm going to highlight your creativity. Again this is not meant to shame or call anyone out. I am genuinely impressed with the creativity and you guys made me laugh. So again in my opinion these were too good just to be lost in the tags or in the anonymous messages, several you sent me. So expand post at your own risk. This one is unhinged

*updated as of May 4th with more tags and new characters

I have mentioned this before, but for some reason that is beyond me. One Piece fandom you guys refer to your characters as daddy and mommy (And it's in a kinky way) way more than any fandom. I think I should just start with the list of characters that have been labeled as such before I go into the creative names for individual characters. Because trust me who makes the list and who doesn't is actually funny.

One piece Daddy's: Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy, Sir Crocodile, Benn Beckman, Killer, Sanji, Rayleigh, Roger, Doflamingo, Rosinante/Corazon, Katakuri, Ivankov, Arlong, Yamato, Marco, Izou, Smoker, Garp, Sengoku, Zeff, Kuzan/Aokiji, Kizaru, Fujitora, Akainu, Blackbeard

When it comes to the One piece Mommy's: Nico Robin, Boa Hancock, Charlotte Smoothie, Charlotte Galette, Charlotte Amande, Vice admiral doll, Catarina Devon, Ivankov & Crocodile

Now due to popular demand the new category the One Piece Babygirls: Ace, Buggy, Sanji, Luffy, Sabo, Zoro, Ussop, Marco, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Kid, Law, Bepo, Killer, Mihawk, Shanks, Perona, Yamato, Kuzan/Aokiji, Kizaru, Fujitora, Rosinante/Corazon, Katakuri, Smoker, Robin, Nami, Vivi, Jinbe, Hatchan, Roger, Zeff

Now when it comes to individual characters there have been some interesting standouts but I'm just going to do some highlights because you guys have so many characters

Ace: "Depressed sunshine orphan boy with daddy issues", "ace has that grungy line cook riz you know he lays legendary pipe", " he got goofy older brother swag", "Beautiful butch dyke wife", "Ace my greasy fire narcoleptic king", "The narcoleptic babygirl", the greasy crusty desert rat. "He would be worth the burn risk", "my favorite fire donut", "something about greasy alabasta ace hits so different", "with his riz he's probably a walking STD risk but it would be worth it. Just look at him probably also probably got a couple bastard kids running around the grand line", it's ok he's still greasy in my heart worlds most feral baby boy he looks like he eats dirt I could fix him (force him to bathe regularly)

Akainu: "The world's next top authoritarian," magma Daddy, "He makes donuts and I still love him"

Arlong: "Y'all are too afraid to recognize the truth too afraid of his drip, his swagger, his saw nose, to admit that he's hot also live action arlong?!?!the only sexy fishmen," "arlong looks like a toxic florida frat bro," "I legitimately think there's something wrong with me sometimes due to how bad I want arlong the rancid personality enhances the appeal", "yall are p****" arlong is sexy put some respect on his name look at those lips the laugh the hair!"

Bartolomeo: "the man hasn't showered in probably a week he's obsessed with the strawhats he'll pee anywhere and he's an absolute dweeb he's like a stray mutt that followed me home look at his fit it's AWFUL AND FABULOUS he's gross and dumb and if something bad happens to this silly barrier- creating puppy i'll LOSE IT"

Belo Betty: "True story: Belo Betty made me, an Aroace woman have a sexuality crisis."

