#your-knight-in-shining-amour

[pucksandpower]

Fit for a Queen

Stand-alone Charles Leclerc x Reader / Lewis Hamilton x Reader / Toto Wolff x Reader / Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: all the ways that you partner loves to spoil you (a compilation of unrelated stories)

Charles Leclerc: His and Hers

You’re parked by the side of a winding road, smoke pouring out from the hood of your old car. As you curse the bad timing, your phone lights up. It’s a call from your boyfriend.

“Hey mon ange, I saw on the tracker that you’ve stopped. Everything alright?”

You sigh, “Not really. My car has decided to give up on life. I’m stranded.”

There’s a brief pause. “Where are you?”

“I was driving back from that little cafe we love in Nice.”

“I’m on my way. Wait for me,” Charles says and before you can protest the line goes dead.

True to his word, in less than twenty minutes, a sleek black Ferrari pulls up in front of you. The window rolls down to reveal Charles’ concerned face. “Need a ride?” He teases.

You laugh, your worries momentarily forgotten. “Always showing off, aren’t you?”

He grins, “Get in.”

Over the next few days, he insists you borrow his Ferrari. “It suits you,” he often remarks with a wink. Every morning, you’re met with the thrill of driving that beast, the roar of the engine, the luxury of the leather seats, the admiring and envious looks from strangers.

It’s heady.

One evening, after a particularly long day, you return home to find Charles waiting for you in the garage. Parked next to his car is a red Ferrari 488 Pista, a striking stripe in the colors of your home country’s flag running down the middle.

“What’s this?” You ask, your heart racing.

“For you,” he replies with a smile. “Figured you needed an upgrade.”

You’re stunned. “Charles ... this is too much.”

He steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Nothing is too much for you. I love seeing the way your eyes light up when you drive. I wanted to give you that every day.”

Your eyes tear up, overwhelmed. “Thank you, mon amour.”

He pulls you in, his lips capturing yours as he presses you against the Ferrari. “How about we take it for a spin?” He murmurs against your lips. “And maybe ... christen the new car?”

A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you nod in agreement, “I can think of a few ways to show you how much I appreciate the gift.”

Lewis Hamilton: Knight in Shining Armor

“What do you mean they’re foreclosing?” Your voice trembles as you pace the living room of your boyfriend’s penthouse.

“I’m so sorry, my darling. We tried to keep up with the payments but after your father’s medical bills ... it just became too much.” Your mother’s voice is heavy with guilt and despair.

Tears sting your eyes. “We’ll figure something out. I promise.” You end the call, sliding down the wall to sit on the marble floor, overwhelmed.

A discreet cough interrupts your thoughts and you glance up to find Lewis standing in the doorway, looking concerned. You didn’t even see him come in. How much did he hear?

“Babe, are you okay?” He asks softly, approaching you.

You wipe away your tears, attempting to put on a brave face. “It’s just family stuff. I’ll handle it.”

Lewis crouches down in front of you, his fingers gently tilting your chin up. “Talk to me.”

Taking a deep breath, you explain, “My family’s house ... the bank is foreclosing on it. It’s the home I grew up in, Lew. All those memories ...”

He pulls you into his arms as you break down again despite your best efforts, “I’m so sorry.”

A few days pass and you’re doing your best to focus on finding a solution when Lewis calls you into his office. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlook Port Hercules but you barely notice, still lost in your churning thoughts. A series of documents are spread out on the desk.

“What’s all this?” You ask, curiosity piqued.

“Just take a look,” Lewis urges with a gentle smile.

You start reading and realization hits. The paperwork states that the mortgage on your family’s home has been fully paid off. You look up at Lewis, incredulous. “Did you ...”

He shrugs modestly, “I overheard your phone call. How could I not help? That house means the world to you. And all it took was a few phone calls to make sure your family could keep it.”

You’re speechless, tears of gratitude spilling over. “Lew, this is ... I can’t believe you did this for me.”

He reaches out, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “I love spoiling you but it’s not just about luxury trips or designer clothes. It’s about making sure you and your family are safe and happy. Knowing I’m the reason for the smile on your face … that’s the best gift I could ever ask for in return.”

You hug him tight, overwhelmed by his gesture, and bury your face in his neck. “Thank you. This means more than words can express.”

He kisses your forehead. “Anything for you, love.”

Toto Wolff: Still Bejeweled

The ornate chandeliers of the luxurious Parisian boutique cast reflections from the exquisite jewelry on display. Toto’s hand rests lightly on the small of your back as you peruse the selection, clearly lost in the artistry of each piece.

“That will look stunning on you,” Toto observes as you admire a necklace with delicate diamonds cascading down, each gleaming brighter than the last.

