#quick read

[our-marvel-universe]

I mean Bucky let him live. So 🤷🏾 Henry should thank him for being so kind.

Anyway I love these 2 and would love to see more of them!! 😍

On the qui vive

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader WC: ~1k Warnings: Fluff | Established relationship | Absolutely-in-love Bucky | Protective Bucky | Bucky painting your toenails | Bucky taking care of some business (mob elements) | Bucky being hot and incorrigible | Allusions to spicy times | Some language | Very much unbeta'd | Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: Sorry, I haven't been on much here. Found a thought in my drafts and put together something haphazardly for Hot Bucky Summer 2025 | Week 02 Prompt: "Did I give you permission?" | @buckybarnesevents Thank you for hosting. 😊✨🥹💞 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

Damn it!

You scrambled around the hotel suite.

You were supposed to be on time. You always told yourself you'd have everything sorted and ease into important days with a calm, relaxed start. But nope. That version of you clearly didn't exist. A miserable case of chaos was what you were.

Gawd!

Bucky was to be blamed anyway. He'd flown in late last night, and he didn't let you out of the bed ever since he stepped foot into the hotel room. And he thwarted every attempt of you sneaking out of the bed this morning, dragging you right back into his arms. You couldn't believe sometimes that he could be so insatiable despite being married for more than a decade now.

Your husband was a ridiculously sinful man, indeed! Not that you usually complained about your husband's incorrigible loving ways. But today was an important day, and you should be there on time.

You had a luncheon with the whole team today before your book launch tomorrow, and Jeremy would absolutely have your head if you were late to your own event. You'd already been two minutes late to the dinner meeting last night. To be fair, that wasn't really your fault either. You got held up by a couple of women who somehow recognized you. You hadn't expected anyone to know you, especially not in Venice, so far from home. It was endearing. You'd been so flustered when they asked for your autograph that you walked into the meeting grinning like an idiot, only to get an earful from Jeremy for being late.

Yesterday was a simple team dinner, but today was important, and you couldn't be late by a second.

You heard the loud yawn, followed by a grunt.

Fucking Finally!

"Bucky, hurry up, will ya?" you called out to him.

"I'm almost ready, pretty girl," came his gravelly rasp.

You'd both gotten maybe a couple of hours of sleep between stuff. You turned just in time to see him walking out of the bedroom, phone against his ear, as he said, "Good," before placing the phone down on the kitchen counter.

He wandered over, buttoning up his white shirt at such a seductively slow pace, you grunted annoyedly at him for various reasons.

Jesus Christ! He looked divine.

You sat cross-legged on the ottoman, rushing to paint your toenails because, of course, you didn't get to do them earlier. No thanks to your husband. You figured you could get it done while Bucky got dressed lazily, leisurely.

Whatever was up with him today.

He strolled over, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth that you cut hurriedly for you both a few minutes earlier.

And then he met your eyes.

Shit.

The second he looked at you, you knew. Bucky knew. You didn't know who snitched, but after nearly fifteen years with Bucky Barnes, you shouldn't be so surprised. Your husband always knew when someone so much as breathed your way wrong.

You'd actually been relieved he wasn't at the dinner last night. Because if he had been, things would've gone very differently. Henry, your executive publisher, had cornered you. He was drunk and touchy, and you managed to wiggle out of the situation without making a scene. Mostly because you didn't want to see bloodshed. But the second it happened, you knew it would've been a disaster if Bucky had seen it. So yeah, you were glad he'd been delayed. Even if part of you wished he'd been there to stop it from happening at all.

He sank onto the couch in front of you, dragging your foot into his lap.

You tried to wiggle away, but his grip tightened around your calf.

"Stay still," he warned in a dangerously low voice. Nevertheless, you squirmed.

"We don't have much time," you argued, worry gnawing at you.

"Don't worry, pretty girl. I got you," he said calmly, and he took the little bottle of nail polish from your hand.

"You'll ruin your trousers," you muttered.