Ben Beckman: Dilf, "retirement blorbo", "Benn Beckman is a religious experience", "to me? beckman is the character with the most sex appeal ever. raw sex appeal. I would [redacted] if I met this man. just sayin", "He can ruin my life any day of the week", "Also lest we forget pre TS Beck a++ quality right there I just want someone smart who will also hit a guy with a gun is that so much to ask for", "This p**** wants what she wants and its always going to be Benn “back breaker" Beckman", husband material, "men are like wine in order to get a good vintage you want the one that's aged", he had that sexy blind and reckless loyalty about him", "Beckman is a fine aged vintage of wine as men should be", "DEAR GOD the things I WOULD DO to that man LIKE [redacted] and [redacted] because [redacted] and [redacted]", "idk how to explain it but he's so wife", "benn beckman? more like benn breastman ok sorry yeah anyways. said it before and ill say it again beckman exudes raw sex appeal like jesus christ. why would you not want to fuck this man ive had lesbian friends who said he would be an exception to them which is so real his tits are big he loves his captain he STUBBED HIS CIGARETTE IN A MAN'S EYE UNDER THE GUISE OF DEFENDING HIS CAPTAIN so fucking sexy mwah mwah beckman my wife you are so hot SO HOT. in conclusion benn breastman you will forever be a top sexyguy in my head oh also forgot to add. he canonically gets bitches which is so real. he could get me any day", "Oh dear I just realised I have a thing for older men with grey hair and have substance abuse issues I choose to believe lung cancer does not exist in opu", "

Buggy: Assigned clown at birth, walking disaster, "my pathetic sniveling wet clown", my Beloved, "he has blue hair and pronouns", Failboy, "the skrunkly clown", "my clown wife", "he has that fail boy cringe", "buggy has the stronger levels of foolishness and fumbling his way to success", "the cringefail clown extraordinaire buggy", "he is silly and pathetic like a bisexual divorced dad",

Catarina Devon: "my problematic lesbian sugar mommy”,

Cracker: "if Cracker just let his hair down he'd be unstoppable i fear", "get wrecked cracker", "I am so curious about the people voting for cracker let me study you please", "cracker getting murdered as expected", "you can't do my biscuit husband like that", "i find cracker really hot"

Crocodile: desert daddy, Babygirl, "He's like if tony soprano was trans", crocodaddy, crocomommy, Big titty mob boss, He's 8ft tall and I would let he ruin me,"Mr. Sandman", "the human sandcastle," "literally has sand in his britches", "son of a beach", "World's Most Expensive Sand Sculpture", "he's got 99 problems and his hook is one of them", "casino blorbo", "I would subject myself to sandburn any day for THE SIR FUCKING CROCODILE Anakin Skywalker don't go here because I WOULD love sand if it was like 8 feet tall and had a voice like that absolutely rabid he could stick his sand in so many places and I'd thank him crocodile is one of those guys i wanted to hate so bad and then went actually no i want this guy carnally Crocodile has some weird rizz goin on and i need to climb that sandcastle", "I'm so sorry but I need to eat crocodile's pussy", "With Sir Crocodile you can have Sex on the Beach. Literally. Plus he owns a casino so you could probably sip on the cocktail version too...while getting some cocktail.", "mafia vibes and style", "crocodile's got style. class. you will be wined and dined in the most exquisite way you can imagine", "He's got DADDY vibes", " One handsome mafia boss", "I love crocodile but also i wanna punch him and i feel like hes got the sandiest pussy/dick that shit will give me a rash", "my evilest baby boy", "Crocodile invented evil trans swag just saying", "im sorry az but crocodile was my dilf awakening", "in Crocodilf we trust",

Dragon: "the revolutionary scrungle dragon",

Doflamingo: "Dofy's got some wierd (potentially fun) energy but he would NOT treat you well he'd be awful", "The psychopathic pimp on a shoestring budget. Seriously dude, San Diego Zoo called and they want their flamingos back. That coat is so last season.", "fashion travesty", "Doflamingo dresses like an eye test and will probably steal your credit card by the end of the night not because he needs the money. because he finds it hilarious", "Mingo is just a spoiled frat fuckboy who's too full of himself to be interested in anyone/anything else", "a balding white man", "evil florida man my beloved they dont understand you", "Budget Pimp who robbed San Diego of their world famous Flamingo flock"

Eustass Kid: Pirate punk, "He's a sopping wet loser", "a man wearing eyeliner and nailpolish is by definition hotter", "my scrungy little fuck", he would also probably give me an STD and it would still be worth it

Franky: " Three words light up nipples"

Fujitora: "fujitora yes plz that like calm collected way he fights makes me KNOW hed take care of his partner real good", "have you seen how he slurps his noodles? I just know he could eat me out in ways I could never imagine"

