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Gladiator - Commodus x Reader - Birth

Warnings: Actually mostly childbirth and what goes with it, light angst

Content: You are pregnant with Commodus' child and are in labor. Of course, you want nothing more than to have your husband with you.

I have no idea whether the man was allowed to be present at the birth back in Rome. I haven't found anything about it, so let's just pretend that he was

You struggled to get up and the next moment you were sitting upright in bed. You breathed in and out deeply as you heaved up the extra weight of your baby bump. You gently stroked the bump, a soft smile on your lips.

It wouldn't be long before your child would finally see the light of day. You had to admit to yourself that you were scared. Afraid of whether you would be a good mother at all, afraid of the pain and, above all, afraid of being alone while you brought the child into the world. It was not usual for the husband to be present at the birth. But you knew you wouldn't be able to cope without Commodus.

Your husband was at a council meeting while you were supposed to be resting. Since you were pregnant, Commodus has been even more protective of you. He had always kept an eye on you before that and never let you out of his sight. He wanted to protect you so much and keep you and your child safe. A soft smile played around your lips again and you sighed. He gave you so much security and warmth that it became your addiction. He became your addiction. But who wouldn't fall for those shining eyes?

But the pregnancy gnawed at you. Some days, you felt like the greatest empress who had ever lived as you walked through the palace. With your head held high and your belly proudly displayed, swelling more and more with each passing day. And on other days? On other days you had felt so vulnerable. Your legs and feet hurt, everything was swollen and even your favorite clothes no longer fit you.

You have often looked at yourself in the mirror and looked at your pregnant body. By now you haven't even seen your own feet. It left a bitter taste on your tongue, but when your eyes fell on your big belly, you were overcome with pure joy.

You were looking forward to your child and Commodus in particular seemed as impatient as a child. Every night he stroked your belly with soothing circles of his hand. He whispered to your child again and again. How pretty his wife looked, swollen with his child. How beautiful her eyes shone and how much he was looking forward to him or her. Your gaze wandered through your room. It was time to stretch your legs.

You sat far too often because you simply didn't have the stamina to stand. The additional pain in your back and legs was also just annoying. You also missed your husband. You wanted to see him, feel his soft lips on your skin and be close to him.

So you got up as quickly as you could and strolled through the corridors. Your breathing was heavy and after just a few minutes, you were out of breath. You gently stroked your tummy.

"You're making mommy sweat a lot, little one," you sighed with a giggle and suddenly felt a slight thrill. The child seemed to agree with you, or not. Depending on how you want to look at it.

Humming and heaving, you had almost reached the large, ornate door behind which your husband was located. The council meeting would soon be over and perhaps you could sit down in the meantime. You could clearly feel your ankles aching again.

You were about to turn to look for a place to sit when a pain shot through you. A gasp escaped your lips and you put your hand on your stomach. A few seconds later, you noticed a liquid running down your legs. A pain-filled gasp escaped from your mouth. Maids near you had noticed the scenario and immediately rushed to your side.

But your cries of pain reached someone else. Despite the thick door, Commodus had heard your wails. He immediately jumped up, drew his sword and ran to the door. He ignored the absent men in the room.

"What happened?", he shouted, his green eyes flashing with concern as he saw you being supported by the maids and slaves. Beneath you, the puddle of amniotic fluid.

"She's having her baby, Caesar," a maid told us and Commodus' eyes widened. He was not prepared for this. He dropped his sword and quickly approached you.Your gaze caught his and you could feel yourself relax immediately. But the next wave of pain was not long in coming. You latched onto his shoulder and he held you before your legs gave way.

He held you tightly in his arms. His eyes clouded with anxiety and worry. He immediately sent for a midwife and her time helpers.Exhausted, you lay on your bed and felt one contraction after another. You had strictly refused to sit on the birthing chair. The familiar feel of your bed was more relaxing than the cold wood against your trembling thighs.

But the anxiety wouldn't go away. While the midwife and two other women tried to calm you down, you didn't want to stop getting upset. Commodus was waiting for you outside the door because the midwife wouldn't let him in. She was a stoic old woman and wasn't even afraid of the emperor himself when she slammed the door in his face, making him tremble.

As much as he wanted to kill her, he couldn't do it. Only because she was the only midwife present on the spot. You claw at the layers of the bed and bite your lips, groaning.

"Commodus!... Where is my husband?" you scream, looking longingly at the door.

"My lady, your husband is not allowed to be present at the birth," the old woman explained stoically as she wiped the sweat from your brow. But your patience snapped.Out of nowhere, you grabbed her by the collar and pulled her towards you. Your face contorted in anger and pain.

"If you don't get my husband right now, I'll have you quartered myself!"One of the women gulped audibly and the midwife's eye twitched critically for a moment before she nodded and gave in.

Only seconds after your husband heard your outburst, he stormed through the door. You sighed with relief as you caught sight of his face and the next moment he was at your side. You reached for his hand and he immediately held it out to you.Encouragingly, he pressed his lips to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm here, my love." You closed your eyes and breathed in and out deeply as you felt his voice against your ear. Your head tilted and you looked deep into his green eyes.

"I'm scared," you breathed and Commodus' usually hard face softened.

"You can do it, I know you can. You will bring our child into the world, my empress and be the most beautiful and wonderful mother I can imagine for my children!" These words melted your heart, but you screamed as a contraction ripped through your body. The midwife sat between your legs and told you to push.

Commodus tried to hide his unease to give you support. But your pain hurt him too. Suddenly he straightened up. The loss of his warm hand on your skin made you whimper. He began to take off his hard armor and the next moment, he climbed onto the bed behind you. What was he going to do?

He sat down right behind you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders and pressed you against his chest. You were finally able to let yourself go. A feeling of security came over you.

"My Empress, you must continue to push now," the midwife spoke intently and you swallowed hard. Your hair was wet with sweat and you were overcome with fear again. Reflexively, you grabbed Commodus' forearms. His hands lay reassuringly on your still swollen belly. You squeezed his flesh to death, but he didn't mind. He had already experienced more pain. His lips found the skin of your cheek again and caressed it as you squeezed.

"You're doing great, y/n," he praised you and you leaned against his cheek. His caresses did you good and you pressed on.

"I can already see the mop of hair!" You heard the old midwife say, but you were too distracted by the pushing and the smell of your husband that you barely noticed. Until...

A scream echoed through the room and made you falter. You felt Commodus move slightly behind you to get a better look over your shoulder. The midwife placed your crying baby on your chest and you sobbed enthusiastically.

"It's a girl," the midwife said and your smile widened. You had always hoped it would be a girl. Simply because, in your eyes, Commodus would be the perfect father for a girl.

When you finally had some peace and quiet and could finally catch your breath, you were still lying in your husband's lap. Commodus never left your side and looked down with so much love at the little bundle sleeping so peacefully on your chest.

"She's perfect," he breathed and you pressed yourself tighter against him and smiled. Your gaze searched his. When you looked into his green eyes, all you could see was love. Love that he only showed you because you are his everything, his Rome, his empire.

