#one pice x fem reader

[bookloover35]

A Song for Sanji x fem reader.

The Baratie was alive with its usual cacophony of clinking glasses, bursts of laughter, and the sizzling sounds of the kitchen. It was a place of chaos and comfort, a haven for weary travelers and hungry pirates. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, the Baratie hummed with anticipation, the kind that only came when you took the stage.

You were the singer. Not just any singer, but the voice of the Baratie, the one who could hush even the rowdiest of patrons with a single note. Your voice was as much a part of the restaurant's charm as the food, and for someone like Sanji, it was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard.

He wasn't one to get distracted while working, but the moment you stepped onto the makeshift stage, guitar in hand and confidence in your stride, everything else faded into the background.

The First Song

You began with a slow, sultry tune that wrapped around the room like smoke, your voice smooth and magnetic. The crowd quieted, entranced, and Sanji, standing behind the bar with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, leaned forward, completely captivated.

"Focus, Sanji!" Zeff barked, tossing a ladle in his direction.

Sanji dodged it easily, his eyes never leaving you. "I am focused," he muttered under his breath, though his mind was far from the plates and pans in the kitchen.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted in applause. You gave a modest bow, your eyes scanning the room until they found his. Sanji's heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him—a small, private smile meant just for him.

After the Show

Later that night, when the crowd had thinned and the Baratie was settling into its quieter hours, you found Sanji in the corner of the kitchen, carefully plating a dish.

"You always watch me like that," you teased, leaning against the doorway.

Sanji looked up, startled but delighted. "Can you blame me? Your voice could stop wars, love."

You laughed, walking over to him. "And what about you? Every meal you make tastes like peace itself. I'd say we're even."

He smirked, wiping his hands on his apron before pulling you gently by the hand. "Even? Hardly. I cook, but you... you bring the soul to this place."

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed at his words. "You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

"Never too much for you," he replied smoothly, his voice dropping into that soft, honeyed tone that always made your heart flutter.

Late-Night Serenade

The two of you ended up on the deck, the night sky stretching endlessly above you. Sanji had brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, insisting that you deserved something special after your performance.

"I'm serious," he said, watching as you plucked at the strings of your guitar, playing a quiet tune. "You're incredible. I don't think you even realize how much you mean to everyone here."

You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. "And you don't realize how much you mean to me, Sanji."

His breath hitched, and for a moment, the ever-confident chef was at a loss for words.

"Would you like a song?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"For me?" His voice was softer now, almost vulnerable.

You nodded, adjusting your grip on the guitar. "For you."

The melody you played was tender, the lyrics intimate—a love song written in secret during stolen moments. As you sang, Sanji's expression shifted from surprise to wonder, and by the time the song ended, his gaze was filled with something deeper than admiration.

"Did you... write that for me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, suddenly shy. "I guess you could say you're my muse."

Sanji reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips. "And you, my love, are my everything."

The night stretched on, the two of you lost in each other's company, your voices and laughter mingling with the quiet sounds of the sea. In a world as chaotic as theirs, these moments of peace were rare, but they were all the more precious for it.

[cottoncandy-cult]

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[aerynwrites]

Simple

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

A/N: the absolute feral nature I have been spitting out fics has been wild. I think i've hit 3 fandoms in the past three weeks and i just...idk wtf is going on lol. I will definitely be revisiting this character though bc..I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR!!! Hope you all enjoy <3

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: graphic depictions of injuries, blood and gore, canon typical violence, nightmares, mentions of death and dying, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

It was supposed to be simple. It was simple. A simple exfil mission, in and out - one and done. It’s the only reason they’d asked you to come along. 

You’re a base medic. Well, technically you’re a field medic too, but you mainly stay on the base. Tend to soldiers there - it’s what you’re good at. 

You aren’t supposed to be here, in the middle of the desert in a humvee now flipping through the air as if time has slowed down. 

It was supposed to be simple. 

The explosion hit without warning, sudden and all at once just as Soap was telling some stupid joke. Just as Ghost was smacking the back of his helmet. Just as you were all laughing after a successful mission with no injuries for you to even worry about. 

It felt like you flew hundreds of feet up in the air. The explosion knocking the wind from your lungs as the humvee is sent careening skywards. Loose items - rifles, packs, abandoned helmets…they all become projectiles inside the crammed space. 

It feels like you’re watching it all in slow motion, your friends bodies being thrown against their seatbelts like rag dolls. The world outside tumbling around you all. The way an arm slings across to cover you, as if that will stop the inevitable. 

Then it’s all over in an instant.

Metal screeches against metal, screams of agony cut short, glass shattering, fire roaring, the smell of burnt oil, and then-

Silence.

Silence, except the ringing ion your ears. Silence, except for the vacant thud of rubber against metal as you slam your boot into the vehicles door.

Silence when you call out their names. 

Complete and utter silence as you step out into the inky black night of the desert, the only light being that of the moon and the fire around you. 

“Lieutenant Riley!” You call out, your comms busted, “Report!”

Your voice is muffled to your ears, and for a moment you hope that he is calling back to you and you just can’t hear it. But as you squint through your swimming vision, the eery stillness of the overturned humvee makes panic settle in your chest. 

“Captain Price, status!”

More silence. 

FUCK!

You’re lurching back to the humvee before you can think about it, reaching in and grabbing the first tactical vest you can latch onto. 

It’s Soap. 

It’s your friend that never ceases to make you laugh. It’s John ‘Soap’ McTavish and he has a fucking pice of metal sticking out of his abdomen and he’s not - oh thank fuck, he’s breathing. 

You pull him several yards away from the crash, ever aware of the smell of gasoline filling the air and - 

You have to get the others.

You pull them all out of the smoking wreckage. 

One, two, three, four-

Price, Gaz, one of the drivers (DOA) and-

Ghost.

Ghost is the last one you pull out and you’re all the way to the others when he blissfully regains some semblance of consciousness, but you aren’t even able to dwell on that. Wide eyes flickering to everyone else who’s either unconcious or dead or about to be-

“Sergent!”

The booming voice startles you from where you dazedly stand over the bodies of the team, and you can’t even find it in you to respond. 

Before you were working on autopilot - get them out, get them away from the wreck, assess, form a plan…

But now it’s all gone out the goddamn window. 

You’re not a fucking field medic. You can’t do this. Your heart pounds in your ears, blood rushing through your veins, chest heaving with breaths you can’t even take. 

The shrapnel in Soap leaves a red stain getting bigger by the second. Price’s arm is bent at an unnatural angle, blood trickling down the side of his head. Gaz’s leg looks like minced meat, bright white bone protruding from-

The world spins on its axis as two strong hands grip the straps of your vest, turning you around to face a very bloodied and angry Lieutenant.

“Sergent I expect a fucking answer when I talk to you!”

You shake your head, Ghost’s voice a million miles away. And only now do you seem to register the warmth trickling down your face, dripping into your eyes, you reach a hand up, fingers coming away red and sticky with blood. Your blood -

“I-I can’t do this,” you manage to whisper, voice pitching higher as the panic sets in further. “I can’t fucking do this-”

A harsh jerk from the man before you startles you slightly back into focus, head swimming again as a gloved hand comes to grip your chin in a firm grip. 

Dark eyes capture your own through the all too familiar mask, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your face from where he stands so close. 

“Pull it together,” he bites, gaze cold yet somehow not completely unkind. “You’re here. Which means you were picked for a reason. So quit your bloody whimpering and help them!”

He shoves you away from them with those final words, pushing your medical pack into your arms as he does so.

“Save them,” he says, pointing behind you to his team, your friends. “That’s an order, sergeant.”

So you do the only thing you can think to do in this moment. 

You follow orders. 

———

Six hours. 

Six hours is how long it took for a med evac to show up. Six hours of patching up your unit. Six hours of watching, praying they didn’t succumb to their wounds. Six hours of you and Ghost waiting for the enemies to show up and finish you off. 

Six hours of life and death. 

You should be thankful it was the former. 

Yet, you’re finding it hard to give thanks. 

It’s hard to be grateful when sleep evades you, nightmares pouring in like a raging river - blood filling your vision both waking and sleeping. 

Even weeks after, you can’t look any of the 141 in the eye. They’ve all thanked you, seeking you out after they woke up. Price’s smile huge, clapping you on the back but always careful to avoid his arm that’s in the sling. Soap tried to hug you when you were summoned to his hospital room, but the wince of pain from his bandaged up abdomen wouldn’t let him. Gaz even sought you out on his own, hobbling on his crutches ‘thank you’s’ falling from his lips like rain.

Thank you for what? You had to stop yourself from asking. 

You were a coward. A bloody fucking coward that was ready to let them lay there and bleed out. They’d all be dead if it wasn’t for Ghost snapping you out of a panic like a parent yelling at their child.

Ghost…

You have yet to see him since the incident with of you being hauled away to medical as soon as you landed. And at this point you can’t tell if he’s avoiding you or you’re avoiding him.

Maybe both. 

————

The nightmares are constant since you’v returned, but they’ve never been like this one. 

Tonight’s is the worst. 

In all the other’s it was just a replay if what happened except maybe you were hurt too or frozen and unable to move, but…tonight’s is different. 

The scene in front of of you is familiar but worse. So much worse. Price, Gaz, and Soap all lay before you in the sand, blood pooling around them, except this time they’re not breathing. That steady rise and fall of their chests is missing and their glassy too-fa- gone gazes stare blankly up at you. 

Blood rushes in your ears, heart thudding out of control in your chest and when you try to reach out to save them - to help them - your body simple won’t move. And when you blink there’s another body there this time, black and white skull balaclava staring up at you now too, that disappointed look etched permanently on his brow. 

No, no, no…

You try to reach out again, but that same invisible force clings to you, and this term you feel it creeping upwards, starting at your feet and crawling up your legs. 

You blink again and they’re all standing in front of you, blood covering them eyes still glassy as they circle around you.

“How can you just stand there?” Soap asks, voice broken and angry from behind you.

“We need help, sergeant!” Price’s voice is next from where he stands in front of you.

“Help us-”Gaz…

“Snap out of it!”

Ghosts voice is loudest of all, and finally you’re able to move, only to see the teams face swirling around you, insults and cries for help filling your ears, drowning out everything else. It all blurs into one, voice melding together in a morbid cacophony of cries. Your hands snap up to your ears, desperate to escape from the onslaught only for two stronger hands to drip your wrists keeping you from relief.

“Oh no,” Ghosts voice oozes malice. “You’re not escaping that easy.”

You close your eyes, not daring to look at the bodies around you, at the manifestation of your failure. 