Gol D. Roger: "the "Tom Selleck" of Pirates. He mustache'd the gold somewhere. You think these puns are bad wait until you hit my NSFW tags. Can't believe no one pointed those out yet, his name is a literal gold mine of innuendo. king of pirates? nah he's the king of rogering roger this roger that roger anyone he damn well pleases he has the D", "why does no one thirst after Gol like i do? youre all weak! cowards", "sorry but i am all about his dads mustache", " I can't be the only one that wants to ride that mustache"

Jinbe: "I wanna suck on the webbing between his fingers", does anyone else contemplate how soft Jinbe's tits are to lie on or is that just me?

Kaido: "beefcake beast of a man",

Katakuri: "I'm a monsterfucker at heart", "Katakuri is literally so good man he's a family man #he's badass he's got a great sense of honour you know I had to go for the mochi man", "donut king", "KATAKURI MY MOCHI MONSTER TEETH KING CHAMPION HUSBAND THAT I WOULD CLIMB LIKE A MOUNTAIN #I'M ALWAYS ON MY CLIMBING AGENDA WITH MY ONE PIECE KINGS!", "i just know this man would treat me right we love kata", "Kata definitely ticks that hot box"

King: "King is literally the most beautiful OP character you can't change my mind", "Gotta chose the melanin yknow", "king is so ajdhjdjdjchjd bark bark bark bark", "I saw King and decided he is my blorbo", "king of my [REDACTED]", " I know he's like 20 ft tall and I'm probably the size of his d*** but it would be worth it. I would gladly choose death by snu snu for one night with him"

Killer: "big tiddy murder boyfriend",

Marco: Bird daddy "Mr. Dr. Emotionally-Stable Scrungles", "surfer hippy electric blue glasses wing flapper", "DR. MMMMM", Fineapple

Luffy: "l am in the minority here I need luffy's gomu gomu no [REDACTED]"

Mihawk: The Vampire Pirate, Goth Dad, the sword father, Pirate Dracula, the big titty goth husband, "I think mihawk would treat you right. i want mihawk to treat me right", "I love his gay wine uncle energy", "I appreciate that he dresses Like That everywhere extra ass bitch", "hot vampire cowboy pirate", Morticia Addams, "Mihawk oozes 'step on me' energy",

Robin: "she has irresistible weird girl rizz", "big tiddy archaeologist gf"

Rosinante: "my insane clumsy tall dilf", "wife material", "he has cringefail dad swag", "rosi is everything to me actually. I would climb that tall clumsy king like a tree", "the klutzy mime", "he has that pathetic depressed clown vibe thats irresistible", "He's the epiome of strong but silent, he's the asshole with a heart of gold, he has everything", rosinante is hot tho and his clumsiness somehow enhances it", "I've said it before and I'll say it again I WOULD climb that clumsy king like a tall tree want to kiss him until his silly jester makeup is all over me too", "I am loyal to the guy who actively sets himself on fire",

Sabo: "bc he said killing woth lead pipes and then he just kept doing it its the crazy for me"

Sanji: fail wife, Cooking Daddy, "I NEED sanji to f*** me to tuesday and make me dinner before and breakfast after", "The man will feed you the best meal you've ever had and genuinely compliment something about you", "His fighting style is 'kick the problem until it goes away' and he chugs Love Women Juice", "he can cook and fight and he's damn fine while doing both"

Shanks: Margaritaville Himbo, "Dilflicious", "the deadbeat malewife wifi user", "I am a whole lesbian but if there were a butch girl version of these men I would let shanks ruin my life", "favorite guy in the local frat" He's probably a walking STD risk but he's hot and I'm a slut that has a thing for red heads, "the unwashed bitch", "LOOK AT THAT SCRUFF ON SHANKS the three scars on his face that smile", "my Scrungle drunk bastard", I would volunteer to be his next baby mama you know shanks got a few a dozen red haired children all over the grand line tell me I'm wrong"