"Gotta be still then, Sweetheart," He hummed softly, too jaunty, for your liking. Bucky painted the first toe carefully. It was utterly unbelievable how quickly he unraveled you.

You watched him, waiting for him to ask you, but he didn't, making you groan internally. And the longer he kept painting, the more nervous you got.

"Should I just tell you?" you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky didn't look up. "Tell me what, beautiful?"

"You know what."

"Do I?" He raised his eyes, and that dark gleam in them made your stomach twist. It was dangerous, that look, especially for your poor heart, always ready to topple you more and more into him.

Your phone rang. Jeremy. You answered quickly.

"Hey! Promise I won't be late. Ten minutes tops…" Jeremy, however, cut you off your babbling, "You didn't hear?" he said urgently.

"Hear what?" you asked confused.

"Henry. He was in some kind of accident this morning. It's serious. We gotta cancel the lunch."

You froze. "Is he…?"

"No idea. It's all over the place. Ronald called and said something about him losing an arm. It's bizarre. I put him in a cab last night, and he was fine." Jeremy sighed before he continued, "I don't know what happened, but I'll update you when I can. The launch is still on for tomorrow though. I'll send over the new schedule soon."

You set your phone aside, mind still trying to process. You went to pull your foot back, but Bucky didn't let go.

"Did I give you permission to move, Mrs. Barnes? You'll mess up all my hard work." he chuckled, casually blowing on your toes.

"Bucky," you hissed, "What the hell did you do?"

He took his time. Capped the polish. Set it down. Then lifted your leg over his shoulder and tugged you onto the couch beneath him.

"Bucky."

He kissed the curve of your neck, then licked a slow path to your ear. You let out a lewd moan, an entirely inappropriate reaction to the feeling of dread settling in your tummy. Bucky pressed himself against you, one hand cupped your face and the other wandered toward your chest, palming your tits.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him to find your losing sanity, "What. Did. You. Do?"

He finally met your gaze.

"He shouldn't have touched you, doll," he said softly, his breath warm against your lips, his stubble brushing against your skin, and dousing you in his sweet, sinful smell.

“Be grateful he's still breathing."

"Bucky…" His name caught in your gasping breath, and he smiled at you reverently, and gawd, you knew you had to put some sense into your man, but fuck, did you love him so goddamn much.

Well?

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[rainylana]

“My pussy.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

warnings: language, smut, fingering, rough smut, dom!eddie, use of a vibrator, spanking.

summary: eddie finds your vibrator in the bathroom.

to the anonymous user, thank you for requesting!

You were sitting in front of the tv, crisscross on the floor as the Andy Griffith show played in front of you. You were clad in your socked feet and matching pajamas, putting polaroids in your album. It was a calm night, a sweet, romantic one you and Eddie were spending together, just a relaxing night in.

“Hey, babe!” Eddie called from the bathroom. “Come take a look at this! You’ll never believe what I found!”

You grimaced. “In the bathroom? Gross, Eddie! I’ll wait out here, thanks so much.” You chuckled, shaking your head at him.

The sound of a high pitched whirring flooded your ears, and immediately, heat went to your face. You pounced up. “No, no, no, no, no!” You screeched and screamed, running to the bathroom.

You found Eddie, leaned up against the sink and smirking, looking proud and cocky as ever. His hand propped him up against the sink, the other swung your pink vibrator side to side like he was trying to hypnotize someone.

You screamed. “Eddie!” You quickly leapt for it, but he stood tall and held it above your head.

“I don’t think so!” He tsked. “Didn’t know you had one of these laying around. Am I not satisfying you?” His eyes darkened playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, please, Eddie, drop it.” You jumped to reach it. “Please, forget you- Jesus, you’re tall!”

He scoffed and handed it to you, buzzing still loud and when you got it, you quickly switched it off, face burning and hands shaking from embarrassment. “Sorry you had to see that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He bounced off the sink to follow you into your bedroom. “We could have had some fun!”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess it’s just private, I suppose.”