“Wake up!”

The words seem deafening before it’s like a bucket if ice cold water being dumped onto you. Your throat aches as you launch yourself upwards in bed, body drenched in your own sweat as hands collide with a solid mass in front of you. 

Hands grab you again, and you can’t stop the way you flinch reeling backwards in an attempt to get free. 

“Let go!” You cry, salt on your lips as you realize you’re crying. 

“Stop, stop - it’s me, I-it’s Simon, now-” a harsh jerk of your arms shakes you out of your panic, just alike all those nights ago. “Stop!”

Simon?

Your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and though it takes you a moment to realize where you are, you relax ever so slightly when you recognize the familiarity of your quarters. The bed beneath you, sheets tangled haphazardly around your legs. The bedside table, the book you were reading, the window across the room with faint moonlight streaming in, the clock reading 2am, Simon sitting next you hands still wrapped tightly around your wrists-

Wait…Simon?

Your mind repeats his name over and over, and as of sensing your’ve come back down his grip on you loosens as he speaks. 

“Back with me?”

You shake your head, still reeling from your nightmare, heart still pounding chest heaving as you take in deep shuddering breaths. 

“What…what are you doing here?” You ask, voice small as you speak through the tears. 

Simon shrugs, looking away from you now as he lets your arms go entirely. 

“Heard screaming,” he says simply. “Worse than usual. Went on longer.”

He doesn’t offer much else, and it’s in this moment of thick silence that you are finally able to see past the tears to really look at him. It’s hard in the darkness, but your eyes have adjusted enough to see the white bandages still wrapped around his right arm, a result of the nasty gash he’d sustained in the crash. You can even still see the remnants of the head injury too, the skin above his right eye much darker than the rest of his face. Mottled with bruises and stitches…

In fact, it’s only now you realize he’d come to you with his mask off - which, what’s underneath doesn’t wholly surprise you considering you’ve seen it before, being a medic and all but it switches something inside of you. 

Him laying himself bare to you, coming to you in the middle of the night to check on you after everything you’ve done. Everything you failed to do…

The damn breaks and the tears flow freely once more as your shoulders shake with harsh sobs. 

“I can’t do this,” you cry out, curling in on yourself as Simon reaches for you once more, confusion etched into his features. 

“Can’t do what? What are you-”

“This!” You sob, gesturing around you wildly. “I’m not meant to be here. Not after…not after what happened-”

A sharp intake of breath cuts you off as your lungs struggle for air against your cries but Simon doesn’t stop you. Warm hands just fall to rest lightly on the tops of your thighs, as you cry, anchoring you here. 

“I failed them. I failed you-”

“Hey.” His voice is firm, his patience wearing thin as he watches you fall apart in front of you. “I won’t hear any of that.”

You shake your head, aware now that his hands have moved up to cradle your face is his calloused palms, thumbs wiping futilely at your tears. 

“But it’s true,” you whisper, voice thick with emotion. “I’m a coward.”

Thick fingers press into your jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to bring some alertness back into your emotion fogged brain. 

“Would a coward have pulled four men twice their size from a burning wreckage?” He asks, breath warm against your cheek from how close he sits. 

“Would a coward have kept four men alive in the field with barely enough medical supplies?”

You open you mouth to argue, tell him that it only happened once he ordered you to do it, but he persists, not letting you speak. 

“Would a coward have sat there for six fucking hours keeping her men alive under the threat of enemy fire?”

He pauses then, eyes searching your own and giving you a firm shake when you don’t respond. 

“Would a bloody fucking coward have done that?”

His voice is uncharacteristically soft for the words he speaks, and before you can think, you find yourself saying the first thing that comes to mind. 

“No…” the word is barely audible, whimpered out softly. 

But Simon hears you. Because, of course he does. 

On hand slides form you cheek back to tangle in your hair as he pulls you towards him, cradling your face in the crook of his neck.

“No. They wouldn’t have,” he affirms, moving to wrap his other arm tightly around your middle as your cries finally start to subside. 

“Now,” he says after a while, arms never leaving you, “can that coward nonsense and try to get some sleep.”

You watch in slight confusion as he pulls away only to adjust himself to lay next to in the bed, tugging the covers to readjust them from where you’d tossed them away in your sleep induced panic. You want to ask what he’s doing - tell him that he doesn’t have to stay but he seems to read your mind - or rather your hesitance as you watch him.

He pauses just as he’s lifting the covers, eyes finding yours in the dark. 

“You want me to leave?” 

You shake your head almost immediately, the last thing you want is to be alone. 

“No, I just…” you trail off, moving to slip beneath the sheets.

There’s a small moment where both of you pause, neither of you quite sure what to do or how far to go. You’re the first to break the momentary tension, scooting so you’re pressed against his front, hands against his chest as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. You feel as he lets out a deep sigh, one arm slipping beneath the pillow you rest on while the other moves to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him.

“Thank you, Simon,” you whisper.

His arm tightens around you, and you swear you feel his lips brush against the top of your head. 

“Anytime, love.”

And for the first time in weeks, you both slip into a dreamless slumber.

[leonstupidkenndysgf]

Hiii CAN you write mafia!childe × fem! reader?? smut <3???

anything for you, princess

mafia!childe x fem reader

baby names, wriothesley try’s to kidnap you, p in v, rough sex, love at first sight, and marriage proposal.

your farther is the leader of one of most infamous gangs in the mafia, you were seen as a princess when you were little but once time as come you were seen as a trophy more then anything. But your dad wouldn’t let you date any man without him getting to know him personally before you.

in comes wriothesley, your farther sets you guys up to meet and that led to 5 months of only sex and money talk, not a single “i love you” “how was your day” or even “what you doing” until one night at your farther celebration that he was holding at your mansion you turn the corner to see wriothesley talking with some men you quickly turn back around until you hear you name “yea man y/n is a beauty but-“ you turn you back to the edge of the corner where he can’t see you but you can hear him “i’m only in on it for the money, once her pops dies, all the money gonna be mine” he said in a joking tone. But you knew he meant it.

after 5 months wasted you broke up with on the spot, your farther still seeing him as a important role in the mafia meant that he was gonna still try to get back with you any chance he saw you. but your farther not trusting after him sawing those words would never let you date again until one morning your father called you down to living room. “here y/n, check if this list is good for the party we’ll be having here tomorrow..” your dad hands you a pice of paper with name you know until a name you haven’t seen before “the fatui”

“dad? who are the fatui??” you say looking up from the pice of paper he handed you “oh it’s a new gang that has surpass my expectations from them because their so new…” he says looking down at papers and other junk “and plus there’s a man i want you to meet, your mother and i have been think about arrange marriage sense what happened with wriothesley…” he says while looking up at you “his name is pulcinella.” pulcinella? arrange marriage? fatui? “dad please don’t do the arrange marriage thing i would cry myself to sleep every night because of that…what if he isn’t hot??” you say throwing your arms to your sides in a dramatic way.

the night of the party your wearing a black maxi dress like all the women at the party, your looking around and greeting everyone but most looking for this pulcinella guy, until you feel you arm get jerked into a hallway away from the party. You don’t even get time to look at the person who did that until you look up, wriothesley. “y/n-“ “don’t even” you cut him off, his hand still around you wrist, “y/n please take me back, i didn’t mean what i said back then, i was just trying to be cool.” he said with the look of pleading eyes. “no. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it every time you ask me. now let me go now!” you yell at him but not loud enough for the people outside the party to hear you “i didn’t wanna do this..but.”

wriothesley grabs you waist pulls your back to his chest and covers your mouth with his hand. you scream but his large hands around your mouth made it sound like muffled cries.

*CRASH* wriothesley hand drops from you mouth and he lets go of your waist. he drops to the floor, you turn around to see a tall man with red hair towering over you with a broken half of a wine bottle in his left hand. “what a weirdo..you okay sweetheart?” the man says in a gentle tone. “oh i’m fine…just shaken up” you think to yourself how the hell did this guy knock out wriothesley with a empty wine bottle “okay dear, do you need any help?” he says while leaning over the check if you have any bumps or scratches. “no i’m fine sir, thank you so much”

you didn’t even know this guys name but damn was he fine “no problem, you better get back to the event, people might think it’s weird that the daughter of the infamous boss is missing..” how does he already know who i am without me saying? you think to yourself. “oh yea i guess your right” you say turning away and walking back into the party, but you quickly turn back to the man to say your thanks but turn again and grab your dress up by your knees and jog back to the party leaving the man to giggle at the way you just left him and the sleeping body of your ex.

“oh y/n where have you been” your mother walks up to you “here, follow me, your farther and i want you to meet pulcinella.” your mother grabs you my the shoulders and guides you through they crowds to only be met with your father’s back facing you and his head pointing down “oh y/n here meet pulcinella” your father turns his head and steps to the side “your future husband” you tilt your head down. pulcinella is short stubby elf man that was tall up to your hip. you swallow your shame knowing this will be the man you will share a bed with every night.

you and pulcinella “talked” for hours which was him talking about his work ethic for 30 minutes until he brought up his gang and how he would like you to meet them, you follow him to a group of people all holding wine glasses and fancy attire “fatui, this is my future wife” pulcinella says to his gang. they all looked confused as you, “ain’t no way your marrying her?” a tall women with white and black hair said “she’s too pretty and your just…you” a short women with wings coming out of her head

until you looked full you saw him. the guy who help with your crazy ex, you both made eye contact and he gave you a quick smirk leaving you weak in the knees. “uh i have to check up on my farther really quick, it was a pleasure to meet you all!!” you say before turning way, you can here pulcinella say “see you soon sweetie” as your walking away, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“what is his name and how tf do i get him instead of that gross elf” you think to yourself while walking down *BUMP* “hey watch- oh it’s you” it’s him AGAIN. “uh oh im sorry sir! wait. what’s your name?” you say really fast leaving to laugh a little before saying his name “call me childe” childe! childe..childe…you want his child..you think to yourself trying not to laugh at your own dirty joke “oh mine is y/n!” you say looking up at him “everyone knows that silly” he says while laughing a bit. “hey lets talk privately” he says to you “oh yea lets go up stairs to my room” “your room?” he asks confused, oh shit that sounded dirty. “not like that.” you say with a blank stare

while walking to your room you realize how fine this man really is to his hair his face his scars down to the way he walks with his hands in his pockets, “oh here my room!” you open the door and without a second thought he sits on your bed and start looking at your stuffed animals “this one is cute” he says holding a stuffed bear with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. “just like you” he mumbles under his breath, you acted like you didn’t hear him but you really did and it made you wanna melt. 