Smoothie: "ah...smoothie....or as i call her... one piece tsunade Imaoo", "ultimately my desire to be crushed by Smoothie's thighs won out", "SMOOTHIE. THANK YOU mommy long legs... gauhggfghgh......i want her to juice me pleeeeaaaseeeeeeeeeee /silly",

Silvers Rayleigh: "Silver Fox Rayleigh", "he's old but he can get it", "Rayleigh has that 'your daughter calls me daddy too' energy", "he's a gilf who married a literal queen", "rayleigh has spent his entire life SERVING CUNT", "Raiyleigh has that gilf energy despite having no kids", I need him in so many different ways I cannot list", "he has my heart around his little finger", "Rayleigh makes me howl like a dog I swear", "I mean come on look at his HAIR his GLASSES that incredible STARE even his wrinkles are hot", "Rayleigh got the 50 year anniversary in the bag idk why you would go for anything else", "helloooo????? Rayleigh is the hottest old guy in one piece please", "I would let rayleigh ruin me and I would thank him", "Rayleigh to me is more like a really smooth mead", "genuinely may be the hottest man of onep just like. objectively", "rayleigh you will always be famous for being the most fuckable old man ever. there may be dilfs galore out there but ur the only gilf in my heart", "that scene where Rayleigh gets out of the ocean shirtless After swimming to the island of women I actually said Daddy out loud",

Smoker: "Smokedaddy", "Smokestack. 'Ole Smokey. Smokin' Hot Smoker", "smokers allergy to keeping his Tits covered compels me", "i do love smoked sausage i'm sorry i'll see myself out", "smoker he's just so beefy like fuckkk and he's like almost 40 i just wanna be smokers lil housewife", "smoker is a beautiful lesbian to me", "smoked sausage I just *know* he's got more to work with than a cocktail weenie", "SMOKEYBEAR PAPA SMOKE MY KING i would smoke him like a chimney if you're pickin up what I'm putting down wink wink nudge nudge he really would kill my lungs but it'd be a fun time", "SMOKER PAPUCHO RICO I NEED HIM", "smoker is solid (despite being made of smoke)", "smoker. smo-yan. ultimate "guy who is allergic to wearing shirts" and honestly? he's so right for that. he needs to show off his tits! in a one piece man boob ranking he's coming number 2 (after crocodile) i said this in dms earlier today but it needs to be released to the world "fat d*ck fat tits fat ass he has it all" smoker is PACKINNNNN in every way he's genuinely so attractive, even just considering him physically and look at his sexy facial scar also (beck also has one. very good) and his slicked back short hair.....not to mention the things that are very endearing about him personality wise - he does masculinity like NOBODY ELSE. genuinely NO ONE does it like him like. he's gruff but he has a very strong personal moral code and he really *does* care..... the man's a tsundere and he's never been cruel to those undeserving like in his introduction - kids bumps into him, spills ice cream on his pants YOU KNOW WHAT SMOKER SAYS? YK WHAT HE SAYS? "my pants ate your ice cream." KILL ME NOWWWWWW HES SO FUCKING HOT IM EATING MY OWN HANDS and then he GIVES THE KID MONEY TO BUY MORE ICE CREAM. jesus christ smoker big d*ick big tits big heart i fucking love him good god", "something something vague moaning sounds I would call him smokey just to provoke him", "

Trafalgar Law: "DR. Slut", "He has them tattoos which makes me go fucking feral", "A stoner greasy boyfailure", "the edgy emo orphan boy with daddy issues", 'My tried stressed bitch", "law is hot because hes pathetic has tattoos and is the narrative's favorite punching", "i am DERANGED over a depressed formerly-suicidal surgeon",