"I heard what you said to that old goat earlier," he began to grin broadly, something dangerous sparkling in his eyes, but not for you. "This cynical side of you, I don't know it at all. I have to admit, I liked it," he grinned, grabbed your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Then he gently stroked your daughter's head. His eyes softened again and he looked from the little bundle to you.

"I'm so proud of you."

#commodus x reader #commodus/reader #Gladiator x reader #Gladiator Commodus x reader #Commodus x reader pregnant #Commodus x reader Birth

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hornedstorys · 3 days ago

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The only poison I would swallow with greed, down to the last drop... and the bitter taste would feel like the sweetest honey, in all of Rome, on my tongue.

this man makes me poetic *Sigh*

#commodus x reader #Commodus #What is wrong with me?#This eyes... Iam sobbing #Gladiator

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hornedstorys · 6 days ago

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The Hobbit - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader - Love at first sight

Warnings: Reader has longer hair, love at first sight, warning cheesy haha, age gap (is a need)

Content: Thorin sees you for the first time

He had already seen many things in the one hundred and ninety-five years of life he had lived. Be it women of the most diverse looks or the most diverse gemstones, all of which shone and glowed in the most diverse colors. But none of them were as beautiful as you.

You had stepped shyly through the hobbit's door and let your eyes wander around the room. Gandalf had invited you on a journey to bring you out of your shell. He wanted you to see the world in all its facets. With its flaws and also its most beautiful places.

From your manner, one could be forgiven for thinking you were a mix of hobbit and dwarf. You liked to have your peace and quiet and used your time for drawing and reading, or for long walks in the forest. But you were just as stubborn.

You didn't notice how Thorin's blue eyes scrutinized you intensely. You greeted the dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf and joined them without realizing that the future king was already completely smitten with you.

You were more beautiful than any gemstone or woman he had ever seen. It made his breath catch in his throat to think that you were more beautiful than the Arkenstein. Your flushed cheeks and the flowing hair that fell wildly over your shoulders. A strong wind was blowing outside and yet Thorin thought that it had hardly destroyed your hair. It only made you look more beautiful.

But it wasn't just you he noticed, you felt the same way...

His presence was strong when you entered Bilbo's hobbit house. He had a powerful aura and his eyes cast a spell over you that you had never experienced before.

He was clearly older than you, but that only made him more attractive. His grayish strands, the stern and hard look. It made your heart beat faster without you being able to change it. And when he and the other dwarves started singing by the fireplace, you were smitten.

Unintentionally, your mind developed images and questions. Would he sing for you like that? Would he sing for his children too? For your children? His voice was so beautiful, it made goose bumps flow over your body. You couldn't suppress the thought of what it would be like to be his. To spend your remaining mortal years with him, to give him children and to grow old and gray together.

At that very moment, your eyes met and you both froze, as if you had caught each other's thoughts shaping your future.

How naive.

How romantic.

How... unlikely?

Was it unlikely? Or had fate long ago knitted your future from a solid thread that would never break again?

#Thorin x reader #thorinoakenschield #thorin x humanreader #thorin oakenshield x reader

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hornedstorys · 6 days ago

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The Hobbit - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader - Liebe auf den ersten Blick

Warnungen: Leser hat längere Haare, Liebe auf den ersten Blick, Achtung kitschig haha

Inhalt: Thorin sieht dich zum ersten Mal

Er hatte schon vieles gesehen, in seinen hunderfünfundneunzig Jahren Leben, die er gelebt hatte. Seien es Frauen unterschiedlichstem Aussehens oder die verschiedenste Edelsteine, die alle in unterschiedlichsten Farben glänzten und leuchteten. Doch keiner war so schön, wie du.

Du warst schüchtern durch die Tür des Hobbits getreten und hast deinen Blick durch den Raum schweifen lassen. Gandalf hatte dich auf die Reise eingeladen, um dich aus deinem Schneckenhaus zu holen. Er wollte, dass du die Welt siehst, mit all ihren Fassetten. Mit ihren Fehlern und auch ihren schönsten Orten.

Von deiner Art her, könnte man meinen du seist ein Mix aus Hobbit und Zwerg. Du hattest gerne deine Ruhe und hast deine Zeit fürs Zeichnen und lesen genutzt, oder für lange Waldspaziergänge. Aber genauso dickköpfig warst du auch.

Du hast nicht gemerkt, wie Thorins blaue Augen, dich intensiv musterten. Du hast die Zwerge, Bilbo und Gandalf begrüßt und dich zu ihnen gesellt, ohne zu ahnen, dass der zukünftige König jetzt schon komplett hin und weg von dir war.

Du warst schöner, als jeder Edelstein und jede Frau, die er je gesehen hatte. Es ließ seinen Atem stocken, als er selbst den Gedanken hatte, dass du schöner warst, als der Arkenstein. Deine geröteten Wangen und das wallende Haar, welches wild über deine Schultern fiel. Draußen wehte ein starker Wind und dennoch fand Thorin, dass dieser deine Haare kaum zerstört hatten. Es ließ dich nur noch schöner aussehen.

Aber nicht nur du warst ihm aufgefallen...

Seine Präsenz war stark, als du Bilbos Hobbithaus betratst. Er hatte eine mächtige Ausstrahlung und seine Augen zogen dich in einen Bann, den du zuvor nie erlebt hattest.

Er war deutlich älter als du, doch das machte ihn nur attraktiver. Seine gräulichen Strähnen, der strenge und harte Blick. Es ließ dein Herz höher schlagen, ohne das du es hättest ändern können. Und als er und die anderen Zwerge anfingen, am Kamin zu singen, war es um dich geschehen.

Unabsichtlich entwickelte dein Geist Bilder und Fragen. Ob er auch für dich so singen würde? Würde er für seine Kinder ebenfalls singen? Für eure Kinder? Seine Stimme war so schön, es ließ eine Gänsehaut über deinen Körper fließen. Du konntest den Gedanken nicht unterdrücken, wie es wohl sein würde Seins zu sein. Deine restlichen, sterblichen Jahre mit ihm zu verbringen, ihm Kinder zu schenken und zusammen alt und grau zu werden.

Genau in diesem Augenblick trafen sich eure Blicke und ihr wart beide wie erstarrt, als hättet ihr euch gegenseitig dabei erwischt, wie eure Gedanken eure Zukunft formten.

Wie naiv.

Wie romantisch.

Wie... unwahrscheinlich?

War es unwahrscheinlich? Oder hatte das Schicksal eure Zukunft schon längst aus einem festen Faden gestrickt, der nie wieder reißen würde?

#Thorin x reader #thorin x humanreader #thorinoakenschield #thorin oakenshield x reader #the hobbit thorin #thorins company

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hornedstorys · 10 days ago

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Iam alive!

Hello!

guys I'm still alive! I am, unfortunately, quite inactive on Tumblr at the moment. That's because I'm working on my own book and it's taking up a lot of my time. On the side, I'm also trying to paint a bit more again. Maybe I'll manage to write stories in between. I miss writing about my favorite characters and I'm looking forward to writing about them again!

I would also like to thank everyone who has supported my blogs! It means so much to me and I'm really happy to see that some people enjoy my stories after all!