You laugh, “I haven’t even tried it on yet.”

His confident smirk remains. “Doesn’t matter. I can tell.”

On impulse, you ask the sales associate to let you try it on. As it settles around your neck, you can’t help but be mesmerized by its beauty.

Toto steps closer, appreciating the way it lays against your skin. “It’s perfect. Let’s take it.”

You feel a flutter of excitement but reality sets in. “How much is it?”

Toto immediately interjects, “It doesn't matter, we’ll—”

“€290,000. From the Pluie de Cartier collection,” the sales associate replies with a practiced smile.

Your heart sinks. It’s astronomical. You gently take the necklace off. “It’s beautiful but not for me.”

Toto looks at you, eyes filled with an earnest plea. “Let me get it for you.”

You shake your head firmly, “No, Toto. It’s too way much.”

He sighs, a mix of frustration and understanding. “You’re worth every penny and more.”

You smile, touched by his words. “I appreciate it but I’m just not comfortable with you spending that much money on me.”

He nods, respecting your wishes, but the disappointment in his eyes is evident. After browsing a bit more, the two of you make your way out of the store, the necklace you both fell in love with left behind.

Life with Toto is a whirlwind of races, galas, and stolen intimate moments. The necklace, though unforgettable, fades to the back of your mind.

One evening, after a particularly lovely dinner, Toto guides you to the master bedroom you both share. The city lights outside cast a gentle glow and at the foot of your bed is a small red box.

Curious, you open the embellished leather to find the same necklace you had admired weeks ago. Tears spring to your eyes as you spin around to face your partner.

“You didn’t …”

Toto kneels before you as your shaky legs collapse backwards to sit on the bed. “I know you said you didn’t want it. But every time I saw it, I imagined it on you. I saw the glimmer in your eyes when you tried it on. It’s where it belongs.”

You shiver as he takes the necklace from your hands and gently puts it around your neck, his fingers tracing your skin as he locks the clasps together. “Toto, I ... thank you.”

He smiles, placing a tender kiss on your lips. “I just want you to have everything your heart desires.”

You lean into his embrace, the feeling of truly being cherished sending warmth through your whole body. “I already do.”

Max Verstappen: Jet Setters

You’re reclined on the couch, leafing through a magazine with one hand while petting Sassy with the other, when a sudden craving strikes. That gelato from Milan, the one you have whenever you are there with Max for the Italian Grand Prix. The mere thought has your mouth watering.

Seeing your restless expression, Max puts down his tablet and raises an eyebrow. “You alright, schatje?”

You sigh dramatically, cradling your pregnant belly. “I’m craving that gelato we had in Milan. Nothing else will do.”

He chuckles, “Are you serious?”

You nod, trying to suppress a smile. “Very.”

Without missing a beat, Max picks up his phone. “Alright. Milan it is, then.”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking, but within hours, you’re aboard a private jet, Milan-bound. The luxurious interior, plush seats, and array of gourmet snacks would be the highlight for most but your mind is firmly stuck on that gelato.

As the jet descends, the sprawling Lombard countryside greets you. Max holds your hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin. “Anything for my girls,” he promises, placing a kiss on your forehead and then your belly.

The car waiting for you outside speeds through the crowded streets, bringing you to the familiar storefront in Centro Storico. The owner, recognizing you both, greets you with a wide smile and hands over multiple coolers filled with your favorite flavor that Max called ahead for.

Back on the jet, Milan a fading dot in the distance, you sit contentedly savoring each spoonful as Max watches with a tender smile on his face.

“You could have had any gelato in the world and you chose this one,” he teases.

You grin, “Just like I chose you.”

He leans in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “And I would fly with you to the ends of the earth just to keep that smile on your face.”

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere police officer x reader

Yandere police man~ Who was your childhood friend and had known and loved you longer than any of your other friends.

Yandere police man~ Who vowed to protect you always and promised he'd always look after you.

Yandere police man~ Who never liked how you always made you friends so quickly but the thing that kept him sane was knowing that he knew more about you then they'd ever know.

Yandere police man~ Who became a police officer solely to truly be able to protect you from any sort of harm and would always stalk keep an eye on you while he was on patrol.

yes and keeping an eye on you totally includes watching you sleep and change from your window

Yandere police man~ Who is furious to find out you have a partner that isn't him and finally snaps.

Yandere police man~ Who uses his high position to frame your partner for a crime they didn't commit and gets them thrown in jail.

oh (partners name) did that I'm so sorry you have to go through this sweetheart how could they do such a thing :(

Yandere police man~ Who comes up like your knight in shining amour after your partner is in jail consoling you and comforting you.