Yamato: "I need my trans man big naturals...... I know nothing about one piece but yamato lives rent free in my brain and my heart at all times the only anime figure i have is of him and i don't even watch the fucking show", "he's new + he's trans + he's over 8 feet tall + he's a wolf god what more could you want?!", "he is filled to the brim with TRANSMASC SWAG", "it's transmasc dog boy swag for me he's my best boy", "Yamato's boobs call to me I need to motorboat yamato titties. whoa who said that", "yamato could crush me and i would thank him yes indeed", "I just found out Yamato is Literally a whole entire meter taller than me & that's all the convincing I need", "my canon transmasc king", "cant compete with is the fact that on top of beautiful yamato is just. fucking huge like i can not will not get over it every time i remember he's 8'7 in canon I'm like aaaAaaAaAAaAAAAaa kiss me on the mouth big boy", "as an aroace person. if yamato stepped on me id thank him. thank you for your time", "hes literally the whole reason i started watching/reading one piece

Zoro: "The President of the strawhat's local big titty committee", "The king of boobs", "Beautiful butch dyke wife", I would probably get an STD but it would be worth it, "his stupidity and gay attire make him very appealing", canonically the biggest tits in one piece, He got them big naturals, "Big honkabadonkaroo hoinkybadinkirs massive man tiddies Zoro", "Zoro oozes 'I won't let anyone hurt you' energy", "zoro is hot because of his big naturals

Zeff: "He will wine and dine me before leaving me lovingly bedridden the day after. And he actually takes care of his kid", "Zeff is honorable and can cook and clean and bathes and almost dies for a kid that's not his and then adopts him" He's got line cook energy. If you know you know

I definitely know I'm going to have to add to this since there's so many more characters and you all are definitely going to get more creative after seeing the list.

And a few observations. Why did Sanji make the daddy list and not Zoro? Characters that I thought would be short cliff notes turned into some of the longest sections And characters I thought would have some of the longest sections turned into some of the shortest ones. And I still think this was worse theyn JJK I just forget how unhinged this fandom can be because your unhinged craziness is dispersed amongst so many characters. And I haven't decided which fandom's next.

I now have my answer on why Sanji made the list and not Zoro. Overall the fandom is just thirsty so very thirsty. Hence the many updates to this list

Commentary added as of May 4th.

Characters that I never thought I would ever add to this post are on here and I am so confused. When I started this blog, I was warned that the JJK fandom was unhinged horny and thirsty AF. But in my opinion, the one piece fandom is much worse. Just look at this post for proof. One Piece you guys are definitely the thirstiest fandom by far I mean Catherine Devon has a section. You guys just hide it better than the JJK Fandom. Plus I do regret challenging a few of you to come up with tags as a joke because you definitely delivered

[enj4s]

VAMPIRE BOY, BITE ME IN THE MOONLIGHT! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRINGS; subaru sakamaki, 𖥻SUBARU x fem! reader ｡˚ ⋆

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎; smut. swearing. fem!dom! reader. reader is mean, again. pegging. (lil) hair pulling. hickies. crying. toxic relationship. both are fucked in the head.

★ Author note 😆😆!!: Whoever requested ts excuse my dramatic ass, I LOVE drama as you can see. (sorry btw) enjoy 🤤‼️ yallyal request I got nun to do other than rot in my bed 💔

It was one of those days-

You were a patient and laid-back person, or so you and some people thought. But your anger issues have gone up the roof since you met the seven diabolic, unhinged brothers.

Their mothers and Karlheinz were just as bad, if not even worse. The Mukamis could not redeem themselves but they were bearable, especially Azusa who was just less annoying and irritating, or atleast didn't make you wanna dig your nails in your skin and clutch hard till it bleeds, like the others. You had an exception between the seven Sakamaki siblings as well, whom was Subaru.

Subaru was one helluva person to deal with. If not for Karlheinz introducing you to his past, you would've kept your first impression of him, which was he had rabies.

That boy was as layered and complicated as an onion, and trying to navigate through his mind and emotions was gonna drive you mad. One moment he's calling you a dense ass for dropping a pencil or getting bitten, and the other he's glancing at you all soft like a high school girl in love would.

You swore you have spent and used more brain cells on trying to see through him than you had on maths. He could be downright cruel at times, and even dismissed you so harshly that you favored the men-whore final boss (Laito) over him for some while, which didn't last long when he forced you so adorably in a 'relationship' with him or is what you thought, since he ordered you to resist if any of his brothers try to bite you. What else did it mean?