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hornedstorys · 2 months ago

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I've had that in my head for a while now XD

Y/n would definitely kick Zoro's ass! I would too hahah

#Sanji x Reader #One piece x reader #Y/n #Sanji #Zoro #Zoro x Reader #II mean... I would do it. My poor Sanji baby #Meme #One piece Meme

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hornedstorys · 3 months ago

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Masterlist: One Piece

OP Shanks x Reader - the thing about age / nsfw

#one piece #one piece x reader #shanks x reader #zoro #zorro #zoro x reader #portgas d ace x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #trafalgar d water law #law x reader

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hornedstorys · 3 months ago

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OP Shanks x Reader - the thing about age

Warnings: Age gap…, big age gap (about 14 - 17 years), nsfw, slow burn, mutual attraction, very light dirty talk, Reader falls first but Shanks falls so much harder, icky pirate men, jealousy, Shanks is protective, sex in public.

Synopsis: It's never easy to fall in love with an older man, especially when he's so burned into your mind.

He had seen you for the first time in Makino's bar. You needed a job to earn some extra money. After all, it was never a bad thing to have some money in case of an emergency. Besides, Makino was a good friend of yours and you were really happy to help her out.

He hardly noticed you at first, even when Makino introduced you to him. You seemed shy and blushed slightly. But you had noticed him. His auburn hair, the mischief in his eyes and the broad grin on his handsome face. You weren't even put off by the fact that he was missing an arm. It only aroused your curiosity.

Oh how he had made you nervous without realizing it. You fell for him first, for the handsome pirate captain. But it would remain a crush forever. Because Shanks was much older than you, and not that 'it's only six years' older, but more than twelve years. Over ten years of experience and lifetime separated you. You felt like an invisible child around him.

But one day, one little thing changed. You were serving some nasty-looking, lice-ridden pirates. Shanks was sitting at the counter and seemed to be talking to Makino. She knew about your secret crushes, of course. But instead of judging you for it, she thought it was kind of sweet. But she also told you not to get your hopes up. Not even if you were much older. Shanks traveled a lot and only came by every few months, if at all. He wasn't really settled, yet he liked to flirt far too much. One thing that made you uneasy and kind of jealous. He never flirted with you. He never even saw you.

“What can I get you guys?” you asked the group and you felt the looks they were giving you. You weren't really dressed conspicuously. Nothing suggestive. Nevertheless, these men had hunger in their eyes, like ravenous sharks. Somehow you tried to hide your discomfort. You wanted to remain professional. Makino had often told you that you didn't have to serve some customers if you felt uncomfortable.

But you were tired of being seen as a child. You were more mature than some young women your age and you wouldn't let idiots like that spoil your mood.

“How about you, darling?” one of them slurred and you clenched your jaw. “No aviable,” you mumble, glaring at the others. Maybe they would have a normal answer to your question, but of course not. One of them grabbed you roughly by the arm, causing your note and pen to fall out of your hand.

Eyes wide and heart pounding, you looked in panic at the hand on your arm. It was far too close for you. You quickly tried to tear yourself away, but the cold, greasy hand on your arm stood firm.

“Let go of me!” you hiss, your voice shaky.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Stay a little longer. When's your shift over?” one of the men slurred, tears gathering in your eyes as you continue to struggle to free yourself from his grip.

“I said let me go!” your voice grew louder and more hysterical. Just for the amusement of those vile figures sitting at the table, grinning broadly. But their smiles disappeared pretty quickly as a shadow loomed behind you.

“Didn't you hear what she said? She told you to let her go,” that voice made you shudder too. It didn't tolerate any argument. As quickly as the hand touched you, it was gone again. No one willingly messed with the red Shanks. And the men quickly fled the bar, leaving you still trembling.

Suddenly, a hand placed itself on your shoulder. You immediately flinched until you heard a familiar voice.

“Are you all right?” Shank's worried gaze was on you. You shyly held your aching arm and hesitantly looked up at him. Your eyes met his for a millisecond and you could see genuine concern in his eyes. But nothing more. You were trapped in his eyes for a short time until you suddenly startled and said “Yes”. You quickly walked past him. It was just too much and uncomfortable for you. You could still feel Shank's eyes on you.

Something had changed since then. You felt like he saw you like a sister. Shanks looked after you every time he was in the bar with his crew. You had heard that they were staying a few more days to replenish supplies and rest. Life at sea was wild and stormy, even if it did have its sunny side. So it seemed like a nice change to have a few quiet days.

“Take care of yourself while I'm gone. Promise me that (Y/n)?” you continued to stare at him and just nodded. A few hours later, his ship had disappeared over the horizon, leaving you alone with your adolescent feelings.

It was a few months before Shanks reappeared with his crew. You had celebrated your seventeenth birthday a few days ago and to your surprise, he had even brought you something.

“I heard it was your birthday,” he grinned and handed you the little box. With warm cheeks, you hesitantly accepted it.

“That wasn't necessary, Captain Shanks. You know, you hardly know me. Besides, how did you know it was my birthday?”. His gaze flicked to Makino and a light went on in your head. When you opened the wooden box, your eyes widened. It was a necklace. But not a necklace made by rich people, it looked homemade. A leather strap with a pretty stone hanging from it.

“That's really pretty, thank you Captain,” your words made him smile.

“Shall I put it on you?” he asked and you nodded nervously. He took the necklace from your hand and gently brushed your hair to the side. His rough hands felt too forbiddingly good on the skin of your neck. You quickly tried to control your thoughts. It took almost an eternity when he put it on you, but only seconds passed and the next moment he was tousling your hair with a grin and leaving. Your heart sank again. Your feelings had hardly changed over the last few months. You had missed him. A grown man, way out of your league. How could a seventeen-year-old girl have any chance with a mature adult man?

That gesture with the hair alone only showed that he only saw you as a little sister, if that. In the evening, you served the rest of the guests, wiped the tables as you often did and tidied everything up. Only the red hair pirates were still here. You rubbed your face and joined them.

“When will you finally leave this place, (Y/n)? Yasopp looked at you questioningly and you didn't know what to say at first. You sat down on one of the wooden chairs, right next to the pirates.

“I have no reason to leave. My home is here,” you explained to him and he raised an eyebrow. You had never thought about your future. Why should you? You had a bed here and a roof over your head. Warm food and Makino. She had been your family for a long time.

“What would be a reason to leave?” Shanks suddenly asked, throwing you off balance for a moment.

“Love,” it was almost more of a question than a firm answer and the whole crew stared at you for a moment. No one said a word. At first they thought you were joking, but your serious face remained. Love, something pirates never felt they had to deal with.

“Love?” Shanks asked with a furrowed brow and your cheeks started to glow again. You just nodded silently and tried not to look him in the eye.

“That's really-” Yasopp started and Ben finished his sentence, ”Corny.” Now Crew was laughing, including Shanks. You rolled your eyes and stood up. Then you turned to them and looked at them with an offended face.

“For being almost twice as old as me, you're at least as stupid,” with these words you left. The pirates' laughter died down immediately. You didn't have the nerve to deal with it. Why should you? You could never talk about such things with men. You didn't notice how Shanks shouted after you that you should stay and that he didn't mean any harm.