Eddie smirked, taking a long stride over to you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “Well, my dear, I think I’ve been missing out. What do you say we add a little something new to the mix?” He kept his eyes on you, slowly walking you backwards to your shared bed.

You wiggled your brows and hummed, matching his lips in a hot kiss. You both fell to the bed in a heap, clothes flinging off to the floor one by one. You squeaked when he gripped your hips and spun you around, putting you face first into the mattress. He grabbed you and lifted your hips up to meet his face. She smirked, spitting in his fingers and rubbing them up your slick cunt. You gasped, reaching out to grab a pillow.

“Uh, uh.” He smacked your ass, making you squeal. “Keep your hands still.”

He pushed into your pussy, standing behind you at the foot of the bed. You moaned pathetically, drooling into the pillow so quickly it barely had even started. That’s the way sex was with Eddie. He knew you so well, knew all the right buttons to push.

You couldn’t help but blush when the sound of your vibrator turned on, and when it pushed at your clit, body bent over and ass up, you sobbed, a tear pushing past your lids. Eddie knew how stimulated you got and how quickly you did so. “Fuck,” You cried. “Oh, let me me feel you, please!”

“No.” He turned up the speed of the toy, smacking your ass with his free hand. “You wanna play with yourself without me? Then you’ll take your punishment and enjoy it.”

He spanked you again and again from cheek to cheek, making you jump out of your place and yelp from the sting of his hand.

“It’s mine.” He sneered. “My pussy.”

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed. “Just fuck me please!”

He slipped the vibrator into your cunt, the pink tip disappearing inside of you. He thrusted it in and out of you quickly, smacking your ass here and there until you were near purple with bruises. You saw stars as you came, panting heavily and shakily.

When you collapsed. He stood there with a dumb, goofy grin on his face. “See? Fun, right?”

[caramelarchive]

could I request something like the reader deciding to give L a lil massage. It started out in their head as smth sweet/relaxing until it became high-key concerning cuz every press of their hands draws out a deafening crack

Let's Try a Massage ╾ L

BAHHAHAHAHHAA the fact that this is not somehow canon is a crime, I cannot. anyway, thanks for asking! let's go! I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Boo," you say, coming up behind L to rest your hands on his shoulders and your head besides his. He gives a quick hum of acknowledgement and you peck his cheek.

"Hello, there." After a minute, he turns away from the computer's bright screen, rubbing his eyes and rolling his shoulders as he turns to look at you. L gives a yawn, one of the rare signs he trusts and loves you enough to let his stoic guard down, and blinks sleepily at you.

Your hands brush along his shoulders.

"Ready to take a break yet?" you tease gently, poking at his neck.

"I suppose so." L turns back towards his computer, one finger tapping against the j key and the other prodding at his lip. "I don't think I can do anything else at the moment," he decides, and turns the monitor off, scooping a forkful of cake into his mouth as he does so. "Did you want something?"

L spins his chair around to face you at this question, his head tilting up as he peers at you from the seat. One of his hands reaches up to rub at his shoulder and he gives a cross groan, not breaking eye contact.

"...Did you want something?" you ask, smiling and poking at his shoulders. L groans again and bats your hands away.

"I am simply a little sore."

You grin as a wonderful idea comes into your head: something sweet and cute, to help L relax after yet another long day of hard work.

"In that case, I can help!"

It's a difficult feat to pick L up, so you just roll his chair over to the couch and push him onto the cushions.

The detective turns his head to the side, so he is able to keep his eyes on you, but does not make any move to protest. L just shifts around a little, groaning unhappily, and waits for you to do... whatever it is you're going to do.

Pressing your hands together for a minute to warm them up, you eye your partner up and down.

...Definitely, a massage is required here.

You decide to plonk yourself down on his back for easy access, your hands reaching up to L's shoulders. Your fingers probe into the skin and L gives a small sigh of gratitude. A smile spreads across your face, as you're obviously able to remove some of the stress he has placed on his body by scrunching it into a ball all of the time.

And then a crunch.