He would become absolutely feral when he got jealous. It was pretty easy to make him reach that point, but dangerous. He would start yelling at you and destroying everything around him in blind rage when he saw you talk to a male teacher or student or his brother's, going as far as attempting drain you of plasma. It was all too tiring and frustrating, you wanted nothing but quietness, to be left alone and ignored.

His delusion of you being his was so utterly nonsensical, but you went along with it for your safety and sanity, it was wise to sometimes give up and give in to his delusions, which he used as a control and power element. Resisting only meant to get bit to near death, where you'd start to see stars and lights that you thought only existed in cartoons, or, like these times, when he'd strangle you.

-where you'd snap.

"Shut the FUCK UP!" You'd yell at the top of your lungs, couldn't you even be strangled to death silently? His yammering of you being a betrayer was so damn irritating. Subaru jolted and flinched away form the volume of your voice, that look on your eyes, he backed up slightly, his grip on your throat weakened. In a swift movement, you dug your nails deep into his unhealthily pale wrists, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you had left.

Subaru stumbled backwards, catching himself quickly, his white boots stepping on a broken shard of glass from a vase that you bet was supposed to be cherished. You felt guilty for using one of his traumas against him to make him halt, stop. Yes, but did it save you from getting choked? Yes.

The anger was incredibly contagious, you bite your lip to hold back all the insults and traumas you could bring up, knowing that it would just bring you brutal death and a quick burial in dirt in the next hour, you shut your mouth, trying to find saliva to relieve your sore throat that was deeply in dire need of moisture.

The grip he had on your throat just now had been so tight you could've sworn he had actually meant to kill you for a second. Your breathing became labored. Your heartbeat was stubborn and didn't wanna settle down. Your eyes stared back at Subaru's with a mixture of tears and fury, you blink. Trying to help your eyes get used to the light again.

Both of you had your flaws and toxic traits, you suddenly found yourself on top of Subaru, a hard grip on his hair that matched his on your throat earlier, you wipe salty tears away, everything was a blur. You swore you couldn't remember a thing. You'd insult other people for not controlling their actions, yet you couldn't keep yours in check either.

"Sorry," You murmured against his pale skin, kissing alongside the hickies and bite marks you left on his neck. They looked painful. He was a vampire, so you didn't worry too much. They'd heal in an hour or two. You were still between his thighs, cum dripped down his hips and legs.

"You just piss me off sometimes...It's so childish when you start yammering and yelling, creating scenes when I talk to anyone," You watched his wine red eyes trail down in something like shame. His mouth was sewed shut, he was already embarrassed from moaning as loud as he yells. He was cuter when he was quiet, you note, and grin silently, propping yourself on your knees to thrust inside him again without warning, tearing a shriek from the albino beneath you, he drops his head down on the pillows, you were making him feel way too good, as rough as it was.

It almost seemed like you were still taking your anger out on him as you pounded inside him harshly. Subaru felt his stomach coil and he tightens, when you'd lean down to whisper sweet nothings in his ear that didn't match your humping.

“C-ca- ah! Can’t! Hah..” Subaru whined shakily, a sound he'd drop dead before making if he was in his right state of his mind. He hiccups and whimpers as he covered his face with his hands. “So full..hic- too much," His legs dangle like a rag doll's from your shoulders as you plundge inside him deeper and deeper with each delicious thrust.

You lean down with a sigh, catching Subaru's lips in a kiss, and grab at his long bangs, tugging hard to tilt his head upward, and swallow down the loud wail that was about to wrack from his body as he came, vibrating slightly and hips thrusting up pathetically in the air. His fangs poked at your lip a bit painfully as he tried to bite down his noises, now chasing after your lips and the little blood that threatened to spill.

Getting strangled or beat again later from a flustered Subaru wouldn't be surprising after wracking his shit, but it was worth it. You could only laugh as he emptily threatened to break your arm after this, complaining that he couldn't feel his legs and that you're a perv.

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