“oh yea i got a question” he says still holding the teddy bear “what was up with that guy that want you a little too much” he’s talking about wriothesley. “oh that’s my ex who only dated me for the money and is trying to get me still” he lays back on your bed while you sit on the edge “i mean i ain’t in it for the money, your just down right stunning y/n” he says while looking up at the ceiling with a soft smile, you feel you cheeks and ears get all red, trying to hide you face from him.

“aww someone is blushinggg” he says getting up and putting his chest on you back “your too cute”he whispers and gives a soft kiss to the side of your neck. you give a small yelp out of unexpectce, “are you really gonna marry pulcinella he asks now putting some of his body on too you “fuck no.” your response was so fast that he started laughing “yea i wouldn’t either if i were you…marry me..” you pause “what” “marry me” he’s know fully kissing up and down the left side your neck “i would treat you so well,won’t be in it for the money, i would care for you and your needs” he says while slipping off the strap of your dress.

he’s perfect for you and you know it, you hear the party still going on down stairs with the man that your supposed to marry and wriothesley somewhere but all you can think is about your pussy being pounded by this guy that you meet literally an hour ago. “childe?” “yes princess?” “i want to be your wife” “then let me treat you like how husband treats his wife”

he lays you on your back and climbing on top of you interlocking your lips with his his hand feeling your body while you hands unbutton his dress shirt soon he’s leaving soft but passionate kiss down you neck, to you chest and moves down and left your black dress up to reveal your pink thong soaked with you wetness “all because of me?” he says with a smirk “s-shut up” you blurted out.

he slides you panties to the side and slowly starts licking and sucking on your clit to your entrance you cover you mouth from the moan that try to come out but you feel hands pinning them to your sides “don’t you ever muffle your sounds.” childe says with passion in his eyes “y-yes childe” “good princess”

he’s been licking and suck and feeling all down there while all you can do is moan and grab his hair when he gets to a sensitive spot “i’m really close. please don’t stop” you has panting and out of breathe “i don’t ever wanna stop” he says while gasping for air then immediately goes down back to what he’s was doing.

“come on baby, cum on my tongue.” as he says it your whole body is fulled with pleasure as you reach your release, childe licks a couple more times before getting up and itching to kiss you, your lips lock again, you never want to let go, until you can’t breathe and you turn purple. once you stop for air he asks you something “can i make love to you princess?” you stare up at him “you want to fuck me?” “i don’t fuck, i make love.”

after you say yes you strip off his shirt that was left unbuttoned while you make out with the tall ginger, he slips off your black dress and throwing it on the floor next to your bed, he sits up, almost straddling you “god your body is perfect” he says looking at you with love in his eyes more the lust. “childe..” you say sitting up and faintly touching his scars on his chest and stomach “oh…yea…from old missions, i think they look pretty cool” “you look really hot with them” you say looking up at him.

“do they make you horny princess?” he says leaning down to kiss your collarbone “maybeee” you feel his boner grinding up against your thigh as he kisses up and down you neck some more “god childe just put it in me already” you say with a giggle “okay, okay needy” he starts slowly unbuckling his pants, then unbuttoning his pants, then whipping out his cock, all you have to say that is bigger then wriothesley’s…

“can i put it in darling?” he says grabbing his erection and gliding it up and down your entrance, “just put it in please” you say in a breathy whisper. “anything for you princess” he fist grabs both of your legs and puts them on his shoulders, then slowly puts his cock inside of you

both of you moan at the pleasure, “god your tight princess ahh” he says whipping his head back “just a bit more then i’m fully in you..” he leans putting his arms straight out, his big hands right next your ur head “i’m fully in..” he sighs with pleasure, you could feel him in hitting your curve already it felt like, “aw oh cute, your tummy has a little bulge…heehee” he says looking down at your stomach.

he wasn’t wrong, you did have a tummy bulge from his large cock being inside of you “oh wow” you say in between moans and breathes “can i move now princess?” he says looking into your eyes, “please…childe..” you moan.

he slowly starts pumping in and out of you, your moans slowly get louder, you put your hands on his shoulders, not knowing what to do with them, your grip and scratch his back from the pleasure. “you…ahhh..so big…f-faster please” you say moaning and trying not to scream “faster? ahh okay baby” he leans up and grabs your hips and putting them at a higher place where he can move quicker, and he did move quicker.

you felt full, his movements felt so rough but soft. him moving and trusting into your hips back and forth had you overwhelmed that all you could do was scream, “childe!! ahhh!! yess oh my gosh!!” you scream and yelp “y/n…will you..ahh!! marry me?” he says as he thrust in and out and in and out “yes childe!! oh my gosh!!” “then will you take my children y/n?” he moans, you felt you coming to your climax, and he felt it too

“then..ahh!! please..l-let me cum inside y/n..” he moans and grunts “yes! please!! childe i want to me your wife ahhh!! i’m really close!!” you arch your back and let out a moan and scream “lets cum together y/n..” he huffs, still roughly trusting into you, “1…ah- 2…3” you both finish and moan and scream

you both claim down and breathe, he puts an arm under your back and he gently lays down with you on his chest “y/n…i wasn’t joking when i said i wanted to be your husband” he says playing with your hair “i wasn’t joking when i said i wanted to be your wife or have your kids..” you say still kinda out of breath “lets get married soon, princess.”

you both get dressed, fix each others hair, and go back to the party, no one was you of you two other then your farther and pulcinella, well you told your mother first about childe’s marriage proposal and and later he met your mother at the party, she pulls you to the side and whispers “i like this one better then pulcinella..” she giggles in your ear, poor childe didn’t know what think you guys were laughing about.

but when you told your farther, you never say him so angry but after meeting and talking to childe privately he let go a little, still thinking that you should marry pulcinella, but your mother yelled and screamed at him that you need a younger man, so your farther had to break the new to pulcinella which he left without saying a word to you or childe…

-TIME SKIP-

you and childe have been married for a year and have 2 beautiful girls, that childe loves and adores a little more then you, but as your at the dinner table with your family, watching your husband spoon feed your daughters, your so happy that he saved you that night at the party from wriothesley and pulcinella…

authors note: this one is long as shit but i like it SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS OR MISSPELLINGS!!



[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Voting for whose story will be the first one to be completed in the series Meet-Cute!

Links for the sources of the images here

I'm writting a modern day AU set in One Piece Universe with a fem!reader x one pice character. Here's the summary:

Summary: You had your life in Grand Line City all figured out. A wonderful job, a fiancé and a shared apartment. Until you found out he was cheating. Your father, Shanks, had a horse riding accident and you decided that this was just the right time to return home. You were expecting a peaceful, uneventful life back in the Calm Belt, but, fate had other plans.

I've set up the first five chapters which introduce your character's backstory and the first meet-cute's with our protagonists - Ace, Kid, Zoro, Law and Sanji. Now, I plan on writting a variation of the story for each boy! This poll is to figure out which story should I dive in first, since I can't write them all at the same time or I'll fry the remaining neurons of my brain. This is were you come in! Can you, kindly, help me and vote on which story would you like to see first?

|Chapter 1 - Ace| |Chapter 2 - Kid| |Chapter 3 - Zoro| |Chapter 4 - Law| |Chapter 5 - Sanji|

Thank you so much for your help!!

[webraciszekbastion]

Damon, Toshiko and Eva with a platonic s/o thats the most cuddly, most adorable big sister-like friend.

No problem, buddy. I'm sorry to make you wait so long. I hope it was worth it. And I hope reader is the best big sister for these three. Sorry I've been away for so long…. I'm sorry that I almost gave up. hope my work will compensate you.

Pice of Pie with Cup of Coffee! Ready to receive!

Big sister s/o who is best friend

Paring: Character x Fem!BigSister!Reder

Damon Maitsu

You are the Ultimate Therapist. There is a year difference between you

In appearance, you are a mirror image of Damon in the female mirror. However, in character, you are his opposite. You are always calm, patient, helpful and get along well with people.

You saw that after, Damon is close to exploding while talking to Wolfgang. You stepped in, behind im Damon burst out and said something he didn't mean.

Before you dispersed to your rooms, you entered the storeroom, taking from it a set of walkie-talkies.

You are officially the sister of the whole class.

Damon is no one along the lines of MasterChef or a professional chef. His breakfasts, however, are the stuff of legends. You are the only one who has, the privilege of having Damon get up in the morning and fry you a stack of pancakes or bake you cinnamon rolls.(Once Kai saw you two in the kitchen. He brought several people with him. Damon wanted to strangle him, but you calmed him down. With a little motivation, Damon made for everyone that day, bread pudding for breakfast. It became a hit in class)

Damon, has no problem with things getting messed up for him. He usually goes shopping and buys new clothes. However, the sweater he wears he got from you. Whenever he damages it, he comes to you and asks you to fix it.(Damon is always embarrassed if he damages his sweater. You, however, always never see the problem. You are always ready, him to make a new sweater)

No one knows that, not even you. Damon always, when he gets stressed during debates, puts his hand in his pocket. There he always has the snake key ring he got from you. Although he's not superstitious, it's his good luck talisman.

Do you think Damon is not the party type ? You are right. The exception is dress-up parties. These types of parties are conquered by you two. The Maitsu siblings always have the best outfit. For the first Halloween at the academy, you performed like Tanjirou and Nezuko.(Your most legendary disguise, was how you came to be, as Morticia and Gomez. You as Gomez, Damon, as Morticia. It turned out, that evening, that Damon walks better in stilettos than you do)

Damon suffers from sleeplessness, so most often, once you spend the night at his place or in your room. To help him fall asleep, you sing him a lullaby that your grandmother used to sing to you.

Eva Tsunaka

You are Ultimate Kendoka. There is a year difference between you.

You are the only person who knows her secret.

Grace hates you, and Kai, Mark and Jett, are even afraid of you.(Maybe Eva is indifferent to all the insults directed toward her. You, however, are no longer indifferent)

You are fans of Demon Slayers. You spent most of your time at home, so you two were looking for all sorts of things to kill time. You got so caught up in this anime that you even taught Eve the basics of kendo.(Once you went to a convention, as Mitsuri and Obanai)

When Eva was sad, you always combed her hair. It calms her down, and combing her hair is a pleasant feeling. Especially since Eva hates doing it, so she prefers it all the more when someone does it for her.

You know everything about everything in the classroom. No matter what happens, you guys know it. You exchange new information in the news on a regular basis.