You almost fall onto the floor, scared out of your wits. "L! The human body should not make that noise!"

"My apologies."

You sigh and stroke his hair for a moment. "I think this proves that you need some sort of assistance with your back, my love."

The gesture, which you thought to be sweet, becomes more and more concerning as you continued. Wherever you place your hands, there is a dramatic crunch, a crack, all very loud and very not normal.

"L, when was the last time you saw a doctor? Or an acupuncturist or a chiropractor or a physiotherapist?"

He just shakes his head.

You press your hands into his back and it cracks in protest. You take your hands off him and wring them in dismay.

"I just wanted to give you a massage, and now you sound like a whip-person..."

L gives a little chuckle. "Yes... Perhaps a different approach is in order, my dear Y/N." He shifts again, turning to look at you once more.

"I'll run you a bath."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

what if I wrote a little bath scene? nothing nsft as I have said but I mean,, rose petals in the water, bringing in a rubber ducky or a plastic ship... lemme know if you want that as a part two!!

[oliveisme533]

Simple Things

Summery: simple moments that you share with your big, strong, tough Joel. Only you get to see the soft side of this absolute unit of a man.

Pairings: Fem!reader x Joel

Unspecified age gap, post outbreak, no warnings I don’t think. Just a bunch of fluff

Not proof read whatsoever

Joel almost always fell asleep first. He was your “tired old man” as you playfully called him. “Could a tired old man do this?” Joel would throw you over his shoulder, toss you down on the sofa, and you would eventually get out a “no noooo” between laughs.

Joel was already in bed when you entered the bedroom. He wore his reading glasses that you secretly lovedddd on him. It just did something to you. He had taken up reading in the last few years and it seemed to calm his mind, especially before bed. You could feel his eyes on you as you dropped bath towel and slipped into your pajamas. You turned around and caught him in the act as you finished tying the string on your pajama bottoms. “Enjoying the show?” You teased. “Always do, darlin. You’re so pretty to look at babydoll what do you expect me to do?” You shrug, still wrestling with your drawstring. “Baby what are you doin?” You grunt in frustration. “I don’t know how this always gets so knotted it drives me fucking crazy because then I can’t tie it how I like!” You responded with a bit too much emphasis. Joel set his book down “c’mere” you did so and watched as he carefully picked at the knots with his skilled hands. After a moment he gave you a love tap on the hip “there. Ain’t gotta get your panties in a twist ‘bout it hunny.” You mutter a “thanks” as you actively fight off a yawn.

You walk to turn the lamp off, signaling to Joel that you were ready for bed. It was faster to crawl over Joel’s side to get back in bed than it would be to walk around to your side. You often just crawled over him. Joel grunted as you climbed over his body. He gave you a playful slap in the ass for being a general pain in the ass and not getting in bed on your own side.

Joel’s pov

His sweet angel… he loved watching her do all her nightly routines. By the time she came up to bed he wasn’t focused on the words in his book anymore. He loved to watch her comb her hair, he loved the way she teased him and the way she laughed. He loved how gentle she was with him, how sweet and innocent. He would do anything to protect her. He would kill for her. Hell he had killed for her, many times. His sweet dove, nothing could come between them. He would always crawl home to her.

He watched her turn off lamp and knew that meant she was going to climb over him to get to her side. “Childish” he would often mutter. Tonight he let her off easy with a squick smack on the rear, but other nights he would grab her by one ankle and wrestle her into the mattress. He squeals, and laughter would bounce off the walls. “You better keep it down little girl. Neighbors gon’ hear you” “well then don’t wrestle with me and make me laugh!” She would argue back.

After he smacked her ass and let her cuddle under the covers he set his reading glasses and book down carefully on the bedside table. He reached out for her, tucking an arm under hers and pulling her in close. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head before finally drifting off .

[kkalnxtdoor]

Hanahaki Disease

Levi x reader!fem

Tags: love!!!!!, fixing your heart after AOT ending, fluff, messy, spelling errors/grammar errors, grumpy old captain. (I haven’t seen anyone do this yet but, if they have please tell me!!)

||: the year 850, when scouts graduated.