I'm so sorry sweetheart but don't worry I'll always protect you and I'll do anything to keep it like that~

sry this is just a draft may delete it

[rosecochonnetduprintemps]

Dating Sanji would include...

Surprise for my talented and great friend @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone! Love you!

Fandom/Character: Live Action One Piece - Sanji

Contains: fem!reader, fluff, Sanji being Sanji, nsfw content under the read more as always so 18+ ONLY please or get blocked!

Reblogs are appreciated!! <3

You think dogs are loyals and loves you? You haven't seen him just yet.

If you asked him to run a marathon while wearing a neon pink jumpsuit with an apple hat... He totally would do it. And Zoro would mock him for it.

That's just how much he loves you. He's ready to do anything for you, to makes you happy and makes you smile because when you smile, to him it's the most beautiful sight.

LOTS OF FRENCH PETNAMES!! Mon amour, mon ange, ma déesse, ma chérie, ma princesse, ma colombe, mon rayon de soleil... He just can't resist himself.

Call him your prince (or even your knight in shining armor) and he would be melting in your hands. His smile when you called him your prince the first time was absolutely adorable and precious.

Trust me, he totally cook and bake you your favourites meals and desserts. It makes you smile and seeing you smile makes him so happy.

After all, why pay for an expensive meal when you have your own French cook that makes you the most delicious meals and know all your preferences on the tips of his fingers?

Plus, you know what it means? The romantic dinners are a m a z i n g. But of course, if you want to go to a restaurant with him to have a good time, he would be happy to oblige. He might judge the food but that's okay, as long as you are both having a good time together.

Everytime you notice him look at you, his eyes are just filled up with love as he look at him. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

NSFW

You think he loved to please you outside the bedroom? Oh dear, wait until you see him in the bedroom.

He loves when you get on top of him, wether you ride his cock or his face, he doesn't care as long as you are on him.

You are the greatest and most delicious thing he ever ate.

Plus, you are his goddess so of course his face is your throne.

So please, don't be shy, and take a seat.

Get pussydrunk easily and just looooves to lap at your juices and keep his face buried in your cunt, even after you've already came before. Your taste and scent makes his head dizzy with all the love and desire he has for you.

Yes, he will cum by just eating you out, but don't worry, he will get hard again.

He really love blowjobs, he loves seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock but because even during sex he is a gentleman, he doesn't want you on your knees. He would rather be laying on his back in the bed with you laid between his legs. Sanji also totally run his fingers through your locks.

He loves worshipping you and being worshipped. It makes him very blush when you leave kisses over his chest while jerking him off, he just melt in your hand.

He doesn't care if it's "too vanilla", he love the missionary position. Being able to see your pleasure on your face, the way you look at him, being able to kiss you, his hands moving over your body and holding yours... It's just perfect to him. But he would never say no to anything you would want to test with him...

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Main Masterlist: here!

[regulus-lantsov]

⁺｡˚⋆˙French not Monégasque | PG10 part four⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x Ferrari!user ( she her )

genre: social media au,

warnings: cheating ( not really it's just twitter going wild ),

summary: in which everyone thinks user is leaning french for her teamate and riot when she isn't 🩷

fc: Kika Gomezand other face claims ( It's my first smau so yeah )

part one

part two

part three

twitter ->

instagram ->

charles_leclerc

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, maxverstappen1 and others

charles_leclerc : Sorry to having hard launch you guys <3 But I made a cute post to be forgiven #pierreynsupremacy

tagged : pierregasly, yourusernamesenna

user35 : Charles is soooo dead oscarpiastri : R.I.P Charles maxverstappen : I'll protect you babe charles_leclerc : my knight in shining armor maxverstappen1 : I was talking to Oscar charles_leclerc : Betrayal landonorris : Back off Verstappen

user67 : Going out ? No. Monopoly niiight

landonorris : yn in her artist era

user80 : why is the first picture so cute ???

georgerussell

liked by charles_leclerc, sebastianvettel, nico_rosberg and others

georgerussell : Since apparently we need to hard launch our friends, let me hop in the train ! #pierreynsupremacy

tagged : pierregasly, yourusernamesenna

user67 : Yn and Pierre will kill them when they will have connection again

charles_leclerc : ✊✊ join me in our death

alexalbon : NO GEORGE NOT YOU

maxverstappen1 : Okay. I'll join in the train

charles_leclerc : YEAH MAXIE

user68 : They are literally so cute

maxverstappen1

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, charles_leclerc and others

maxverstappen1 : Guys I'm going harder so they'll kill me first

tagged : pierregasly, yourusernamesenna

yourusernamesenna : You. are. all. dead.