When you met Damon and Diane, you immediately loved them. Being Eva's new friends, they automatically became your friends.(Damon almost fainted when he went to see you along with Eva. Still everyone remembers what you did with Grace and Kai. Of course, Kai exaggerated it, but others don't need to know about it 😘)

You and Eva have your own language that you use to communicate when you are in public.(It is a combination of Latin, Japanese with the addition, a few syllables of Slavic. It is so complex and little understood that no one even tries to decipher it. It makes you wonder whether to teach it to Damon)

Since childhood you have shared a room. You may have separate ones, however, as besties, you prefer to live in one. Of course, movie nights, home beauty parlors, late-night gossip, pillow battles, late-night game marathons and many other entertainments have been your routine for years.

You got her into Pokemon games. Since the second generation, the obligatory Pokemon in Eva's lineup, is Scizor, which she calls by your name.

Toshiko Kayura

You are the former Ultimate Chocolatier. You are six years older than Toshiko.

Despite the big age difference, it doesn't stop you from being best friends.

You taught Toshiko about traditional Japanese culture, customs and much more.(The kimono that Toshiko now wears previously belonged to you. You taught her how to tie a kimono)

Your sweets can replace oxygen for Toshiko. But she takes your concern and instructions to heart, so she eats healthy so she can eat as many sweets as she can.(Your parents are in shock. Toshiko has always hated vegetables, and all it takes is one word from you and he will eat them without whining. They can ask and threaten, without result)

Toshiko is free advertising for you. As a gift, it offers everyone chocolates made by you. Even people who don't like chocolate love your products.(Toshiko can advertise effectively. Once she said that when you were in the academy your chocolates were still ordered by Queen Elizabeth II herself. No one checks whether this is true)

She tried to snare you with Damon when she noticed that he was getting stressed in your company.(Not that she likes him. But all for young love and the plot)

Every excursion to a place of interest to you, or holidays, trips or other occasions, are captured by you in photos. You both have a place on the wall where you attach, each photo and new memory. Sometimes you still write down interesting quotes.

You met her class when she invited you to their Thanksgiving feast. You brought your Black Forest Cake with you. That's also when you met Wenone. You took a liking to each other, and Wenone offered to help you develop your delicious business.(Since then, Wenona has become a step-sister to Toshiko)

Toshiko has a habit of giving nicknames related to desserts, especially Japanese ones. She calls you “Castella.”(One of the most complex and elegant desserts. Worthy of you)

You match outfits for family occasions. You usually go shopping together and advise each other on what clothes fit you. Never mind that most of the time Toshiko wears clothes she took after you or got from you.

I did it! Sorry for VERY late. Pls enjoy and don't hate me.

Love you all!

[musiclover61]

Little witch pt 2

Fandom: supernatural

Summary: You and your fiancée were about to have people over but you got a knock on your front door then attacked and kidnapped, but you got saved by these two guys. This is a part 2

Paring: Sam Winchester x witch!reader

Waring: Cussing, describing wounds (gashes, cuts and bruises), mentions of blood, yn is used, fem!reader, let me know if I missed something :)

A/N: there is a little more Sam Winchester x Reader in this one but it was more to the end. Again it's been a while since I've watch Supernatural.

I don't know how to link part 1 yet, I'm really sorry 🙏

Proofread!!

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After a few more minutes of driving and me calming down and trying not to ask a bunch of questions I 'woke up' and looked around "where are we?" I asked rubbing my eyes

"We're almost there about 10 more minutes" Dean grumbled looking in the rear view mirror at me

I gave him a nod and looked out the window but I couldn't help but think about what the hell they were talking about.

After another 10 more minutes we had gotten to the motel Sam and Dean were staying at. Sam and Dean got out of the car and had hurried to help me get out of the car. Dean opened the door and Sam gently got me out, holding my arm. Once I was out of the car fully Dean grabbed my other arm, we walked with each one of them holding my arm as I limpped to their room.

When we got into the room, Sam and Dean laid me down on one of the beds, my back was against the headboard and my legs were laid out on the bed. I looked down at my legs to see the one big gash on the top of my thigh and some other little rips in my jeans that had cuts beneath them. I then looked at my arms cuts and bruises all over them, some little cuts and some big cuts, dirt was all over me. I felt dirty, sweaty and my arms and legs hurt from all the cuts, the gash was hurting like hell.

Sam and Dean were over at the foot of the other bed talking about something. They were huddled up, trying to decide something I'm guessing.

"So what are you guys going to do about my cuts and huge gash?" I asked looking at the brothers.

They snapped there heads to me "Yeah, hold on" Dean said then closed his eyes and leaned his head up "Hey Cas, we need help with uhhh.... Y/N" Dean said forgetting my name for a second "She's hurt and she needs help" Dean said

"What the fuck..." I mumbled "you good?" I asked trying to put the pice together on who Cas was and why Dean looked like he was praying

"He's an Angel" Sam said "his name is Castiel" Sam added

'WHAT THE HELL HE JUST SAY?!' I thought, and I guess my face changed because he looked at me and sighed

"We're not crazy" Sam said walking over to me, he sat on the other bed. "Listen you know the storys about Ghosts and Vampires and-"

I cut him off quickly. "Demons and Angels?" I asked "I heard you and Dean talking at the gas station" I told him

Dean looked at me "what did you hear?" Dean asked me crossing his arm

"The demons want me alive for something, your going to get me healed and then I'm going to be bait" I told them, looking between Dean and Sam "which I'm not found of" I added

"I'm not either" A man said that appeared next to Dean, I jumped and screamed covering my mouth

"Where the hell did you come from!" I yelled looking between the three boys "aren't you guys not scared?!" I asked concerned

"I'm Castiel, and if you use her as bait and the demon's actually get her then we could all be in danger" Castiel was a short man? women? thing? Short thing compared to Sam and Dean, he was wearing a trench coat and had a white shirt on, with a tie, he had on black pants. "she's a witch" Castiel told them "a powerful one too" Castiel added "she's not a normal one" Castiel said then looked at me "that's why Angels and Demons will fight for you" Castiel told me and began to walk over to me

He touched my shoulder, closed his eyes then opened them and gave me a nod "we need the Demon that hurt you" Castiel said

"Sorry but frankly I don't want to see the thing that killed my fiancée." I spat "And I don't know if you can't see, but my leg is cut open" I added, annoyed.

"No, I healed you" Castiel told me flatly. Looking at my thigh I had seen that my gash was... gone?

I gave him a confused look and looked down at my thigh again to make sure that the gash in my leg was gone, and it was... like completely gone, no scar or anything, just dirt. I looked at my arms to see that the only stuff on my arm was the dirt, no cuts, no scratches, or scraps "what..?" I questioned looking up at Castiel "how did you do that?" I asked him

"I'm an angel." Castiel said flatly. He looked away from me then to Sam and Dean "We can't use her as bait" Castiel said "if she gets captured, it could be dangerous" Castiel told them

"Okay so I have a question" I cut in getting off the bed making Castiel move out of the way "what am I and why do Demons want me?" I asked

Castiel looked at me. His face was blank and his eyes looked dead "your a witch, a powerful one, and to Lucifer your the key of... 'letting hell break loose'" Castiel looked confused when he said 'letting hell break loose'

"I'm sorry... what?" I asked looking between the three boys

"Lucifer is real, he's out of hell, and he's trying to take over the world and make the world a new hell" Dean said 'catching' me up

"W-What?" I said looking at them. They stared at me waiting for me to say something. After a few minutes of silence I spoke. "I need to go outside" I said pushing past them and walking outside the hotel room.

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I walked over to a bench that was near the room and sat down. 'What the hell did they just tell me' I thought as I put my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. My thoughts were just going and going and going, I didn't know what to think, I didn't know how to think.

I guess I didn't hear the door to the hotel room open, or the footsteps that were coming towards me but I did hear my name being called by the six foot tall brown haired guy that carried me to the car and took me inside the hotel.

"Y/N?" Sam asked "You good?" Sam added putting his hand on my back "Listen I know what Dean and Cas told you can be a lot to take in but uh... we really need you to be on board... the hell thing that Dean said is ture and if what Cas said is true then you can help us" Sam told me. For some reason his voice was... calming to me. It was like he knew how to not scare me. Something in my head was telling me to run the other way but there was a louder, bigger voice telling me to trust Mr moose, so I did.

"I'm on board" I nodded "but I want to know how to use my powers" I said looking up on him. His hand didn't leave my back and to be honest I didn't mind. "Castiel said that I'm a powerful witch so I want to use my powers to help you and Dean. I need to know how to use them" I told him

He gave me a nod and rubb his hand on my back then looked at me "I'll talk to Cas and see if he can help you" Sam gave me a little smile.

For a second we just sat there looking at eachother, his hand was on my back and his eyes were on mine. It felt... good. Now that I was looking at him up close he looked, handsome, stunning, as good looking as a man could get.

"Uh do- do you need a second out here?" Sam asked me moving his hand off my back then looked down at the ground

"Can you just sit here for a second... with me?" I asked him. I was looking at him kinda hoping he didn't laugh in my face

"Y-Yeah," He looked at me and smiled "I'll stay" he gave me a nod.

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A/N: I hope this part was good I'll come out with part 3 tomorrow probably. If not I'm sorry 😔. Also sorry it's kinda short

[ang3lik]

Hello!! Could we possibly get a Roxto x tattoo artist Reader giving Roxto his first tattoos after he completes his rite of passage? I think that would be so cute!! <33

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲

#pairing:: implied rotxo x fem!reader. #w/c:: 549. #na’vi translations:: mawey (calm), irayo (thank you), nìprrte’ (my pleasure).

rotxo, a new warrior of the metkayina clan, the boy who had just recently completed his iknimaya, the rite of passage into adulthood.

everybody had cheered as he stood in the ocean, water lapping around his waist as he cheered, proud of himself of taming his skim wig. you stood in the crowd too, applauding and chanting his name along with your friends as he got closer, hugging all his friends and yourself.

eventually as he has spoke with the olo’eyktan and tsahìk, who had congratulated him on completing his iknimaya, he had chosen his best friend ao’nung to accompany him in receiving his first tattoo. as you arrived in your marui, a small wooden table had been placed in there by mbira, a small bowl of ink and a pricker.

you giggled as ao’nung patted his friend on the back, looking to rotxo to tell him he could lay on the mat. he tried to calm himself down, as he lay down, giddy to receive his first tattoo but nervous. you kneeled next to him, ao’nung kneeling on the opposite side as you wiped his chest from any spare sea water, placing your hand gently on his chest, helping him to calm himself, whispering “mawey, rotxo, mawey.”

he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, inhaling deep breaths of the air and slowly letting it go through his mouth. ao’nung watched on remembering the way you had calmed him too when he received his first tattoo. after he had opened his eyes once again, looking at you with confirmation that you could start, you picked up the poker, dipping it in the black ink and stared the intricate design on his chest.

he winced at first, ao’nung snorting in amusement. rotxo glared at him as he tried to distract himself a pice of cloth hanging from the roof flapping around in the windy air. ao’nung had eventually distracted him, telling him of the tattoos that they would receive in the future together.

the process didn’t take too long, only around two hours as you joined in on their chatter occasionally. you leaned back on your ankles looking at your design in wonder and amazement. every time you created one of these tattoos and marked a clan member they always looked completely different to you.

their bodies looking stronger and braver. more warrior like. the two metkayina’s turned to look at you as you smiled sweetly at them. rotxo still lay there, stiff as a stone as you patted his stomach. he lifted his head looking down at the new marking on his body in wonder.

ao’nung started to rant about how good it looked, how cool all of their friends would think it looked and how more girls would fawn over him now. rotxo paid no mind to his words as he only had one girl in mind. the girl who had stuck by him, the girl who he had grew up with, the girl who had been the first to mark his body, you.

he looked to your face to see you sweetly smiling at him. is lips curved up in a soft smile too, a slight nod combined as he thanked you.