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He laid against the tree, coughing up more and more petals. The grass is slightly yellow at the end, the meadow is full and long, the breeze is cool as it goes through the captains hair. The petals lay in the captains lap; his fingers lazily trace the petals.

“Captain Levi?” A soft-spoken voice calls out from behind the tree.

The captain makes a gruff sound, signalling he’s simply sitting on the other side.

The soft-spoken voice comes to Levi’s side, sitting down next to him against the tree. Levi’s gaze stays on her, simply admiring her casual attire. He’s seen her attire several times, though he can’t help but admire her all the time, no matter what she does.

“Levi, why can’t you just tell her?” The woman breaks the silence.

“I-you don’t get it.” He dismissively answered, the slight irritation in his voice, laced with his eternal struggle and anxiety.

“Then let me understand, Levi.9 the woman snaps. “I want you to get better, not only for yourself but for me, damn it!” The words slipped from your voice before you could even register them.

Levi couldn’t help but widen his eyes just slightly turning his body to face your’s.

“I-I’m scared, ‘name’.” He reluctantly speaks, his voice gentle. The vulnerable side of him showing.

Levi stared deep into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to latch onto her. Your gaze softened, you carefully cup his cheeks, your touch tender and meaningful.

“It’s meant to be scary, levi.” You comforted. The sun shining on your face, lighting up your features. The love-sick Captain can’t help but admire, yearning for more of your touch.

“I…I crave her, ‘name’. In the most innocent ways.” Levi softly confesses. Your thumb rubs his cheek in a tender but, meaningful way.

“She liked her tea with two sugars, a spoonful of honey, boiling hot. She’s more of a soft-spoken person but, she’s helped the survey corps in ways I can’t explain, not express my appreciation. She’s like the sun to my cold heart, she warms it after a cold night.” Levi remarked.

This was Levi’s way of confessing. It didn’t have to be a full declaration of love because, to be loved is to be seen and, Levi sees everything you do. From the little things, to the big things he see’s it.

Your lips turn upward in a soft smile, your node flares slightly. A common thing you do when you smile. Levi, of course always noticed it.

“I love you too, Levi.” You softly confess. Four words that hit straight to Levi’s heart. Levi’s gaze softens, leaning into your touch. The sun setting in the background for Levi to admire the beautiful shine on your features. The flower petals that once lay in Levi’s lap slowly fades, while the love they share, grows.

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note: hope you liked it, sorry for errors. My first time writing about Levi, more to come though! If you don’t like my writing or have any thoughts on it, dm me!! I’d love to hear suggestions and requests!

tags: @alebrasil0101 @thattbitchwiththehair

[pixiealamode]

Emmanuel Dreams

"Heya Cas," Dean said over his shoulder at the tell tale whisper of a thousand wings landing beside him. He was sitting on the dock at the lake house half dozing in the green lawn chair he's pinched from Sam's Club. The fish weren't biting but they never did in dreamland.

"Hello,"Cas was his usual self, man of few words, but he was much blurry at the edges. When Castiel had first begun to appear into Dean's dreams he'd always seemed more solid, real. Of course Dean knew this Cas wasn't real, his had waded into a river and never come back out.

"Funny to see you here man. It's been four months since you were gone. I kinda miss you." Dean confessed while casting the fishing line back out into the still waters of the lake.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I wanted to leave you." Dream Cas looked so forlorn that Dean wanted to wrap him up in a blanket. His big blue eyes were watery, soft, the way he'd looked at Dean so many times during the first year of the apocalypse. Like Dean was a marvel and a martyr all at once.

"Cas, buddy, you are so dumb. Literally the dumbest person I've ever met."

"Well I'm not a person so..." There was the dry humor he missed so much.

"Yeah yeah semantics you little shit." Dean smiled, bigger then he had in the last four years. Hell will do that to a man.

"Why are you here? Did my brain concoct some sort of little reunion to ease woes?"