pierregasly : VERSTAPPEN NOT THIS MEME

yourusernamesenna : Nevermind Max you are forgiven because this meme is sooo funny

maxverstappen1 : nevermind Charles and George. I was shivering in fear

georgerussell : traitor

charles_leclerc : Mon amour ??? Are we Romeo and Juliette ??

maxverstappen1 : Yes

alpineF1 and Ferrari

liked by yourusernamesenna, pierregasly, redbullracing

alpineF1 and Ferrari : Hard launching our drivers too.

tagged : pierregasly, yourusernamesenna

yourusernamesenna : HOW DID YOU GET THIS PICTURE OF HERMES ??? AND THIS ISN'T MY CAR ( you are forgiven because Hermes supremacy )

pierregasly : She's so cute ... The literal heroine of my live

charles_leclerc : The drugs or ... pierregasly : 🦸🏽‍♀️🦸🏽‍♀️

user69 : They are already my favorites

user7 : I can be your dog ! I know how to bark

charles_leclerc : Wow beautiful couple

yourusernamesenna : 🗡️🪦👼

charles_leclerc : Pierre she is threatening me agaiiin pierregasly : I'm sorry but the old Pierre can't come to the phone right now. Why ? Cause he's staring at his girlfriend's ass yourusernamesenna : you are dead too pierregasly : Yes please. Hot

part five

[misshoneyimhome]

would you be willing to do a Joseph Woll smut? maybe his girlfriend losing her virginity to him. i feel like he’d be so sweet and caring in the prep and aftercare but the next morning she’s craving joseph again

Well, of course, love! Although, I have to admit, I'm really not that great at first times, apparently - at least not in my opinion 🙈

I tried to keep to soft and romantic, but perhaps I made it too soft? 🤍

Anyway, I still hope it's enjoyable 🌺

Warnings; smut 18+; first-time, reader losing her virginity, fingering, protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 4K (it was not intended to be this long)

・✶ ｡ﾟ

The First Time | Jospeh Woll ⚡️🌺

Joseph Woll - Quite possibly the friendliest guy around, and he happened to be your boyfriend.

Being a tad older than you, you weren’t entirely sure why he'd opt to be with someone like yourself. Joe was a skilled hockey goalie, and with his genuine kindness, he could easily charm any young girl. Meanwhile, you were just a young woman trying to find your way through grown-up life.

Yet there he stood, Joseph Woll, with his gentle gaze and soft smile, choosing to be by your side. It had only been a few months since you officially became a couple, but it felt as though you'd known each other for an eternity. Every moment spent with him was brimming with joy, warmth, and a feeling of belonging.

You often found yourself pondering how lucky you were to have him in your life. He was more than just a hockey player; he was your confidante, your staunchest supporter, and your rock. And now, as you sensed your relationship blossoming, you couldn't help but wonder where this journey would take the two of you.

**

You’ met Joe in a charming café in Toronto, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and fate orchestrated a serendipitous meeting. With your arms burdened by books and papers, you stumbled clumsily, causing your belongings to scatter across the floor. And in the midst of this chaos, Joe emerged like a knight in shining amour, swiftly coming to your aid.

With a friendly smile and a gentle demeanour, he assisted in gathering your scattered possessions, his presence quelling the embarrassment that threatened to engulf you.

Handing back your books, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Looks like you could use a hand there," he remarked, his voice warm and comforting.

Blushing slightly, you nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, I'm usually not this clumsy though," you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He simply smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No worries, happens to the best of us."

His smile was utterly captivating. His brown hair tousled just right by the occasional breeze from outside, and his prominent ears giving him an endearing and charming appearance.

"Well, thanks anyway," you said sweetly, but for a moment, neither of you seemed to step out of each other’s way.

Joe wasn’t entirely certain why he felt so drawn to your gentle manner, but a small part of him wished fervently that this moment with you could stretch on indefinitely. So instead of letting it fade, he chose to take a leap and prolong the conversation.

"So… you’re into pianos?" Joe suddenly inquired, his brows furrowing with curiosity as he glanced at one of your books.

“Oh, well, yeah, it’s kind of a New Year’s resolution, but I haven’t really managed to play much,” you admitted shyly.

“Well, I happen to play the piano myself, and I know quite a bit about it. If you don’t mind, I could join you for a drink and share some insights?” he proposed, indicating the empty seat opposite you.

"Sure, I'd like that," you replied, a touch of excitement fluttering in your chest.

And so, amidst cups of steaming coffee and shared laughter, your dialogue flowed effortlessly. From exchanging thoughts on your favourite books to swapping anecdotes from your lives, you found yourselves completely absorbed in each other's company, the hours slipping away unnoticed.