“irayo, sweet girl.”

your heart warmed at the familiar nickname.

“nìprrte’, sweet boy.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @gr4veyardg1rl

[simpformoonknight]

It was always you (Dewdrop x fem reader)

(romantic relationship)

Summary: You remember a wholesome interaction with Dew.

Warnings: non? Very sappy.

Author note: Hello this is my first ever post and story and I apologise if Dew doesn’t really follow how people usually write him. I hope whoever reads this enjoy it! It’s a fem reader with she/her so if you prefer others then sorry but pls imagine that instead. I just wrote what felt normal for me ( I am female). I hope it’s not super off and that it’s readable, my native language is not English for the record. Please enjoy! :)

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It was a cold night in autumn, the wind blowing ever so softy and (y/n) remember it clearly. Out in the garden of the ministry she sat and contemplated how it feels to be safe and happy. She had been feeling more so the longer she stayed, especially with the ghouls presence. But even so sometimes it still felt as if happiness is a long way from being achieved.

She watched the moon and wished that some there could be some sign that could help her decide on how she would achieve this missing puzzle pice of happiness.

“Pet? What are you doing out here? Are you not cold, satan, you should so cold!”

It was he, the one that has been taking care of her sense she arrived. And here he was once again worried about her.

Half sprinting down the last steps down to the garden Dewdrop came to a stop before the lonely sister. Before his mate. And while he tried to asses how much body heat she had lost he asked her endless questions.

“Unholy hell! Your absolutely freezing, pet how long have you been out here? Did something happen?”

(Y/n) didn’t respond, she just gazed upon the ghoul she had fallen so deeply for without knowing it. Not getting a response made Dewdrop look up and stare a short second at her before immediately cupping her face in his clawed hands and staring right into her eyes.

“Was it them again?! Did they hurt you again? I am gonna kill them! How dare they hurt what is MINE!”

He wasn’t roaring but it was a tone that was deep and rumbling in his chest. It would have sounded dangerous for anyone listening, a demons growling and possessive tone booming, almost echoing in the cold night. But for (y/n) it produced a safe feeling, here this infernal creature cared and was more worried for her then anyone had ever expressed before. Dewdrops chest heaved with almost uncontrollable anger, how dare some unimportant humans hurt his mate?

(Y/n) took his hands from her face and gently called his name. Her face slightly red from the extra heat he produced when riled up.

“Dewdrop, darling, baby please focus on me, nothing of that sort has happened. Please calm down and get back to me.”

Slowly Dewdrop calmed down, the extra heat went down and he became the normal heat he usually was, which was still warmer then a usual human. He carefully took her hands in his and squeezed her gently making sure not to accidentally hurt her.

“My pet, then what could it be? What is it that is making you this miserable? I know for a fact you wouldn’t be out here if there wasn’t something troubling you.”

She smiled softly and squeezed him back.

“If I am going to be honest with you Dewdrop, I am not quite sure.” With a deep breath she continued. “I just don’t know if what I am feeling is happiness. I feel safe here, I do, but I don’t know if this is what happiness is. I - I didn’t have the best childhood and happiness wasn’t really something my family was striving for. And I haven’t felt happiness for very long periods in my life and I have no idea if this is that feeling, happiness. I hope it is but I just do not know.”

Dewdrop watched her intensely and slowly moved to stand beside her. Humming in understanding he embraced her from behind and put his head on hers.

“Sorry this must sound like I am just babbling. I just don’t really know how to explain it.”

Feeling Dewdrop nod against her head she relaxed into his hold.

“I can understand you pet in a way, in the pit tease human emotions weren’t at the same intensity. When I was summoned everything happened so fast and suddenly I was topside with strong emotions that were hard to manage. But Omega helped suppressing them so that I could deal with them easier. But when Copia, you know, took over I was.. I- I… you know? Changed? Yeah the thing that happened.” Dewdrop said as he rubbed at his throat where the scars where. A thing he did when he was nervous and talked about the change he went through. “All the emotions weren’t suppressed by Omega anymore and it was hard to understand and deal with the strong emotions, especially anger. But I think you have seen that.. especially when we first met.”

(Y/n) tried to turn to look at Dewdrop, but he just kept a firm grip on her, keeping her still.

“Dew… baby..” (y/n) tried to say but Dewdrop brought his finger up to her lips and shushed her.

“What I am trying to say to you my pet is that emotions are sometimes hard to deal with and it can feel overwhelming and hopeless for a long time. But even if you can’t say where and when you feel your happiness I will still be here for you. I am your mate and you are mine and I will always take care and love you. It’s in my dna, but also because I have come to care for you especially much. So take your time finding your happiness, I will be here and support you. You won’t be alone in this.”

He finishes as he put his face in her neck and just softly rubbing his scent onto her. (Y/n) silently cry as she feels overwhelmed by all the emotions Dewdrop awakened with is speech. Maybe she had found her happiness in her ghoul, her mate. The one that she was fated to by Satan. She silently thanked him over and over while tightening his arms around her. The smell of burnt wood and fire filled her nose and she realised that this was her home and safety. She wasn’t ready to say it yet but one day she would.

A few years later (y/n) would be reminded of this interaction while she stand before Dewdrop in their wedding. A ceremony that would officially bond them for all eternity. Both while on the earth but also in the depts of hell where they would reunite after death. They were standing on the platform exchange rings as (y/n) leans in and whisper.

“You are my happiness Dewdrop, you always were.”

[shadowhuntressoqwq]

Foxy Coltrane x fem!reader

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, language,afab

Mexico, were you love to take Vacation. The people are somewhat nice and the Partys are Hardcore.

You sit at the bar talking with Carlos who you almost know better than yourself. He's weird but cool and you both like to talk alot. He often gives you drinks on the house, you are more of a little sister to him, often catching him protecting you from the perverts.

You laugh at one of his aweful jokes and sip on your drink. "Ya' gotta watch out y/n, t'night are some new people 'ere, never saw 'em before" he warns you. The new people are hard to over look. You know them from the TV warnings but you couldn't care less, it's your danm Vacation and you're not a cop.

You wouldn't even talk to them...as a hand was on your shoulder, the man ordering a shot and grining down to you "my my, what a nice pice of ass" Carlos looks at the man and shakes his head "stop that man". You sigh and look up to see what kind of no-good was standing behind you only to see the one and only 'Midnight Wolfman'. You tense up, you have heard about him he's dangerous but Kind of...cute?

Before Carlos could say anything else he get's called by a woman "Don't ya' try anythin'" He warns the man and walks away. "The names Foxy" He introduces himself and slowly sits down next to you. He's tall, selfaware and like a predator, stalking it's prey which is you. "I don't want trouble" You only reply and look away, trying to calm down.

His hand reaches out and he gently pulls your chin towards him "No trouble eh? I just wanna play baby" he chuckles and runs his thump over your bottom lip, with his other hand he takes a small sip from his shot before putting the small shotglass on your lips. Unsure you open your mouth letting the cold and strong substance run down your throat "now that's a good girl" he whsipers. Your cheeks turn red, it's a weak spot for you. He stand up holding out his hand "come baby I show ya' a good time" He winks, danm him, danm his charm but you can't resist. He looks good and you are in the middle of your ovulation, which means you are more than horny. Your body wants to jump him, riding out your desire and using him like a toy. You just nod and follow him, taking his hand.

You two walk for a minute or two to his room. You stand in his room, looking at the bed why are you so stupid? You don't even know this man, let alone he's a wanted killer. "Doll, tell me your name" he whsipers behind you, his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck. He kisses your neck until he finds your sweetspot making you weak in your knees. What was the question again? You asked yourself as he abused the spot with his lips and tounge "Darlin'?" he asks again, chuckling a little "ya' name" Oh right your...your name "Y/N" you stutter and lean your head back on his shoulder, this feels too good. "My you're shakin' like a leafe" he let's out a little laugh before he undresses you, slowly and teasingly "Goddanm ya' really a pice of cake" he comments and lets his hands run up and down your body. You shiver, your arousel is more than evident, soaking wet and dripping down your leg.

You take a deep breath as his hand ghosts down your legs "Whoa there sweety, did Foxy make ya' wet?" he suddently presses his body even more against yours "or was y/n wet before?" He teases you, walking around you and sitting down on his bed, looking at your pelvis licking his lips "let me taste ya' sweetheart" taste you? With his tounge? These thoughts make you feel a tingel down there and with slow steps you walk forwars stopping infront of him.

He takes your leg and pulls it slightly up, exposing your pussy to him. "I can smell you" he whsipers, eyes glued to your wet core and his mouth watering. But he wants to take his time, so he kisses your leg up, gently licking your soft skin. He stops between your legs, your leg over his shoulder, your torso leaned back and supported by your arms on the tall shelf behind you. To his luck the bed is near that shelf so he doesn't need to lean more forward. "You smell tempting" He whispers and close his eyes just like you as his tounge starts to lick you. He eats you out for what seems like hours befor pulling back "Hmmm you taste like sugar, come here" he let's your leg down and with trembling legs you sit on his lap but not for long. He turns you on your stomach and takes off his pants "I'm gonna make you scream" he whsipers and leans down, entering you.