"Im not sure, one moment I there and the next I was here."

"Where exactly is there?" Dean wondered, heaven? Hell? Some place in between?

"New york? I think?"

Dean snorted.

"You died in New York buddy."

"I'm dead?"

"Yeah dude and now you're some kind of figment of my imagination."

"I don't feel like a figment of your imagination."

"That's exactly what a figment of my imagination would say!" Dean rolled his eyes and set aside the fishing equipment to stand up from his chair.

"You aren't real, your dead." Dean reminded the dream Castiel.

"You keep saying that as if I'm not right in front of you." Argued the angel.

Dean threw his hands up in the air, the frustration clear all over his face.

"Fine I'll prove that you aren't him."

"Ho-" Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and did something he's been wanting to do since they met. He planted one on him. To his surprise the dream-Cas kissed back.

It started slow, just a dry kiss, but Cas's lips were so plump Dean couldn't help but tease his tongue against the seam of his lips. Cas's arms came up around Dean and pulled him closer.

Every available emotion was running through Dean, mark him down as scared, sad, and horny. The angel, no his angel, the one that marked him the day they met opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Dean shuddered against his greedy mouth that took with all the power he'd so wished to feel for so long. Dean was a sick fuck, he knew that, by god had he wanted Castiel to kiss him even if it was a dream version.

"Stop-" Cas pulled away, his arms still around Dean, forehead resting against his." I don't know your name." Dean yanked himself away like Cas was on fire. He stumbled back, crashing against the lawn chair and tumbled to his side. Dream Cas crouched down, ghosting a finger across the planes of his face.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember you. I should have said something before."

"Fuck you man, this is my dream! I'm Dean, your best friend, fuck you're my only friend."

"Dean..." Castiel weighed the word in his mouth. Stretching the syllables like he'd never said the name before. Dean cringed, why did this hurt so fucking bad? He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself awaks.

He came too where he left himself, tangled up in the bed sheets of some dingy motel still wearing his jeans. Across the room Sam snored softly, his big moose head illuminated by the moonlight.

Emmanuel woke up with a start, sweating from head to toe. He was thankful in that moment that his "wife" insisted they had separate twin beds when he realized what he'd done to the sheets.

Half stumbling to the bathroom he looked into the face he'd never recognized that stared back from the mirror. The dream playing over and over again in his mind while his heart still raced in its ribs. Who was that man? Was it someone he made up? Was it someone he couldn't remember?

God, how could he forget a face like that?

[peachy-scarletfruit]

“Imagine it with me, Pen…”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63331885

[itsfullofstars]

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[hauntedmoontimetravel]

The Puppeteer's Victory

Prompt: At last, the Puppeteer inside won Note: Themes of depression in whole story, it gets worse before it gets better

Song suggestions for reading:

Hole Dwelling (English cover, Eleanor Forte)

Amygdala's Ragdoll (Ghost and Pals)

For a long time, inside Mica, a regular adult in her late 20s with a job, all that was left was emptiness. It felt like her body was not her own, she was being puppeted by a puppeteer.

She had asked for help, but the advice was not working. Drawing helped a bit, same with dancing, but it all didn't reach the amount she desperately needed to stay fully sane. The detachment was something she needed gone.

She was scared of not doing anything, because it meant she would be trapped into her thoughts, she would be caged inside her mind. She started to feel that the world was not real, what was she, and then the existential crisis washed over her like a wave and she would struggle to get out.

Today, she tried running. But her body, not used to it, protested. But since she had to complete her target, she ran and ran. It left her feeling numb. But this did not help.Eventually, all the events in her life made her spiral deeper into the endless pit and empowered her inner puppeteer.

At some point, it grew to such a size that it took all her emotions and gorged on them, until it felt like she was only a mindless puppet, controlled by her day to day activities and The Puppeteer.