**

Joe had naturally been the most romantic gentleman when your relationship began. Following your initial meeting, he'd been nothing but considerate, arranging a proper date at a cosy, intimate restaurant. True to his gentlemanly nature, he picked you up and drove you home, focusing solely on engaging in heartfelt conversations and deepening your connection.

On subsequent dates, he whisked you away to museums, followed by more coffee outings. Then, on the fourth date, he extended a heartfelt invitation to his home to cook you dinner. He even serenaded you with a few tunes on his piano, creating an atmosphere straight out of a fairy tale.

His approach was unlike that of most men you'd encountered in recent years. They were typically the stereotypical frat boys, fond of getting drunk and hitting on young women, often resorting to groping. While many of your friends may have been drawn to such individuals, you shared no such inclination.

You preferred to keep to yourself, finding solace in the simple joys of curling up with a good book and savouring a cup of tea. And this suited Joe perfectly.

You weren't one to partake in wild nights out clubbing every weekend or engage in promiscuous behaviour. Instead, you possessed a depth that made you far more intriguing. Always composed and serene, you listened to Joe with a peaceful smile, your laughter like sweet melodies.

As weeks evolved into months and your bond with Joe grew deeper, you found yourself increasingly at ease and secure in his company. Yet, one aspect remained a source of insecurity for you. Though not entirely uncommon for someone your age, discussing the topic and admitting the truth still felt awkward: you were a virgin.

And aware of Joe's past relationships, you knew that he wasn't.

But what troubled you most was the longing to confide in him, even though you were unsure how to broach the subject. You had a strong feeling that Joe, being the kind-hearted person he was, would never judge you. The challenge lay in finding a way to mention it, as casually as possible.

You thought about the issue for some time. However, on your next date, where Joe had once again invited you over for homemade pasta and relaxed piano lessons, it seemed as though fate had decided the moment had arrived.

After enjoying the most simple and romantic dinner a man had ever prepared for you, you found yourselves nestled together on the sofa, your favourite TV show playing in the background.

On the third date, Joe had given you a quick peck as he escorted you to your door. And by the fourth date, your kisses had grown slightly deeper. However, tonight, you felt a longing for more – yet Joe, always respectful, was almost frustratingly so. You didn't want to come across as too eager, but as soon as his lips met yours, you were captivated and craving more than just a fleeting kiss.

And as you cuddled on the sofa, you found yourselves irresistibly drawn into each other's arms, sharing a sincere, passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in sync as you gently explored Joe's mouth, your fingers twined in his hair while he held you close.

He positioned himself half on top of you, mindful of his larger build, as your legs entwined with his. And it was then that you felt it. Through his thick jeans, you could feel his member growing firmer with the escalating intensity of the kiss, and suddenly, a new sensation enveloped you. Something you had only felt in solitude - a rush of desire.

Easing back a little, you broke the kiss, allowing both of you to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" Joe asked tenderly, earning a slight nod from you. "So, what's on your mind?" he asked softly, locking his pleading gaze with yours.

Feeling a bit apprehensive about expressing your thoughts, yet also buoyed by a surge of confidence, you decided to speak up. After all, he must be thinking the same thing, judging by the noticeable bulge.

"Um, well…" you began slowly. "You... um... you're turned on?" you half inquired, half stated as gently as possible, not wanting to embarrass him. But Joe remained unruffled. Instead, he simply chuckled softly, briefly glancing down before returning his gaze to you.

"Oh yeah... sorry, I can't really help that, this um, this just feels really good," he admitted softly, a broad grin spreading across his face.

And you couldn't help but smile too. "It really does…"

There was a brief moment of comfortable silence as you pressed your lips together, maintaining eye contact with the man above you.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable," Joe expressed once more, his concern and kindness shining through.

But you simply shook your head gently. "You're not… I just…" Once again, you hesitated for a moment before revealing your true desires. "I just haven’t… ever… done something," you softly admitted, feeling your cheeks slowly flush.

And once more, Joe offered nothing but a gentle smile. "y/n, you don’t have to feel embarrassed about being a virgin…"

His words eased your anxiety a little. "Really?"

"Of course not! Honestly, I can only respect that choice, y/n," Joe added tenderly. "Just promise me you'll tell me if I ever cross a line…"

"Oh Joe, you're not! And to be honest, I really do want… more… it's just… I don’t know how," you admitted once again, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joe remained silent for a moment, considering how to proceed. It was no secret he desired you; his body language spoke louder than words after all. Yet, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel pressured into something you didn't want.

"Well, if and when you're ready… I'd like to show you."