But you didn't want to anymore. Your heart hurt and you were too exhausted to get upset. The sun was just setting and you were walking along the beach. Your eyes fell on the sea. When would these feelings finally disappear? Lost in thought, you played with the chain around your neck.

You sat on a small rock and looked out at the dark sea. You barely noticed the shadow approaching you. Until suddenly a shoulder bumped into yours. You automatically dodged.

“Forgive me, (Y/n). I didn't mean to laugh,” Shanks explained and you clenched your jaw, trying not to cry.

“But you did,” you said curtly. You could feel Shanks getting a little restless next to you. That wasn't really his style. He usually had a big mouth and always had a grin on his lips. What was upsetting him now?

“Do you think it's so ridiculous, Shanks? Love?” Your voice unconsciously got louder and you didn't realize it yourself. Shanks looked at you with wide eyes. It was the first time you raised your voice. You were usually such a nice and quiet girl.

“N-no, I don't think so,” he began hesitantly and your gaze remained fixed on the water. He was startled to see the tears running down your cheeks. Out of reflex, he did something you hadn't expected. He wiped your wet skin with the rough pad of his thumb. Your face jerked to the side as if you were trying to escape his touch.

It was just too much. You jumped up and wanted to leave. But Shanks held you firmly by the shoulder.

“(Y/n)…” his voice broke you. You wiped your tears away and looked over your shoulder for just a moment. You could only dimly make out his face. It was all the harder for you to say the following words: “Leave me alone, Shanks.”

You left him standing on the beach. And he was wordless for the first time in his life. What had just happened? You didn't show your face again for the next few days and even when Shanks' ship left the harbor, you weren't here to say goodbye. Something Shanks would not forget as his gaze remained fixed on the mainland.

How many years had passed? Two, three, maybe even four or five? You didn't really know. It had been far too long since you had last seen Shanks. But that night stayed in your mind. You felt bad, and you still did years later. Shanks didn't know about your feelings, but you bitched at him. He didn't deserve it. How stupid you were back then, but you were also hurt.

Tired, you poured beer and were lost in thought. Makino stood next to you and prepared food for the guests. You could feel their eyes on you in the meantime.

“What do you think?” you asked her.

“He hasn't been here for a long time, has he?”

You knew exactly when she meant him. Your heart clenched. You tried to get him out of your thoughts, you tried to close your heart. It was a waste of time. This man didn't want you. But he just wouldn't disappear from your mind.

Suddenly, men's voices sounded from outside, but you thought nothing of it. You had just turned your back to the door when the men sat down. Humming, you picked up your tablet and went to the table where the men were sitting.

"So, what can I get you? I-" you faltered as you looked up and straight into the many familiar eyes. A mop of red hair caught your eye and that mischievous look that looked up just as startled as yours.

"Shanks?..." you breathed, almost dropping your tray. Had this man grown even taller? He looked so much broader and even more grown up. Was that even possible? But Shanks didn't answer you. His gaze still lingered on your figure and slowly you became uneasy. His gaze was intense, but his facial expressions didn't even come close to revealing what he was thinking.

"I can't believe it! Is that our, (Y/n)?" laughed Yasopp, snapping you out of your stupor.

"Where's our little girl gone?" Ben joined in and laughed. You blushed and Shank's gaze, which was still on you, didn't make it any better.

"No more little girl, Ben. She's a woman now!" Yasopp nudged his captain.

"Isn' it Shanks?" This question also snapped the redhead out of his thoughts and for a moment he had to think about what was being said.

"Well, yes, gentlemen. You can't disappear for years and then look stupid when things change." After these words, she bought the men an extra round of the best alcohol you had. A cheer rang through the room.

You were still standing there rooted to the spot. Was that really true? Was Shanks really sitting there in front of you and his crew? That man had a lot of nerve. You sat at the bar and watched the crew partying. You knew they would stay much longer this time. Maybe even months.

"Hello, sunshine," Shanks popped up next to you and you tried to avoid his gaze. You just didn't know how to deal with it. His eyes bored into your side profile.

"It's been a long time," he whispers, leaning in your direction. You gulped, "It sure has."

Silence reigned for a moment when suddenly, out of nowhere, you said, "I'm sorry," at the same time.

You looked at each other in surprise at first, before a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Two idiots one thought," he quipped and you rolled your eyes.

"Well I only see one idiot here," you countered and you could have sworn Ben slurred 'My girl'. Shank's eyes twinkled. "Since when do you have such a sharp tongue?" Your eyes darkened at these words.

"Since you haven't shown your face for years, Captain," you grumble and avert your eyes. A pang of guilt immediately shot through Shanks.

"Listen, (Y/n). There's been a lot going on the last few years and after that night..., I didn't really think you'd want to see us..., me..., again," he tried to explain and you sighed.

"It wasn't your fault. It just wasn't a good day back then," you breathed, licking your lips. The redhead looked at you from the side. Then his eyes brightened again and he held out his hand to you.

"Let's start over and forget the whole thing. I'm Shanks," you looked at his remaining hand with puckered eyes. But his look melted your heart and you took it with a smile. "(Y/n)."

Shanks and you had become really good friends and you hardly noticed the age difference. You were far too much on the same wavelength. His crew noticed, of course, especially when Shanks was once again vigilantly watching over you as you tended to the guests.

"Lighten up a bit, Shanks," Yasopp said, squinting over at the redhead. His eagle eyes bored into the guy who'd been looking at you for about too long.

"Yasopp's right. She's not a kid anymore, plus you're not a couple," Ben chimed in now and Shanks just puffed.

"Maybe she's not a kid anymore. But look how she gets teased," he grumbled and his crew laughed uproariously and Shanks grimaced.

"Captain, you're not jealous, are you?" Shanks immediately stiffened and his hands clenched into fists. Was he jealous? He knew very well that you were neither together nor married. But you had triggered something in him that had activated his protective mode and since you had made up, he just wanted to look out for you. But he suppressed the way his body reacted to you.

He had noticed you on the first day. Back then. But when he found out your age from Makino, he immediately recoiled. You were far too young, you could have been his daughter. He had noticed the way you stared at him. Your innocent face, with the innocent eyes that radiated a longing. But he ignored it at first. It was wrong and his stomach had twisted with all the wrong feelings.

But when he saw how that disgusting guy had touched you and the pure panic in your eyes, he couldn't help himself. He had to help you. He felt responsible for you, even though he didn't know you. You were a stranger to him, but at the same time you were so familiar. But he would have loved to break this man's neck.

He saw the struggle in your eyes when he asked you if everything was all right and his gaze lingered on the door you had fled from after you had answered him far too curtly. Until one of his comrades spoke to him.

But now, years later, you were a woman. You were of age and your entire appearance had changed. Your body had become more sculpted, just like your face. It was so much more mature, but it still looked young. Cheeky, bright eyes had looked at him and a beautiful smile. The shyness seemed to have faded, although he always found her adorable.

Yes..., maybe he was jealous. Jealous of the way men looked at you, especially the younger ones. Stupid boys who thought they could have you for one night, but you refused to go with them. You rejected every single one of them. Most of the time even with a sharp tone when they annoyed you even more.