"Holy shit ya' tight" he chuckles at your whines. He starts thursting into you, your moans filling the room as he takes what he desires. Your pussy drools onto the bed, you're sure you are soaking the sheets. Foxy just laughes at that but not stops "fuck you feel like heaven" his eyes roll back as you cum loudly on him your pussy clenching on him "fuck...foxy I.." he just sighs in arousel "shhh, just enjoy the ride" he chuckles and thrusts even more into you clearly enjoying this as much as you do.

Foxy feels himself cuming, shooting his load inside you befor pulling out "holy shit y/n" he lays down next to you as you roll onto your back. You never thought you end up in a mans bed. "I..I will leave then" you sigh knowing this was just an one time thing "hell? Where do ya' think ya' going women?" he asks, pulling you back onto him "first off all, I ain't done with ya' ass and second who says ya' every leavin' me doll?" he asks.

[bookloover35]

Tightropes and Tricksters-Buggy x fem reader.

The Big Top of Buggy's circus-themed pirate crew buzzed with energy. Spotlights roamed the large tent as cheers erupted from the rowdy crowd, all eager for the evening's grand spectacle. Buggy the Clown himself stood center stage, reveling in the attention like the showman he was. His red nose gleamed under the lights, his smirk wide and devilish.

"Tonight," Buggy bellowed, his arms spread theatrically, "we unveil a new act—a feat of agility and daring so incredible you'll swear it's magic!"

In the wings, you took a deep breath, adjusting your tightrope shoes. The fabric of your leotard glistened with sequins that caught the light like scattered stars. Joining Buggy's crew had been a stroke of luck—or maybe fate. You'd been stranded after your own circus ship fell victim to a storm. Then Buggy's ship appeared, and after some quick negotiations (and a fight or two), you found yourself among his performers.

But tonight wasn't just any performance—it was your first one under Buggy's spotlight.

"Alright, Acrobat," Buggy called to you from the stage, his grin sly, "let's see if you've got what it takes to be in my crew." His voice lowered so only you could hear: "Don't mess it up."

You rolled your eyes. Typical Buggy, acting tough, though you knew he was secretly excited about your act.

With a confident step, you emerged from the shadows, walking toward the center of the ring. The audience's cheers swelled as they took in your dazzling costume, your poise, and the way you carried yourself with an effortless grace.

"Good luck, doll," Buggy murmured as you passed him, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary.

You climbed the ladder to the tightrope, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. High above the ground, the world seemed to shrink. Below, the crowd watched with bated breath. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Buggy, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you.

The performance began.

You glided across the rope as if it were solid ground, each step deliberate and sure. Gasps erupted as you added daring spins, flips, and twists. At one point, you balanced on a single foot, your arms stretched wide. The crowd roared. Buggy's signature cannonball effects erupted in bursts of color around you, adding to the drama.

"Not bad," Buggy muttered to himself, but you caught the way his lips curved into a genuine smile.

Then, it was time for the grand finale—a leap from the tightrope to a swinging trapeze across the ring. You focused, timing your movements with precision. The moment your feet left the rope, you soared through the air, twisting gracefully before catching the bar. The crowd went wild.

When you finally landed, breathless but triumphant, Buggy stepped forward, his arms raised to silence the applause.

"Give it up for our new acrobat, folks!" he shouted, his voice booming. The audience cheered louder.

As they began to file out, you approached Buggy, wiping sweat from your brow. "Well? How'd I do?" you asked, unable to hide your smirk.

Buggy gave a mock-serious nod, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. "Hmm, not bad for a beginner."

"Beginner?" You shot him a glare.

"But," he added, leaning closer, his blue-painted lips curling, "you've earned your place here, Acrobat. Welcome to the crew."

His hand rested on your shoulder, a rare gesture of genuine approval.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of his praise. But then, Buggy being Buggy, he ruined it.

"Of course," he continued, smirking, "you'll have to teach the others how to look half as good as you out there. Can't have you stealing all my spotlight."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Guess you'll just have to share it, Captain."

Buggy's grin widened, and for the first time, you noticed the faintest blush on his cheeks. Perhaps the great Buggy the Clown wasn't so immune to your charms after all.

As the crew celebrated your debut, you couldn't help but feel that this chaotic, colorful pirate circus might be the home you'd been searching for—and Buggy, in all his ridiculous glory, might just be the person you didn't know you needed.

[vhagarlovebot]

YOU NEVER REALLY SEE ME.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: prince aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: aemond is jealous because you are spending too much time with aegon.

content warnings: pining, jealous aemond, a bit angsty, love confession, two idiots in love, aegon being kind of a matchmaker.

note: this pice is based on this request. if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

AEMOND IS JEALOUS OF AEGON. you began spending time with him when he showed interest in a book you were reading. now, you two spend almost everyday together. and every time he sees you, you are smiling or touching him.

aemond can not take it anymore. however, he doesn't do anything. he simply clench his fists and walks away. and recently has started to let it all out during his trainings with ser criston cole.

and today's been the worst day since everything started.

he's been in the training grounds since the morning, not wanting to run into you after he blatantly ignored you during breakfast. but someone out there hates him because as he's getting ready to face ser erryk, you walk in holding aegon's upper arm, both laughing.

aemond groans, “this is just great.” he mumbles, making ser erryk follow his line of vision.

he’s sweating and panting, while you look so pretty with your hair loose, wearing a beautiful dress he’s not seen before. but then there’s his brother. aemond doesn’t hate him but he wishes for aegon to just disappear.

“brother!” aegon greets him, a hand on his shoulder.

“prince aemond,” you bow your head, a smile dancing across your lips. and he is going to smile at you when his gaze falls on your hand still gripping his brother’s arm.

“what are you doing here? this is no place for a lady.” he'd be glad to see you there if it weren't for your company.

your smile falters. "we wanted to see you train."

aemond scoffs, looking at your hand one more time before dropping the wooden shield and walking away, leaving you hurt and confused, not knowing exactly where his recent behavior is coming from.

aegon laughs. "thank you, my lady," he grabs your hands to kiss them, a big goofy smile on his face which confuse you even more. "but i really think you should go after my brother."

you frown but do as he says, following the prince's footsteps.

"prince aemond?" you call him and he ignores you. "prince aemond!" you try again, drawing attention. you apologize with a shy smile, holding your dress up to help you walk faster.

aemond just keep walking, heart beating faster knowing you are just a few steps behind. why won't you let this go? he prefers thousand times to suffer than to face you.

"aemond!" you yell, putting your foot down and not longer caring about the disgusted and curious looks. but it works, because he finally stops. "i am sorry, my prince, i never meant to yell at you but you wouldn't stop walking."

he hums, not turning to you and, instead, looking at his boots. "no need to apologize, my lady. i am in a hurry, if you excuse me,"

"did i do something wrong?" your voice quivers, speaking too quietly, only for him to hear. "you have been ignoring me for days a–and if i did something to upset you know that i am deeply sorry... it was– it was never my intention."

aemond closes his eyes and sighs, feeling stupid. he never meant to hurt you but by trying not to hurt himself, he ended up doing it anyway.

he slowly turns to face you and the minute he sees your glassy eyes his hearts breaks a little. aemond instinctively holds out his hand, fingers itching to touch you, but after a few seconds just lets it fall to his side.

"prince aegon is worried about you," it's a lie but you don't know what else to say or how to act around him after so many days of silence on his part. maybe he doesn't know how to say that he no longer wishes to be your friend, maybe you are being too pushy.

but then he laughs, and it's not his usual happy laugh, this is a cold mocking one. "it's like you never really see me," aemond makes sure to look you in the eyes, if he is going to say it he would not be the coward who looks away. "everything is about aegon. all. the. time." each word is followed by a step towards you, but you don't back away, trying to hold your ground and show courage when in the inside you are dying to run into his arms. "i'm standing right in front of you and you don't see me!"

you flinch but still don't move. "i–i don't know what you’re talking about." you feel your throat closing up, his closeness making it hard not to look at his lips.

"do i really have to spell it out for you?" his expression softens, slowly raising his hand to your face. "i love you!" he finally says it and you don't dare to speak, holding your breath, head spinning feeling like you are floating in the air. "are you happy now?"

you bit your lower lip, face impossibly red, and blink one, two, and three times before grabbing his hand and taking it to your heart. "feel my heart beating for you, my prince?" you smile at him, seeing how his face lights up, all the fear disappearing from his face. "i am happy because i can finally say how much i love you."

aemond never thought he would hear those words coming from you and it makes him feel like the luckiest man in the seven kingdoms. and he has so much on his mind, so many questions to ask, that he doesn't know where to begin. however, he forgets everything the minute your arms are around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

aemond was finally home.

[endmeprettyplease]

Best Behavior

A/N: I played COD as a kid, I never thought it’d have me whipped as an adult, but here I am. I hated this, then I liked it, so just posting while sleep deprived before I change my mind. Also Price is daddy, just a fact.

John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex, p in v sex, power imbalance, implied age gap, rough sex, no y/n, no codename for reader

Summary: After a stressful mission you take a risk to comfort your Captain.

The conclusion of a mission had a few probable outcomes. An overtly successful endeavor would have you, and the rest of the 141 at the closest bar or pub. An absolute failure with injuries? Then you’d all be squirreled away in your own quarters or infirmary, licking your literal and metaphorical wounds. But when they ended like this? The job completed, yet so many lives lost? It was just empty. The team shared the feeling, you were sure, given the atmosphere on the trip back. Even now, with Soap pouring shots and Gaz poking fun at Ghost, you knew they felt it. It was why they were still here and not at the dive twenty minutes down the road. 

You could hear the conversation down the hall before you had even reached the common room. Normally you’d have been happy to join in on the distraction, but you had another in mind. Whether or not the mission had technically been successful, it hadn’t felt like it. Not with seven hostages dead and a bomb that leveled three city blocks. You inhaled, slowly, letting the thought pass with your breath. It didn’t matter now, what mattered was your next mission. One that would be quietly stewing a few doors down.

“There ya are, c’mon we need someone to settle the score!” Soap called as you passed the doorway. Waving you into the shared space as Kyle smiled in agreement. Fighting the urge to join you reminded yourself of exactly what you had planned.

“Sorry, not tonight, boys. Dropping off my report, then I’m passing out.” Waving the papers in your hand. 

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You can take one night off being an overachiever, you know? Cap said we could turn them in tomorrow.”

“And yet I’ll have the day off, and you'll have homework.” Smirking, you bid them a goodnight and continued down the hall.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was risky, you knew. Your relationship with Price was complicated, to put it lightly. He was your Captain, your superior, your mentor. Even a whiff of this and Laswell would probably have your heads. Neither of you have been so bold, rarely going further than lingering touches and gazes while on base. You’d both been as diligent as possible in separating work from your private lives. The weight of what you were about to do sat heavily on your shoulders. And yet you still stood at the captain’s office door.