**

Joe had insisted on waiting a few days before taking things further, wanting to ensure you felt ready and not pressured. Which you had reassured him countless times. And finally, the night arrived when you would share your most intimate self with him.

You had naturally heard a lot from girlfriends, so you had some idea of what to expect, yet you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You'd be completely naked, and Joe would touch your most private areas.

But of course, he had gone out of his way to make you feel at ease. With candlelight and soft piano tunes, he had set a comfortable atmosphere at his home, aiming to keep it romantic and gentle.

And he had succeeded. As soon as he gently took your hand and led you to the bedroom after a casual dinner, all sorts of anxiety washed away. He was nothing but sweet and caring. Guiding you to lie on the bed, he kissed you deeply, his hand gently cradling your face as your lips moved together. His tongue politely sought permission to enter, and you welcomed it eagerly.

You felt incredible under Joe's touch. The way he carefully moved his hands around your body, gently massaging you as he pulled you closer to him, felt nothing short of amazing.

And Joe took his time with you, making sure you felt at ease as he kept the kiss deep and passionate, gradually feeling himself becoming aroused too.

Then, breaking the kiss momentarily, his eyes locked onto yours. "Are you certain about this?" He asked softly, to which you gave him a sweet smile and nodded.

"Yes, Joe," you replied, your voice soft and tender, yet tinged with excitement. With your consent, Joe positioned himself between your legs, kneeling as he guided you to relax completely. His gaze remained fixed on you, ensuring he would notice any hint of discomfort.

Then, gently, he began to move his large palms up under your shirt, feeling your smooth skin against his soft hands, before he encouraged you to sit up slightly so he could pull your shirt over your head. As you sat with your breasts exposed in your lacy bra, carefully chosen for the occasion, Joe remembered to kiss you again.

Giving him a smile, you signalled for him to continue. Still with his lips on yours, he used his skilled fingers to unclasp your bra. Although it looked good on you, Joe wanted to feel your skin against his. Your breasts were perfectly round and your nipples hard, indicating your arousal. He then guided you to lie back down as he slowly moved his lips to your neck, placing gentle kisses while his hand massaged your breast.

"Does that feel nice?" Joe murmured against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a delightful shiver through you.

"Y-yes," you muttered, feeling yourself yielding more and more to him.

"Good, just relax," he spoke tenderly, before shifting to the other side of your neck and attending to your other breast with his hands.

"Mmm," you softly moaned, surprising yourself as you melted into his touch.

Being with Joe was truly wonderful. Already, you felt remarkably at ease under his touch, and you almost couldn't wait for him to proceed further.

Yet he maintained a leisurely pace. With care, he withdrew his tantalising lips, moving to kneel beside you, before he located the button on your jeans with his fingers. Skilfully, he unfastened them and slowly pulled them down your legs, revealing your matching lacy underwear.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment at being so exposed to Joe, yet somehow, he made you feel comfortable, creating a calming atmosphere in the room.

Returning to your lips, he gently planted another kiss. "If it makes you more comfortable, you can slip under the covers while I undress," he suggested, his voice incredibly soothing. And with a soft nod, you complied, while he slowly undressed as well, revealing his erect member.

You couldn't help but gasp as you beheld his size, proudly standing against his lower torso. It appeared quite large to you, though lacking any real comparison. All you could ponder was how it would fit inside you, as you had only experimented with your fingers a few times, and they didn't even come close to his dimensions.

Joe seemed to sense your slight astonishment. "Don’t worry, I'll make sure you're comfortable," he reassured you, returning to the mattress and joining you under the covers, where he once again connected your lips in a tender kiss.

Gradually, you relaxed once more, his calm demeanour rubbing off on you with each passionate motion. And as Joe slowly moved to remove your final piece of fabric, exposing your heat to him, he broke the kiss, yet keeping his gaze fixed on you at all times. Carefully, he encircled his long fingers around your core, smoothing your skin as he inched closer to your sensitive flesh.

Then reconnecting your lips, he delicately trailed his fingers between your folds, gently caressing your sensitive bud and lightly probing your entrance. You released a small breath, briefly breaking the kiss, before resuming as you felt the pleasurable sensations he was inducing.

And only when Joe felt you were completely at ease did, he let his fingers tenderly stroke your clit, sending small sparks of pleasure through your body. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, intensifying the kiss as you felt a new wave of excitement beginning to build.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" He whispered softly into the kiss, and all you could manage was to moan in response. "Good…"

Joe couldn't help but relish the way you lightly moaned and shifted under his touch. All he desired was to ensure he brought you pleasure, and from the way your fingers tangled in his hair, he took it as a positive sign.