Her tasks continued on as normal as the puppeteer controlling her ensured that the work was completed properly and every hint of its existence remained uncovered. Nobody around her had a clue, that is how successful the puppeteer was. The war inside her waged, and at last, the puppeteer won. She gave up, as long as the work was done on time, she, the Inner Mica, will take rest, not to rise again.

But at some point, her parents noticed and woke up the Inner Mica and gave her life, just as they had given it to her before. They armed her with some tips which worked in making the war just a bit easier. This also inspired Mica to forge her own weapons against The Puppeteer.

Eventually, one more thing helped her climb out of The Puppeteer's clutches. Her friend had adopted an adorable puppy, a Dachshund who was very sweet and friendly. The puppy and Mica grew attached to each other and helped each other. Mica helped the pupper by giving him the love and affection he craved, which he returned and helped Mica escape the clutches of the Puppeteer.

At last, although recovery took time, the end result, the sweet freedom and sense of total reality tasted even sweeter. Although she had many setbacks when the Puppeteer returned, the weapons helped her fight. The end result of freedom from it could not have been possible without her parents and her friend+ said friend's four legged companion, though.

~The End~

[caramelarchive2]

of α and β

Warnings!! dead dove - do not eat, cannibalism, implied cannibalism, death (before the start of the short), horror(?), blood (image).

It's rather dark, but not very explicit. Continue with caution.

A was dead.

A was dead.

A was dead.

The words cascaded through B's head, lines of green text overlapping as they fell.

A was dead.

B was next.

“He who says A must say B likewise.” That was Hansel and Gretel, the version he read with them in the dusty room that Thursday.

B didn't like the funeral.

He didn't like the black clothes. The Victorian element of it all. He didn't like the church.

He didn't like A's grave.

He sat on the grass covered in weeds and ripped them out, then ripped out the flowers too and stared at the stone.

A was dead.

Stone was the rest of them.

No.

They were there.

B ripped the grass away. Then the dirt. He ripped at the wood and their flesh and held their heart.

A was dead.

B was next.

There was very little blood.

Between the lines of alpha and beta, half a heartbeat made two one.

Dear L did you know

If you write it right,

A fits inside B?

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

→ thanks to @levi-dayne for being my beta reader! ←

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[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART 7 <333

I cannot believe I have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all I do is read, read, read!

Well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO !!

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

21K Words // Chapters: 12/12 // Hits: 8K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

[thelorelounge]

Yemayá—mother of the sea, goddess of salt and sorrow, tides and tenderness. If the ocean had a heart, it would beat in her name. She’s the matriarch of the Yoruba pantheon, and like all great maternal figures, she is equal parts embrace and storm. Wrap yourself in something flowy, light a candle if you're feeling dramatic, and let me tell you her story.

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Yemayá: The Ocean’s Womb and the Tide That Raised Us

In the beginning—before cities, before memory, before we learned to name things—there was water. Endless, restless water. And within it swelled Yemayá, the primordial mother, the first woman, the saltwater soul of all creation.

She was the ocean personified: vast, unknowable, teeming with life and mystery. From her womb came the orishas, the divine spirits of the Yoruba cosmos. Every wave, a lullaby. Every storm, a roar of protectiveness—or rage, depending on your attitude.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

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Motherhood, Magic, and Men With No Sense

Yemayá was once married to Obatalá, the orisha of wisdom and creation. Together, they were divine royalty. But let’s just say that marriage among deities is... complicated. Obatalá wanted order. Yemayá, well—she was the sea. Order is not her native language.

Then came the time of war. Yemayá’s kingdom fell. She was captured. And in her grief, her body—her very being—split open, and from her flowed rivers, oceans, and the life that would fill them. Her tears turned into lakes. Her brokenness, into beauty.

She became more than a goddess. She became the sea itself.

You want power? Yemayá is where salt meets strength.

You want softness? She rocks every child in the ocean’s cradle.

You want rage? Well… hurricanes do have mothers, you know.

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Yemayá in the New World: Saltwater Chains and Spirit Survival

When her people were stolen—ripped from the African continent in chains and ships—Yemayá followed them across the Atlantic, whispering prayers into slave ships, wrapping herself around the lost, the drowned, the survivors.