Today was one of those days when it was particularly bad. One of the young men was annoying you and Shanks was watching with a scowl. His crew just kept shaking their heads in amusement.

"I told you I'm not interested. So let it go now," you sigh, annoyed.

"Oh come on. I'm a good match!"

"I said no!" Your voice got louder, but this guy wasn't interested. He stood up and followed you.

"Is there someone else?" he asked suddenly and you stopped abruptly. You looked at him angrily.

"None of your business!", ooh if looks could kill.

"Come on, sweetie. Who's better than me? That old bastard over there?" He pointed his finger at Shanks and now you'd had enough.

"Don't call him that!" You shoved him with all your might and he actually staggered back a few steps. The bar went completely silent. All eyes were on you. His pride hurt, the stranger picked himself up and his expression was dark. He was actually about to strike out and hit you. You braced yourself for the pain and heard Makino scream, but he didn't come.

"Damn," the young man gritted and you opened your eyes only to see Shanks had grabbed his wrist. His gaze was cold. You could see the stranger's face go pale.

You could feel the warmth he radiated. This man was a giant. His scent enveloped you and you almost felt dizzy as it invaded your mind.

"If you harm a hair on her head, I promise you'll wish you were dead," his words were pure poison. Then Shanks let go of him.

"Get out of here and never show your face again."

"Shanks, you didn't have to do that," you sighed and glared at him. "Thanks."

Shanks' gaze immediately softened when he saw you. The shock was still deep in your veins, but it would go away.

"You really should take care of yourself," he said with a sigh and you grinned cheekily and nudged his arm.

"I've got you, Captain," Shanks did start to grin at your statement. You cheeky girl, but you were so right. He would always protect you, no matter how well you took care of yourself. He would always be there for you.

"I'd have to be around you all the time for that, though," he purred sweetly and his comrades' jaws dropped open. He's flirting?

"You are all the time since you've been here anyway," you giggled and Shanks put his arm around your shoulder. His eyes sparkled.

"Come on, I'm irresistible," he teased you.

"Captain!!!" his crew yelled and you laughed out.

"You might be ancient, Shanks," you took his arm off your shoulders. He looked indignant.

"For being so old, you were quite defensive of me earlier," he countered and you blushed.

"Of course, because I'm the only one who's allowed to call you an old git," you grinned and Shanks shook his head in amusement.

Flirting was becoming commonplace. Shanks tried to break you. You flirted back, but you remained stubborn and kept him at arm's length.

"Do you believe in love at first sight - or should I come in again?" Shanks sat at the bar and looked at you with a grin. You were polishing glasses. Your eyes rolled and you shook your head.

"Sorry, I don't have my glasses on today," you said back and you could hear giggles from his crew, who were watching the whole thing with amusement.

"Wouldn't you and I look lovely as marzipan figurines on a wedding cake?" Shanks waggled his eyebrows. You cleared a glass and turned to him.

"Isn't getting married a bit late for you, Shanks?"

You heard Yasopp shoot his beer out of his mouth and nose when he heard your answer. His laughter echoed through the room. Shanks' eyebrow twitched as you called him old again. Stop seeing and calling him that. Did you really think he was old, did you really see him that way?

"Shanks?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he saw your questioning look.

"Have you swallowed your tongue, Captain?" you asked sweetly and he narrowed his eyes.

"No, but you're welcome to swallow something."

"Captain!!! THAT'S GOING TOO FAR!!!"

You felt yourself falter. A triumphant grin appeared on Shank's face. You lost yourself for a moment. He looked so fucking good.

"You, I don't like swallowing," you said quietly and casually and Shanks tilted his head. You avoided his gaze.

"It tastes awful," you confessed to him and you didn't notice his expression change. Something inside him tensed up, did you already have something? How else would you know or had you just heard it? A thousand images circled in his mind. Had you already had sex? With who?

He became restless inside and jealousy rose up in him.

"I mean," you clear your throat sheepishly. "That's the only experience I have", you confessed to him and Shank's eyes widened. You were still a virgin? At the same time, he had relaxed so enormously and he exhaled heavily subconsciously.

"You've never had sex before?" he asked in a whisper and you wondered how you could have started this topic. Maybe the innermost thought was to make him jealous. If only he knew you were still waiting for him.

"Yes."

"Why?""It was never the right one," you told him, giving him a weak smile. But that answer wasn't enough for Shanks.

"Who's right for you?" the question burst out of him. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know," you lied and Shanks clenched his jaw. He held out hope that you meant him. That you were saying his name. But why was he getting his hopes up? You probably had no interest in him, you saw him as a best friend. And as an old man. If only he knew how much you wanted to shout his name. Wanted to tell him it was him. All this time, for years. That you were still waiting for him yourself, not having sex with other men because none of them were him. The first time you touched yourself, the first thing that rolled off your lips was his name when you came.

That evening you locked the door and were about to go home. Suddenly Shanks was standing behind you. He looked like he was waiting for you. There was a big grin on his face. You looked at him in amazement.

"Fancy a walk with the old man?" he joked, holding out his hand to you. You looked at it again hesitantly and then took it. His hand was rough and warm. You immediately felt at ease, even though it was just a small, innocent touch. The red-haired man pulled you with him and eventually you entwined your arm in his. You realized how you felt like you did back then. Like a young girl, next to her crush. Only years later.

"Shanks, I'm just kidding about the 'old man', you know that, right?" you started to say as you arrived at the beach. The last rays of sun were just setting on the horizon and it was getting dark.

"Of course."

"Liar!" you said and gently pushed him. On his lips a soft smile, giving you butterflies."Honest question, (y/n). Do you really think I'm old?" his eyes fixed on your face and you frowned. It did seem to bother him somehow.

"No," you whisper, "I don't think you're old."

"I'm almost twice your age," he countered and you shrugged your shoulders.

"So what? It's kind of just a number, isn't it? I mean..., we joke around together and talk like we're the same age, but it's just because we're on the same wavelength. I feel comfortable with you," you tried to explain and Shanks could feel his heart beating faster.

"You're comfortable with me?" you giggled and looked at him."Of course! I mean, you've looked after me so many times now and you almost ripped the guy's head off the other day. How can I not feel comfortable and safe with you?" You laugh and now Shanks has to grin even wider.

You didn't realize how dark clouds were gathering over you. It would certainly rain soon. And suddenly the first raindrops began to fall. You looked up at the sky and a few minutes later the drops multiplied. Shanks held his cloak protectively over your head and you walked close to him.

"I know a narrow cave near here," he said against the wind and you just nodded and followed him. It was already far too late to go back. You had been walking for so long that the cave was closer. But the cave was much smaller than you expected and you only just had enough room. It was far too narrow and you couldn't fit a leaf between you and Shanks. There was lightning outside and you were standing in the rock face, soaked. You tried to calm your pulse as the man's warmth was now even stronger.

"I used to fit in here better when I was younger," Shanks joked and you rolled your eyes.

"Must have been a long time, you prankster," you sighed and could feel goose bumps forming on your wet skin. Shanks had placed his hand next to your head, which made you even more uneasy. There was a silence that was almost too loud. There was hardly any light in the crevice.