Breaking the kiss once more, he pulled back to observe your expression while gently applying a little more pressure as he circled your clit. Then noticing your moans becoming more rapid and uninhibited, he sensed that you were experiencing the pleasure he aimed to provide you.

And indeed, you were. The knot in your lower abdomen tightened as Joe continued to tease your nerve endings, and soon you felt your legs trembling lightly, losing all sense of control. Your hands shifted to grip onto his shoulders as the intensity within you heightened, and soon you realised this must be what an orgasm felt like.

"Oh… Joe…" you softly moaned, closing your eyes tightly as he maintained a steady rhythm, bringing you closer to climax. "Yes…"

And before long, you felt a small spasm wash over your body, as you allowed yourself to succumb to the moment, your mind enveloped in a blissful haze.

Joe couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the pleasure, he was bringing you. "Did you enjoy that?" He chuckled lightly, though he already knew the answer, as he withdrew his fingers slightly.

"Yes," you simply breathed out as you slowly came down from your high.

There was a tender moment lingering, yet the air was thick with steamy desire. Then, with his eyes still locked onto yours, Joe slowly let his fingers slip further down, gently stroking your moist flesh as he approached your entrance. He studied your face, ensuring you still felt relaxed under his touch.

And when he noticed your controlled breathing, he slowly pressed a finger against your opening, gently pushing as he felt your tight walls around it.

“Mmm…” you moaned softly. Even with just one finger, it felt much better than anything you'd ever tried on your own.

And Joe felt rather satisfied with how well it was going, how wet you were, which had been part of his intention when bringing you to climax first. And as he observed your face showing small signs of pleasure, he slowly added a second finger, ensuring it felt good while also gently stretching you.

Despite feeling his own arousal building, his cock throbbing and slick with pre-cum, his primary focus was on your need. And as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, your walls tightening around his digits as he stimulated you, he thought that you might be ready for him soon.

Your fingers lightly dug into his shoulders as you savoured the pleasurable sensation of his fingers inside you. However, the more he massaged your insides, the more you yearned for him. Another small knot was slowly forming in your stomach once more, and now as you understood what it meant, you felt an even deeper desire to be satisfied.

“Joe…” you softly mumbled between moans. “Please, I want you…”

And your wish was his command. “Alright,” he whispered in your ear, before gently withdrawing his fingers from your core, leaving you feeling a bit empty, yet filled with anticipation.

Then kneeling back, he leaned over to the nightstand where he retrieved a condom packet, carefully tearing it open before sheathing himself. Your eyes followed his every move attentively, your core patiently waiting to be fulfilled.

Hovering over you once more, Joe positioned himself in missionary, his gaze still locked on you as he aligned himself with your entrance. “Let me know if it hurts,” he spoke firmly, earning a nod of confirmation from you. Your hands found their way to the back of his shoulders again, your eyes deeply connected with his as he slowly eased his length inside you.

“Oh… God…” you muttered under your breath as his member stretched your tight walls.

Joe felt nothing but pleasure as he filled you up, slowly reaching the very depths of your insides before he paused. Both of you needed a moment to catch your breath; you were overly stimulated, while Joe needed to exercise restraint. The sensation of you around his sensitive member was heavenly, and he felt a surge of pride being the first one you let in.

“I’m going to start moving, okay?” he softly inquired, earning another nod from you. And then very carefully, he withdrew a little before pushing back in, and then again, very slowly. Your nails almost dug into his skin as you felt the exquisite stimulation of his cock against your walls, your mind drifting into another blissful haze and your vision slowly blurring.

And Joe soon found a steady rhythm that brought you both pleasure, still slow and cautious as he didn’t want to overwhelm you. However, as your moans gradually grew louder with every thrust, he found it increasingly difficult to hold back. Gradually, he began to increase the pace, your wetness allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly.

“Mmmm… yes, oh…” he muttered under his breath as he rocked his hips against you, his cock throbbing with every motion. Similarly, you felt your core dripping and pulsating as he made love to you.

“Joe… Mmm… I think- I think I’m going to…” you couldn���t even finish your sentence as a rush of pleasure coursed through your mind, body, and soul, his length guiding you to another orgasm, your eyes closing as you surrendered to the euphoria once more.

Which only brought Joe closer to his own climax as your tight walls clenched around him, his pace picking up once more. He had to close his eyes as well as he felt himself about to reach the peak, and with a few more thrusts, he finally let out a deep grunt and surrendered to his climax.

“Oh yes…” he moaned loudly, allowing himself to thrust slowly and deeply a couple of times as he released into the latex.

There was another moment of silence as you both regained control of your breaths, your hearts beating faster as you slowly returned to reality from the euphoric state.