He needs this. You reasoned. The look in his eyes as you’d stepped off the plane hadn’t escaped your notice, nor the way he’d immediately fled to his office. No one on the force took failure as hard as he did. It was his team, his responsibility. He needs this. You repeated, lifting your hand to knock before you could talk yourself out of it. 

It took a few moments longer than usual to hear his gruff response. “Who is it?” Feeling sweat bead on your back you let out a shuddering breath before answering. 

“It’s me,” Nearly immediately Price gave you the go ahead to enter. 

His office was messier than it normally was, maps pinned to the walls, little notes tacked up with them. Mugs piled high and the lingering fog of his cigar smoke hanging in the air. Yeah, he needs this.

“How can I help you, Sergeant?” Pice had his noise in a file, a glass of whiskey wrapped in his hand. You hoped he didn’t notice the blush his rough voice caused to rise in your cheeks. You also hoped he didn’t notice the click of the lock as you pressed the door closed with your back. 

“I just wanted to drop off my field report for today, sir.” You spoke slowly, taking careful steps toward his desk. Suddenly, a little less confident in how successful your mission would be. John looked awful, hat tossed somewhere, hair still sticky with sweat stuck up randomly, bags under his eyes adding years to his age. He looked in absolutely no mood for your shenanigans, but that's exactly why you were doing this.

His lip lifted a bit under his facial hair, “Thought I told you that could wait til tomorrow, to get some sleep.” Eyes lazily rolling up from the papers in his, whatever horrors reflected with them passed to curiosity as he took you in. You stood stiffly at his desk, knuckles white as you gripped your report. 

“You did, Captain.” He was onto you, you knew immediately. You never were good at getting anything past him. Not that it was really part of your plan.

“Set it wherever then. Anything else?” Price asked, eyebrow raising as you carefully moved closer. Swiveling his chair he followed your steps around the desk.

“Ah, yes, sir. I also wanted to see how you were.” Your voice shook, tossing the papers onto the pile on his desk. Finally working up the courage to meet his gaze. He looked a bit more intrigued. The reassurance fueling your confidence for the next step. 

“I’m fine, soldier. Like i said-” The way his voice had lowered was the last straw. Dropping to your knees not even a foot from him. Gently, like approaching a startled animal, you rested your hands on his shins. 

“Are you sure, Captain?” Your head already felt fuzzy, being this close to him always did this to you, further exacerbated by the absolute taboo of the situation. Off duty it was easy to pretend he was just a lover. Someone you’d met on an app, or at a bookstore or even the grocery store maybe. But here? Kneeling in front of him, still splattered with dirt, oil and blood, he was your Captain. 

You watched Price process what he was seeing, throat working and pupils dilating. Eventually his nose twitched with the threat of a snarl. “You can’t do this to me, baby.” His words sounded forced, slow and strangled. Sounding nearly as desperate as you felt. 

Slowly you traced your hands up his legs, past his knees to his thighs, squeezing firmly. “If you tell me to go, sir, I’ll go.” You shuffled forward, finally meeting his boots. “If not… I want to take care of you, Daddy.” 

The ‘D’ word was a cheap shot, but when you watched John’s head drop back you knew you’d won. Adding a ‘please’, to really dig your grave. 

Price picked up his glass, taking a long slow drink, looking anywhere but you. You could feel the tension vibrating through the muscle of his thighs, tense and strung high. Always so quick to tell his team to rest and relax, though never taking his own advice. 

When he met your gaze again his eyes were filled with a familiar heat. “Is that right, sweetheart?” 

Nodding eagerly you massaged his thighs, ignoring his already growing bulge. “Uh-huh” 

Price tisked, relaxing back into his chair. “Here? That's a dangerous game.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise.” You breathed, eyes solely focused on your prize. 

John huffed, rolling his shoulders. “You? Quiet?” He raised his free hand to your flushed face, gently caressing the heated skin. “You come in here, beggin’ for my cock like a whore, and expect me to believe you’re planning on behavin’?” He laughed, a genuine smile cracking his exhausted exterior. 

The drawl of his words sank down though your chest, pooling in your sex. You had been so focused on him you hadn’t realized how desperate you’d already become. Shifting you let out a sharp breath, kneeling had pulled your pants taunt. The seam pressing torturously against your clit.

Price groaned, yanking you up into a kiss before you could process his movement. Messy and desperate. Moaning in return at his taste, whiskey, expensive cigars and home. When was the last time you’d had him like this? A month, maybe more, this assignment had been so taxing, time barely seemed to matter. Though, your body seemed to disagree. Lighting up with the familiar attention, begging for more. 

Your hand twitched, intending to reach for him before you remind yourself. When you came here it was for him, you needed to behave. Take only as much as he was willing to give. 

Price pulled back, lips wet and swollen already, face reddened under his beard, it seemed he’d shared your thoughts. Relaxing back into the chair he let his legs spread wider. “What’s it you said?” He grunted. “That you wanted to ‘take care of me’? C’mon then, take care of daddy.”

You breathed a quick ‘yes, sir’, settling between his spread thighs. Drowning in his musk before you'd even unclipped his belt. Blood, sweat, nicotine, gun metal - a cologne so uniquely his. Something you rarely got to enjoy at this intensity. He was hard and ready, a hot brand against your hand through his boxer briefs. Not realizing how lost in him you were until Price wrapped a rough hand in your hair. Shoving your cheek against him, rubbing himself against your face.

“Don’t tease.” He hissed, a tone you’d heard more than once on the battlefield, but never in the bedroom. Jolting, you quickly freed him. Mouth watering at the weight and sight of his cock in hand, thinking of how sore your jaw would be in the morning from his girth. How you’d get a sick thrill every time you spoke to the team. None aware that your Captain was the reason you’d keep rubbing your cheek to soothe the ache.

True to his order, you didn't tease. Spitting and letting it drip down his head, slicking your hand and working up and down his length. The moment your tongue met his tip he snarled, the noise echoing through the room. He let you start at your own pace, allowing you to swirl your tongue around the head. Working more and into your mouth, hand stroking what you couldn’t reach yet.

Being on your knees for your superior, for him, in his office, had been on your mind since you’d met. Since he’d first approached you with the offer of a position on his task force. A sharp tug on your hair pulled your eyes to his face. Any anguish, stress, and worry were gone. His brows furrowed with pleasure, fist to his lips as he rocked up into your mouth. You throbbed at the scene, moan vibrating his cock. 

You pulled off, much to his despair. Fighting a smirk you move your hands to grip the pockets of his cargo pants, “Please fuck my mouth, daddy,” Giving your best puppy eyes while you took him back in. 

His hands were in your hair in a flash, shoving himself into your throat. Releasing a sound so low and guttural as he started a brutal pace. Gagging was inevitable, as hard as you tried to breathe, his speed and ruthlessness unfamiliar. But very, very welcomed. Price moaned every time your throat constricted around him. Never taking his eyes off your face.

“T-that's it. Take it for daddy. Fuck, such a slut, baby. Look at you… my girl. God, doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

You felt your eyes roll, head hazy from the lack of oxygen and absolutely intoxicated by him. Price’s praise was the most valuable commodity. Whether on the field, handing in paperwork, during training, but most importantly in bed. You didn’t care if everyone murmured about you being a kiss ass, as long as he kept feeding you those sugary words. Kept making you feel like this.  

When he’d finally pulled free, you were gasping and heaving for air. Dizzily you looked up at him, watching him pant nearly as hard as you. “Daddy?” Your voice was raw and foreign even to you. John’s eyes rolled back as he groaned, roughly pulling you up. Sloppily kissing you, uncaring of the shared fluids dripping down your chin. 

“I need to cum in you, off!” He snapped, yanking at your sweats until you’d kicked them away. 

You’d never seen him so… needy. It was addicting, you knew this would not be the last time you would come to him after a mission. Not if it was like this. 

On his lap you felt how truly soaked your panties are, sticking to your skin as he ground you against his cock. You needed him so badly, tears stinging at your eyes. “P-please, John- daddy!” Quickly correcting your mistake when his hand landed on your ass with a harsh crack. 

With little effort your panties were torn, gripped in his fist and shoved in your mouth. Your own taste invading your sensitive mouth as you bit down on the fabric. 

“Quiet, remember? The boys are a couple doors down.” Price huffed. The swollen head of his cock finally met your sex, slicking himself with you. “Hell, I’d be surprised if they haven’t already heard ya,” You whimpered at the thought. It’d taken so long to prove yourself, what would they think?

Suddenly every doubt you had vanished, your Captain’s thick length stretched you. Lifting you so your nearly limp weight would spear you open. You’d never taken him without some preparation, even dripping wet the stretch was almost unbearable. Barely able to hear his soothing coos past the blood rushing in your ears. The fabric on your tongue doing little to muffle your noises.

Price, still the caring man he always is, gives you a moment to adjust. Kissing the tears from your cheeks, a sting of ‘good girl’s falling from his lips. You relaxed easily, you trusted him, knew he’d only give what you could take. Push you to your limit, but never past. 

With no other warning than him planting his feet he picked you up and dropped you, slamming back down on his cock. You wailed, clawing at his t-shirt as he used you as he pleased. You couldn’t fight the noises clawing up your throat even if you had the sentience to want to. It was everything, so much, overwhelming waves of painful pleasure pulling you under.

“I bet you’d love it if they - ah - heard ya, huh sweetheart?” Price moaned when you clenched around him, grinding up into you as his belt buckle ruthlessly abused your clit. “They talk, I’ve heard. Wonderin’ how you’d… fuck - sound on their cocks. But it’ll never be them,”

You shook your head rapidly, clinging to him for dear life as your release built. You wanted to tell him that they’d never have the chance, that it was only him. But it was intelligible past the gag. So instead you pressed your forehead to his, noses bumping against each other with his violent thrusts. 

“S-such a good girl, just for daddy, yeah?” 

Every word he uttered hit you deep in your gut, where his head abused your sweet spot. Spots dancing in your vision you knew you were agonizingly close. Sobbing past the gag you tried to warn him, but Price knew. He always did. Slouching back he rutted into you fervently, thumb finding your tender clit. 

“Go ahead, cum. Make a mess on daddy’s cock.” His voice and one more swipe of his thumb had you hurtling into bliss. Unaware of the cries you let out, cunt constricting his cock almost painfully. Milking him for his release a few beats later. 