Only the light of the flash flickered on and off, otherwise you could make out faint outlines of the man in front of you.He could hear your breathing, heavy and unsteady. Just like your heartbeat. It made his blood glow. Was it him that made you so nervous?"

Are you afraid of thunderstorms?" he asked and you shook your head. "No."

"(Y/n)," he began, moving slightly. You could feel his hips rubbing against yours and you almost gasped. You bit your lips quickly, but he had heard it. So it was true. You reacted like that because of him. His eyes were now slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the darkness Wet hair stuck to your face. You flinched as he suddenly wiped a wet strand from your face. His touch ignited a fire that had been there all along. But the hand didn't disappear, it stayed on your cheek.

Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Your one hand moved to his chest while the other carefully took his hand.

"Shanks," you whispered and you could roughly see his eyes staring at you. His warm breath came closer to you and your body squirmed under his gaze. He gasped softly as you accidentally rubbed too hard against his loins. You swallowed. He released his hand from yours and gently ran it up your collarbone, over your neck. You held your breath sharply.

Heat flooded your body and you pressed against him. You felt how wet you were getting between your legs, just being near him made you so weak for him. Your clitoris throbbed and you could feel your labia swelling.

"How wet are you for me already, (Y/n)?" he suddenly asked in a hotter voice and you swallowed hard. His breath was so close to you and you moaned softly as the tip of his nose ran over your neck. His voice was a raspy whisper.

"Shanks," you gasp softly. "We can't do this..., I-," he interrupted you as his lips almost brushed yours. Your eyes were clouded with pure lust and the rush of finally feeling the other.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment," he confessed and your eyes widened.

"What?" It took strength to keep your voice steady. You pressed yourself against the cold stone wall and searched his eyes. He sighed heavily.

"I always thought you didn't even know I existed, at least at first," you confessed and Shanks sighed heavily.

"I was aware of you, (Y/n). But your age scared me off and I think you know why," he whispers, his nose still buried in your neck. His soft lips brush against your heated skin.

"I tried to see you as a little sister, a friend. But I always had my eye on you and wanted you to be safe. Then when we saw each other again after years, something changed. But I always thought you saw me as an old man now," he confessed and you sighed.

"I never saw you as an old man, Shanks. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen and since the first day I saw you I've never been able to get you out of my mind.... . I'm fascinated by you, by your experience, your looks and also your age," you confessed and you heard Shanks inhale sharply. Suddenly he opened his lips and you could feel his warm tongue, which felt almost cold on your skin. You moaned and ground your hips against him as he licked over your jugular.

"You want to know who's the right one, Shanks? It was always you..., every day I waited for you, pushed every man away from me because none of them were like you," the words just rolled off your lips and now Shanks broke away from your neck. His eyes searched yours.

"I fucking want you! All these years I've wanted you to see me, to touch me, to make me yours!" The next moment his lips crashed hard against yours and you clawed at his neck. Shank's hand moved to the back of your neck and held you in his iron grip.

You moaned when his tongue touched yours. Oh he tasted so heavenly. They whirled around eagerly, but you had to separate. Breathing heavily, your foreheads leaned against each other. His rough cheek caressed yours and his arm was now wrapped tightly around your body. And you liked it. You liked how close you were to him now.His nose brushed yours and his gaze caught yours. His eyes were dark with lust.

"Let me feel how wet you are. Just once. I have to..., no I want to know. I want to feel it." This statement made you groan. You pulled away from him as best you could.

Then you gently took his pants and let them slide into your pants. Immediately his thick fingers sank into your wet and swollen lips. He gasped darkly as he realized how wet you were, and all because of him.

"Oh (Y/n)," he bit his lips as he saw your lust-filled face. Your eyelids were half-lowered, looking up at him. Then suddenly he thrust a finger into you and your mouth fell open. Shortly after, a second one joined in.

"Shanks!" you couldn't hold back the moan any longer. The feeling of his fingers inside you was too intoxicating. You wanted to be filled by him so eagerly.

"I want you so much, (y/n). So, so much. But not now," he gasped, pressing his covered, hard cock against you. You gave him a disappointed look. But you could guess why. He had to get back to sea soon.

"Promise me you'll wait for me. I will come back, I will come back to you and then I will finally make you mine. I will then be yours forever," he kissed your cheek gently and released his fingers from you. You watched, fascinated, as he licked them clean.

"I'll wait for you, even if it takes years," you whispered and the next moment his lips were on yours again.Humming, you put the laundry basket down and hung the white sheet over the line. There was a light breeze, otherwise it was silent. Makino wasn't home and you enjoyed the time alone, partly.

It's been almost two years since you last saw Shanks. In the cave. Since then, he had been on the high seas and you had waited for him. You rejected every man. The longing almost consumed you, but the chain on your neck gave you confidence.

You heard the sound of the sea, but the sheets blocked your view. A ship gently docked at the edge of the jetty. You continued to hum your made-up song as footsteps approached. A shadow loomed behind a layer and suddenly it was pulled aside. Intense eyes gazed at the back of your head. You sensed its presence and your head tilted slightly in its direction. Your eyes met and before you could open your mouth to say anything, he rushed towards you and pressed his lips firmly to yours.

You dropped laundry as you staggered back and fell into the pile of laundry. A laugh escaped your lips as you noticed the

mess. You were allowed to do the laundry again."You took your time, Captain," you whisper against his lips.

"But you kept your promise," and the next moment you press your lips against his. He didn't take his time either and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned and clung to him. As if by magic, you started to take off your clothes. You didn't care if anyone could see you. You just wanted him.

His lips wandered along your neck. You buried your fingers in his red hair and savored the feeling of his closeness. Shanks' lips slid further down and you could feel his warm breath between your legs.

"Shanks," you moaned and he just grinned rakishly at you.

"Relax, sunshine. We've got all the time in the world."Out of nowhere, he suddenly pressed his mouth to your wet pussy. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you greedily pushed your pelvis towards him. As if you were his lifeblood, he licked you without pause. You could feel something tightening inside you, but just as quickly, he let go of you and you sighed in disappointment. Shanks laughed, his chin smeared with your juices and the sight of him only made you hotter.

You spread your legs before he could and it wasn't even seconds when he was between your legs. His lips greedily on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. A moan escaped you. You were an impatient mess of emotions, frustration and desire. Quickly, Shanks penetrated you. You were so wet for him that he slid into you effortlessly.

In sync, you moaned and he began to move his hips. Your legs snaked over his hips to feel him even deeper inside you. Your panting mingled with the sound of your wet pussy nestling tightly around him. Greedy and longing for more. More of him. At last he saw you, at last you could feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours. At last you were his and he was yours.

#Shanks x reader #One piece #One piece x reader #Shanks #One piece shanks x Reader

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hornedstorys · 3 months ago

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SPN Lucifer x Reader - a kiss for every good deed

Warnings: Kissing, it gets a little sweeter at the end, nice Lucifer

Synopsis: When Lucifer refuses to help you on a hunt, you offer him a kiss in return. Was that a good idea?

“We don't need him to manage this hunt,” Dean growled, pointing at the devil who was sitting at the table with a smug grin, listening to you argue.