She shapeshifted into La Sirène in Haiti, Iemanjá in Brazil, Yemayá in Cuba. In every port, she wore a new name, but her essence never changed: the ocean mother who does not forget.

Enslaved people lit candles to her in secret, called her name beneath their breath. In Santería, Candomblé, Vodou—she became the living proof that gods cannot be colonized.

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She Is...

The moonlit tide that soothes you when you cry.

The wrathful wave that pulls down tyrants.

The mother of all, even the ones who don’t believe in her.

Draped in flowing blues and silvers, often holding a fan or a mirror (because even goddesses need to check their glow), Yemayá listens to prayers from beaches, bathtubs, stormy decks, and broken hearts.

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So, What’s the Point of Yemayá’s Story?

The same as the ocean’s:

You came from her. She holds you still. And if you ever forget who you are, go to the sea. She remembers.

[dark-ethereal-visions]

Whispers From Hell: An Anthology Of Horror & The Supernatural

A collection of the haunted & horrific tales by horror author & A.I.A. Member Edward V'Kanty. "Whispers From Hell" has featured on The Night Show, Cyndiland.com, Liss In Bookland, Joey Pinkney Book Reviews, Manic Readers, & many others...

Whispers From Hell

Can Melvin defeat the evil that has become so obsessed with him, or will he succumb to the Whispers From Hell? Kylie's Reality

When a displaced soul becomes obsessed with her, can Julia Daniels find a way to help her without having to submit to Kylie's Reality? Brette's Discovery

Can anything stop a new predator from devouring a small town, or will all of humanity be lost to Brette's Discovery? A Requiem For The Damned

Will Evan follow the royal guardian of a secluded village and be granted access to youth eternal, or will he risk his own life and that of his wife's to provide A Requiem For The Damned? Princesses

At the final moment, when she has one last opportunity to save herself, will this lonely woman choose the light or become a feast for the Princesses?

Night Terrors

Caught in the midst of a battle between demons and displaced souls, can Lydia and her neighbors prove themselves superior or will they be lost within their own Night Terrors? Borrowed Time

Can a mysterious girl teach Brent to forgive, before he runs out of Borrowed Time? Into The Realm Of The Lunatic

Dr. Shauna Adams becomes overwhelmed in a world where reality converges with memories, dreams, and fantasies, but can she find the truth, before she delves too deep Into The Realm Of The Lunatic? For Everything, A Season

When Fate pays her a visit, will Elmira Trumble continue to fight or can she accept that there is For Everything, A Season?

Whispers From Hell: An Anthology Of Horror & The Supernatural is available on:

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[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[emphasisondrvgs]

Waking up next to them ~ Liyue edition (Xiao, Zhongli)

I haven't been motivated recently so these are SUFFOCATINGLY short :(

Xiao

The adeptus eyes' open to you grinning sweetly in his arms, the blankets fuzzy and warm from last night. He lets out a breath, enjoying your embrace as much as he could before he had to go to work. Everything seemed to be all too stressful nowadays, and you were his escape. His home was in your arms, and you weren't exactly about to wake up and start poking fun at him for it. He could enjoy the warmth, at least for now.

And when you would wake up, you'd be smothered in kisses and affection from the yaksha.

Zhongli

It had been a while since he had somebody be so trustful of him. The last person to be as confiding in him was Guizhong, and she wasn't here anymore.

But he was alright with that.

He had moved on to somebody new, you; and he loved you dearly. He wraps his arms around you and sighs, content with your head on his chest. Everything seemed at peace for once, the world around you two stilling into nothing.

He was most content, as he often was.

[rachel-sylvan-author]

"A Year Down Yonder" by Richard Peck

This and the one before it are hilarious! Highly recommend! The third book just had me sad, so I don't recommend the third. But this and the first one are fantastic! 😊

QOTD: Who is your favorite Gravity Falls character?✨ Answer: Grunkle Stan for me! 🤣