Shakily, you pulled your ruined panties from your mouth. Enjoying the afterglow, the Captain still twitching inside you, nuzzling into your throat. You were unable to keep the silly smile off your face, high off endorphins. Your face felt raw from his beard, body sore in the best way.

“Feeling better, Daddy?” Your voice was hoarse, it hurt to speak, but it was so worth it for the chuckle that bubbled from his chest. 

“What the hell did I do to deserve an angel like you?” Price pulled back, looking at you so reverently you had to fight to hold his gaze. 

Blushing again you remembered exactly where you were. “Do you think they heard us?” 

Price snorted, refilling his glass before bringing it to your lips. Encouraging you to take a sip. “Honestly? Probably. Don’t worry about it, not now.” You savored the burn and warmth it brought you, grounding you in the moment. “We can take the roundabout way to my room, shower, and sleep. Anything else? We’ll handle it in the morning.” 

His words were resolute, law, no room for argument. Not that you had the energy to argue now that the adrenaline had worn off. 

Pulling you in close he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Right now, I want to take care of my girl.”

[mazdoe]

Reading Date

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem! Girlfriend reader

Summary: Wednesday planned a date at the nightshade library.

Warning: Non just Fluff.

Notes: I aged up Wednesday to 18/19. English not my native Language.

You looked up from your homework as a pice of paper slips underneath your door, and stopped right next to your chair. You bend to pick up the gilded page. The neat cursive writing of your name on the top of the page could only come from one person.

Once opened the paper only read one sentence.

9:00 pm at the Poe statue.

A smile crept onto your face as you needly folded the paper and tuckt it into the pocket of your jacket. A glance at your phone told you that you barely had time left to properly sneak out of Ophelia Hall.

Once at the Statue you looked around, fiddling with the paper in your pocket, temted to take a quick lookout it just to e sure you are at the right place at the right time.But before you could even fold it open the Statue drove backwards into the Wall with a shrike, exposing a gloomy Wednesday.

She roughly takes your arm as she drags you down the stairs. You almost fell down a couple times, but once at the bottom she drops your hand and you let your eyes wander around the room. As you spot the blankets and pillows spread out in the corner of the room " Wednesday did you do this? Its so ...cozy" your face beamed as she turned on the fairy lights that hung down from the High Bookshelfs and dip the whole room in warm light. "Xavier told me you like this kind of stuff" she said bluntly.

"I brought you something as well" you turned around to face her. "You didn't have to" she reached into her backpack and pulled out (you Favorite Book) "You once said that you always dreamed of receiving your favorite book annotated by someone you like.... so do..do you like it" you gently placed a kiss to her cheek, holding the book clutched to your chest. "I love it Wednesday and I lovee you to" a slight blush crept up Wednesdays face, she touched her heated cheeks while searching for her reflection in one of the many picture frames. "You made my face have color" you giggled slightly at her outburst. "Get it off of me y/n ....NOW!" Wednesday was furious, not once had her face looked this this hideous!

"you are just blushing Wednesday, that's nothing bad". She huffed inn reply. But she just stared at you who already got comfortable on the blankets and pillows that were spread out on the ground. "Come here, we could read together, orrr cuddle even. Only if you are comfortable with that ofc." for a second Wednesday looked like she was thinking about just leave you behind and return to her room. But the way you sat there on the ground with wide outstretched arms ready to welcome her. Just looked too cute.

Wednesday let herself sink next to you, laying her head into your lap. "Would you mind if we read (your Favorite Book)" again, I have always wanted to read it to my love" she just nodded in approve. Slowly one of your hands start to gently run through Wednesdays Hair. What results in an aproving little grunt form Wednesday, as her breath started to calm down more and more. "You know that I love you too right?" Wednesday whispered before letting your melodic voice flood her senses.

Wednesday never told you but you reading a book to her that you dearly Love and are passionate about has always been one of her favorite things in the world.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: If you happen to have an idea for a Wednesday one-shot (can be any character from that franchise) that you would like me to write just ask :) I also apologize for any mistakes I might have made.

[kuroovore]

backseat

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1 k

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

content warnings: dom!kuroo, sub!reader, car sex, slight degradation

his grip on your thigh hasn't loosened in the slightest since the both of you quickly left the restaurant. you had been enjoying a night out with your friends, when kuroo had suddenly decided to start teasing you under the table and then decided to pull you out of the restaurant, saying barely a word to your friends before dragging you away.

"kuroo slow down, your going way too fast." you beg, your eyes watching as the speedometer crept higher and higher.

"gotta get you home baby. can't wait any longer." he responded.

“kuroo please slow down, we don’t have to wait, just pull over.”

“pull over? as much as i want to, i can’t fuck you properly in the car, baby.” he said giving you a wink.

“well i wanna try it. i’ll do all the work.”

he then pulls the car over on the side of the road and turns off the headlights before climbing into the backseat, his legs spread and arms resting on the top of the backseats. he holds out his hand and you grab it, climbing over the console before making yourself comfortable on his lap, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

"you'll do all the work, huh? lets see it then."

you stare at him with big eyes, taking in his ever so serious expression and grip the hem of your dress, raising yourself onto your knees, and pulling it over you're head. kuroo stares at you, biting his bottom lip as he stares at your bare chest, the only pice of clothing left covering you being your panties.

you reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, staring his toned abdomen as it becomes more visible. you reach the last button and move your hands down to quickly unbuckle is belt. once you toss his belt behind you somewhere on the floorboard, kuroo reaches down to unbutton his pants, and raises himself off the seat to pull both his pants and boxers down.

he gripped his cock in his hand, giving himself a few slow tugs before you grab it and run your thumb along his tip. you reach one hand down to pull your panties to the side and place his cock at your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him.

you move your hands to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright as you slowly grind your hips into his, eventually moving yourself up and down once you got used to his size. you moan as you find a rhythm that you think feels good and you look at kuroo who is staring at the place where the two of you are connected, licking his lips.

as more time passes, you feel your legs start to burn and you get tired of moving so much. kuroo feels your movements slow and moves his eyes to look at your worn out face, before you rest your head in the crook of his neck, whining as you try to keep moving.

"kuroo, please." you whine into his neck.

"keep going."

"please, kuroo 'm so tired. wanna cum so bad, please help"

kuroo sighed before moving his hands from the backs of the seats, resting one on your hip and putting his other hand on the side of your neck as you sat up.

"baby can't do anything without me, huh?"

you moved your gaze away from his, looking down, starting to feel a little embarrassed. kuroo moved his hand from your neck to grip your jaw and move your face back up so you were looking him in the eyes.

"want me to take over?"

you lazily nodded as kuroo's eyes grew darker, a smirk forming on his face.

"course you do." he growled.

he placed both hands on your waist and slightly pulled you up before bucking his hips upwards into you. your hands quickly move to his shoulders, one of your arms wrapping around his neck so you could hold yourself up.

your moans and whines grew louder and louder as kuroo continuously rammed into you while he groaned into your neck. he reached up to grab one of your shoulders and pull you back so he could see your face.

"look at me. don't look away or i'll stop, got it?" he said

you whined while nodding your head, words unable to leave your mouth as you felt your face get hot. kuroo chuckled while his eyes scanned all over your face.

"look at you, baby. so fucked out, huh? i thought you were gonna do all the work, now look at us. can't do any of this by yourself, can you? god, you must really love me fucking the shit out of you."

you let your head fall, unable to keep looking into kuroo's eyes. he was so right, but you didn't want to admit it right now and you were getting so tired.

"i said look at me. you want me to stop?"

"no" you mumbled.

"hmm? why not, baby? tell me."

"feels so good. please don't stop, please"

"yea, it does, huh?" he chuckled, smiling at you as your eyes threatened to close.

"you gonna cum?"

you nodded at him, a breathy "yea" being the only thing you could get out of your mouth. your grip on his shoulders tightened as you moved to rest your head in his neck, your body giving up on you.

kuroo moved one hand to place it on the back of your head as the two of you got closer and closer to your highs, louder groans and more curses leaving kuroo's mouth.

"kuroo, i-im so close."

"yea? cum for me." he whispered in your ear.

you moaned into his skin and his grip on your waist tightened as he shot his load into you, leaning his head back to rest it on the top of the backseat.

the both of you rested just like this until kuroo helped you back into the front seat before continuing the drive home, undoubtedly thinking about how he was going to get you to go for another round.

[lou-lj]

Rescue

Robin x fem reader

A/N: I love Robin so much ahhhh

Summary: Your considered the calm, nice girl from next door. What the people don’t know is that your dating Robin and will protect her with your live

Warning: Homophobia / little bit of violence

“What are you a fucking gay?” The group laughed, while standing in front of Robin. She ignored them standing by the cinema, waiting for you. More insults soon following while they cornered her.

She didn’t want to make a scene, she didn’t even knew how they found out about her being a lesbian. She kept her distance and stayed silence. That’s how it goes, no one would defend the lesbian. That’s how the 80s were, the law was on their side.Therefore keeping your head down was all you could really do.

You however were having none of it. As you were driving on the parking lot you already were looking for her, but only saw some other teens standing near the wall. Getting out of you car you heard them talk rather loud. “You like girls huh? That’s disgusting, unnatural, you know that right?” Some slurs where thrown at the person they were talking to.

You got worried, normally Robin was the first of you to arrive. Walking over to the group you grew more worried every second.

There she stood, head hanging low, fists clenched. Your girlfriend was getting harassed by a bunch of nasty dudes.

Your brows furrowed, as a frown was building on your face, your jaw clenched and your mouth ran dry.

“Hello, Is there a problem?” You stayed friendly, apart from the irony that laid thickly on the words coming out of your mouth.

They turned around to you and while seeing their faces you remembered them from school. “Guys look it’s sweet Y/n, you remember the algebra course we had together?” You stared him down, unamused by the reunion. He noticed the tension coming of you and covered it with a laugh “That’s Robin Buckley. She went to school with us too, but don’t go near her. She’s one of those weird people that..” before he could finish your fist landed on his nose as he stared at you in utter shock. “Yes you douchebag, I am well aware of the fact that my girlfriend gets more girls than you do. Now take her name out of you dirty mouth you pice of shit.”

The look on his face was iconic, but you just grabbed Robins hand and walked back to your car. “Assholes! If they bother you gain tell me.” She looked at you with a mix of adoration and worry. “Where did you learn to throw punches like that?” She questioned while you laughed “I hold more secrets than you may think darling.” You smiled at her, “let’s go to my place and order some pizza.” You suggested to which she responded with a nod. “Sounds perfect my strong, amazing girlfriend.” She kisses your cheek, as you started the engine of your car.