“But Dean, he's got enough power to help us with this vampire nest,” you try to persuade him, but the Winchester didn't exactly look enthusiastic and more importantly; convinced. You huffed in annoyance and turned to Lucifer, who looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Come on Lucifer, help us,” you begged him. The angel's grin only widened when he realized you were almost begging him. But he shook his head. For him, the whole thing was just a game and he especially liked to make you squirm.

Sam looked back and forth between Dean and you and was about to say something until Dean spoke up again: “You see (Y/n), he's not going to help us. We've dealt with vampires before. This time we'll do it too,” these were Dean's final words and you looked at him uncomprehendingly.

He was right that you had dealt with vampires before, but this time there were more of them and they weren't creatures to be underestimated. You were about to resist when Dean disappeared from the room. Sam put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging face and followed his brother.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, then turned to face the devil. His mischievous eyes looked at you openly and cheekily.

“What can I do to get you to help us, you stubborn devil?” you said, sitting down on a chair next to him. Lucifer tilted his head and made an exaggerated, thoughtful gesture. He tapped his lower lip. You rolled your eyes.

“There won't be anything you can give me, little dove. I like watching Dean fail,” he scoffed and you just looked at him dumbly. Until a thought occurred to you.

“A kiss.”

At those words, Lucifer's brows drew upwards and even his eyes widened. Had he just heard that right?

“A kiss? Sweetheart, a kiss with the devil is like entering into a pact,” he said, grinning broadly, almost diabolically, but your gaze remained steadfast.

“I can handle that.”

Now he just raised an eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if he was looking for you to hesitate. Then you held out your hand to him and his blue eyes followed your movement.

“For every hunt you help us, you get a kiss. Deal?” He looked at your hand for a while longer before taking it in his and nodding.

“We have a pack, sweetheart.”

“But no tongue,” you grumble and Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows, ”I won't promise anything.”

And sure enough, Lucifer appeared in the middle of the action when you were surrounded by vampires. Much to the astonishment of Dean and Sam. They were all the more shocked when Lucifer turned to you with a grin, stretched out his arms and you walked towards him. He was so ready to feel your lips on his, but you pressed your lips against his rough, cold cheek.

Dean's jaw almost dropped to the floor and Sam's eyebrows shot up. While the angel looked at you, almost pouting. He had expected otherwise.

“We didn't say where I should kiss you,” you grinned mischievously at him and grabbed his chin with your upturned hand. You gently squeezed his cheeks and he just looked at you. His light beard was rough under your touch.

“Naughty girl,” he said as you let go of his cheeks and walked back to the car. But his cheek was still tingling where your lips had been just a few minutes ago.

And so it went on and on. He helped you and got a kiss from you on his cheek. And the devil liked it. It made him addicted and curious. Curious about how your lips would feel on his.

The brothers were rather critical of the whole thing, but you skillfully ignored Dean's words of warning.

“Stop playing with me, worm,” you almost turned to him in offense at that nickname as you were in the middle of reading a book. Lucifer leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a gaze you couldn't interpret. You looked at him with innocent eyes, but also because you honestly didn't know what he meant.

He grumbled in annoyance and stepped towards you. You tensed, waiting to see what he would do next.

“Lucifer,” you started and he shook his head.

“No, (y/n). No Lucifer,” he leaned down towards you so that your faces were only inches apart. Your pulse quickened and you wondered if maybe the action from last time had been too much of a fall. Lucifer grinned.

“No, that action wasn't too excessive, dove. But I think you sometimes forget who you're dealing with,” his voice became a hiss and your cheeks burned.

“Just one more hunt, Lucifer. Then let's drop the deal… okay?” you pressed out and you could feel your throat constrict while Lucifer's menacing gaze was still on your face. Oh God, he was so close to you that you could almost feel his cold skin. Nervously, you licked your lips.

The devil seemed to be brooding and for a millisecond that you hadn't noticed, his eyes turned red. He pulled back and nodded.

“Good, one more hunt.”

Then he was gone.

You stood nervously in front of the old warehouse. Your pulse was racing. You wondered if Lucifer would really come. Maybe he was disgusted that you were giving him a kiss. Maybe he was just curious to see what it was like. After all, angels weren't made for love. But Lucifer was no ordinary angel.

“You guys ready?” asked Dean, and Sam and you nodded. Well the hunt was reasonably successful. You'd gotten some hard time, and not just once. Although Lucifer had come to help you again, he couldn't help you in time.

Groaning in pain, you leaned against a tree and held your arm, blood now flowing down it. Your eyelids became heavy and you vaguely noticed how Dean spoke to you. His worried eyes scrutinized you and now something else came into your field of vision.

You briefly had the feeling that glowing, red eyes were coming towards you, but the glow quickly cooled and Lucifer's face appeared. There really was worry in his eyes too.

“You stupid human,” he cursed, eyeing your injury. You smiled weakly at him, but you were too weak to form words. Lucifer offered to help you. He could take away your pain, and he did. Warmth flooded your body as he healed you. But it was all too much for your body and you passed out.

Hours later, you woke up, only to be startled the next moment when the devil stood next to your bed and looked at you.

“Do you have to scare me like that?” you asked him and were about to throw a pillow at him. He looked at you mockingly.

“Easy for you to say. Who almost died today and gave us all a scare?” he asked curtly and you sighed as you rubbed your aching head.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what happened,” you whispered and briefly your eyes fell back on the man next to you. ”Thank you.”

The words came shakily from your lips. You were still dazed. But you hadn't forgotten how that bastard had saved your life.

“But I'm your bastard! And you're welcome!” He spread your arms and you actually had to laugh a little. Lucifer sat down next to you and you could feel his powerful presence again.

“But you know you still owe me one,” he grinned broadly and you nodded.

“A kiss.”

“A kiss,” he nodded.

Weakly, you leaned towards him, having to support yourself on his shoulder, wanting to give him a kiss on the cheek. Lucifer gently supported you, holding you by the hips. But before you could reach his skin, the fallen angel pressed his cold lips to yours.

Your eyes widened, but you quickly relaxed. You leaned into the kiss and a calmness flowed through your body. But Lucifer wanted more and his tongue invaded your mouth. You gasped and held on to his shoulders because you were still so weak. As if in slow motion, you slowly pulled away from each other. And suddenly it was even colder when his lips were no longer touching yours.

Still surprised, you looked at the devil. His eyes rested gently on yours and he carefully stroked your cheek. You shuddered.

“A deal with the devil isn't so bad after all,” you quipped and Lucifer's eyes twinkled.

“Be careful what you say, little dove.”

#spn x reader #Lucifer x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural

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hornedstorys · 3 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔/𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆... 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...

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hornedstorys · 3 months ago

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Jake Sully x Human Reader - It looks Kinda… hot

Not my Picture (Pinterest)

Warnings: slight sexual tension(?), flirting, friends to lovers, age gap ca 4-6 years, somehow Jake has a little zoomi in between hahah, slight make out (but that damn breathing mask…)

Synopsis: Jake comes to visit you and you fool around a bit. He tries to scare you with his fangs, but somehow his wild look makes him look more hot than scary.

Somehow I can't really find stories with Jake x Reader that appeal to me. That's why I just write some myself now hehe.

“Are you ready?” Jake's voice comes through to you and you look up. You were working on a drawing for a book about the plants of Pandora. There was so much to explore and you tried to draw each plant and write a kind of profile. You drew the last line and turned to the tall Na'vi who was standing very crouched in your room. He was far too tall and had barely made it through the door.

Jake and you had been friends for ages, despite the age difference. You got on well and joked and laughed a lot together. He often took you into the jungle of Pandora so that you could sketch the plants and animals there.

You looked at him with a grin. “Of course!” you quickly packed your bags and packed your drawing things. You grabbed your breathing mask and you were definitely ready and motivated. Jake looked at you with amusement as you rushed past him, full of excitement.

“Slow down, (y/n)! We still have all day,” but you had already disappeared out the door. Shaking his head, he followed you. You put on your mask.

“No avatar body?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I can draw better this way. Try holding a small pencil with huge hands and drawing,” you giggle and you've already disappeared outside. You could feel the air hitting your skin and you wished you could walk around without a mask and without an avatar body. You could feel Jake coming up behind you and putting his big hand on your head. His ears twitched forward and his open eyes looked at you gently.

“Show me your sketchbook,” you handed it to him and he flipped through it carefully. The last page you used was not yet complete. It only had the name of the plant on it, but the drawing and dates were missing.

“I know where we can find this flower, but we have to walk a bit,” Jake said, handing you the book again. You put your hands on your hips and took a deep breath. As much as you loved Pandora, walking through the jungle was still hell as a human, most of the time.

“I can do that, no problem,” you could almost feel Jake eyeing you skeptically, but you avoided eye contact and defiantly strode forward.

“Wrong direction,” the Na'vi raised a brow mockingly and you rolled your eyes. Of course it was the wrong direction and somewhat embarrassed, you walked beside him, or at least tried to. His steps were much larger than yours. It doesn't take long before you ran out of breath and had to stop short. Jake heard it and turned to you. He looked at you almost pityingly.

“You should have taken your avatar, would you like to take a break?” His voice sounded concerned and he approached you. Your breathing started to calm down again and you looked at him gently.

“I'm fine, Jake. To be honest, I'm always happy when I don't have to take the Avatar. I'd also like to get to know this world as a human, as myself. This blue body feels so strange sometimes,” you explain to him and Jake looks at you understandingly.

“Besides…, a break doesn't sound so bad,” you sigh. Now a soft smile graced Jake's lips again and you settled down by a waterfall. You stretched out your legs and enjoyed the sun's rays, which somehow managed to penetrate the treetops. How you wish you could have taken off that mask to feel it even better.

Jake watched you curiously. Sometimes he wondered how he was lucky enough to know you. You were his best friend and it always made him happy when he saw you so content. Apart from that, you always fired back as soon as he made stupid jokes with you and sometimes about you. You were so busy drawing in your book that you didn't notice the mischief forming in Jake's eyes.

Suddenly Jake opened his mouth and hissed at you. His double fangs gleamed dangerously at you and when he closed his mouth to look at you, you just looked at him with a fascinated expression. He tilted his head with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Not scary?” He asked and you started to think hard. “Uh no, not a bit. It has the opposite effect. It looks kinda… Hot,“ there was a brief silence before you continued: '”Can I sit on your face?”.

You meant that last one rather jokingly, but Jake's eyes widened and his ears twitched. His mouth was slightly open when you lifted your finger. You pressed the palm of your index finger against his canine tooth and quickly pulled it away. A tiny drop of blood came out of the puncture wound. You lifted your finger and held it in front of his face. “Yep, they're definitely spikey.”

His look was still puzzled. That one question in particular echoed in his head and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him.

“Calm down Jake, that was just a joke. I would never want to do that to you,” now Jake shook his head to regain his senses.

“You're pretty brave to say something like that, young lady,” he looked at you with mock seriousness and you tried to push him away by the shoulder, but he remained seated like a stone. Of course he did.

“You have a sharp tongue often enough Jake. I say something perverted once and it's the end of the world?” You raised your eyebrow with a grin and looked at the blue giant next to you. It wasn't the perversity itself that made him think, but the hope he had that it would become reality. The reality that there would be more between you than just friendship.

“No, it's not the end of the world,” he breathed, keeping his smile on his lips. Then he suddenly stood up and held out his hand to you.

“Let's go on, you still want to find your plant,” you took his hand, puzzled. You felt something change in him and you wondered if you had said something wrong. But somehow you didn't have the courage to ask him about it.

After almost an hour, you finally found this plant and you were finally able to immortalize it. Jake looked over your shoulders, curious as a child. His feline eyes large and attentive. You felt his warm breath on your bare shoulder. The weather was so warm today that you had to wear a tank top or you probably would have died.

His closeness made you nervous, probably because you had enjoyed his closeness too much. His dark strands that had strayed from his light braid gently caressed your bare skin and you shivered.

Suddenly Jake opened his mouth slightly again and pressed his canines gently against your skin. You shuddered as goose bumps spread across your arms. It was meant to be playful and you had to giggle as he looked at you like a hyper cat.

“Jake! you crazy guy!” you laughed and gently he released his teeth from your sensitive skin and grinned at you. His face moved closer to yours again as he glanced at your sketchbook once more.

You felt comfortable and safe around him and carefully removed your mask. Now you leaned your cheek against his. His skin was warm and smooth. You could feel and hear Jake breathing in and out deeply. He really enjoyed this gesture and a slight smile crept onto his lips. You loosened your grip slightly and put the mask back on. Damn thing!

“Beautiful,” Jake breathed and you were about to say thank you, but when you turned your head, you stared straight into his eyes. How long had he been looking at you? Somehow you had the feeling that he wasn't talking about the drawing.

His ears twitched and you were caught in each other's gaze, but the next moment, he lifted your mask again and did something that surprised you both. His soft lips gently brushed your cheek. It was a sweet caress and you felt your cheeks heat up. When your mask was back in place, you looked up at him.

“Jake…” you breathed and your eyes searched his. The next moment you tore the mask from your face. The next moment your lips were on his. Startled, Jake opened his eyes. You pressed your lips against his as hard as you could to feel every inch of his skin, but you realized you were running out of air and Jake quickly pushed the mask back into your face.

You greedily inhaled the oxygen, but you didn't want to stop yet. Again you took that annoying thing off your face and took Jake's face in your hands and pressed your lips to his again. Jake immediately grabbed you and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Gently, his tongue slipped between your lips and you would have moaned if you weren't slowly running out of breath again.

Still in the same position, Jake grabbed the mask and you put it back on. Almost overdoing it, you inhaled the oxygen and filled your lungs with it. Jake's forehead leaned slightly against yours and you both closed your eyes. That had definitely been an unplanned turn of events, but neither of you had complained about it.

His grip was tight around your small body, as if he was afraid you might disappear.

“I guess the chances of you sitting on my face aren't so small now, are they?” A broad grin spread across his lips and flashed his flawless teeth, especially his canines.

You just shook your head in amusement and grinned at him. “How about you take me out to dinner first?”

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