Pearls of sweat had formed on Joe’s forehead, his eyes opening again to meet yours in a romantic gaze.

“Was that alright?” he softly inquired with a crooked smile, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Joe, it was absolutely wonderful,” you flashed him a satisfied smile. And for another few seconds, you allowed yourselves to just enjoy the intimate moment.

“Good…” he returned your satisfied smile. “Just try to relax, sweetheart, and I’ll be right back,” he informed you with a soft tone before carefully withdrawing his length from your core. Offering him a nod, you watched as he walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

And while he was cleaning himself up, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness wash over you. Your mind still basking in bliss as you reflected on tonight and how sweet and gentle Joe had been, how understanding and caring he had shown himself to be.

It hadn’t been painful at all, contrary to what some of your friends had warned. Instead, Joe had taken his time to ensure you felt nothing but pleasure, even bringing you to your very first two orgasms.

As you lay there in the romantic yet passionate ambiance, a smile played on your lips. And as Joe returned to the bed, he wore an equally contented smile, a damp cloth in his hand, which he delicately used to help you clean your juices from between your legs.

It was nothing short of an amazing evening, the way Joseph helped you explore your own body and desires, followed by him offering you a t-shirt to sleep in and whispering sweet nothings as you simply lay in his embrace. You chatted for a brief while, both of you wearing broad smiles, as he tenderly caressed every inch of your body, still ensuring you felt relaxed and comfortable even after making love. And as satisfaction filled your mind and body, tiredness descended upon you both, and gradually you drifted off to sleep in each other’s warm embrace.

**

As morning slowly crept in, you still felt a lingering sense of pleasure in your core. And what made your early smile widen even more was waking up spooning with Joe, his large frame enveloping you, while his morning wood pressed against your back.

And sensing your slight movements, Joe also slowly stirred from his slumber.

“Morning,” he softly murmured into your hair, planting a gentle kiss as he held you close.

“Morning,” you replied with a husky morning voice, before turning around in his arms, your tired gaze meeting his.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, I think we both know I slept wonderfully,” you let out a light chuckle. “How about you?”

“Hmm, I slept well too, especially with you in my arms…”

You couldn’t help but smile as your eyes remained locked. “Did you have any… uhm, dreams about me?” you inquired, slightly mischievously.

“Hmm, not specifically,” Joe chuckled lightly, propping his head on his elbow. “Why?”

“Oh, well then you must just be really happy to have me here…” you teased sweetly, hinting at his once again firm member tucked away in his boxers.

“Yeah, that’s kind of normal,” he chuckled again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to have you here,” he added, smiling before leaning in for a tender kiss.

“Hmm,” you hummed into the kiss before pulling back slightly, your mind filled with desire for the man lying beside you. “Well… maybe… it deserves a little attention…” you sweetly suggested.

“Oh, you're already up for round two?” Joe grinned playfully, pulling you a little closer to his warm body.

“Maybe…” you admitted softly. “I guess it was just that good…”

And Joe couldn’t exactly disagree with you. Flashing you a flirtatious smile, he then kissed you again, this time in a deeper and more passionate manner, before pulling apart.

“Well, then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting, miss,” he said with a smile before attending to your desires with a playful chuckle.

[erxxi3]

A fluffy fanfic where Leon is doing push-ups and you decided to sit on his back to make it harder pleaseeeee (he doesn’t even break a sweat lol). Love your fics! <3

This idea is very cute omfg I’m literally giggling and kicking my feet tbh, I can actually imagine this in my head…

Thank you for loving my fics and the support. 💋

I love u my lovely!! &lt;3

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— Stormy Days

Pairings: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: The reader waking up to Leon not being in the bed, but drops him a text to see where he is at and he is at the gym working out. The reader asks him if he wants her to bring him food and he says yes. (Basically thats where the request comes into play) NOT PROOF READ!

Cw. Just fluff and its just nothing besides Leon being the best boyfriend on the fucking planet. :)

Character Count: 9.8k

You woke up, as always, with the sensation of your body floating. This sensation, and your memories of last night's events were fuzzy at best. You knew you had been out drinking with friends from work, and that it was a Friday night.

So why was it still raining outside?

And how did you get back to your apartment building?

You didn’t remember going anywhere you were intoxicated with alcohol to the point where you had to be watched over, like some damsel in distress, and your boyfriend had to come to the rescue scopping you up in his arms like a princess taking you back to the car.

Driving home in the heavy downpour, he would hold you tenderly against him like you were a broken toy in need of repair. He would kiss your cheek when you asked for help getting out of the car, which he seemed more than happy to do. And even though you would feel bad about it later and tell him so, you would secretly admit that this memory of being held lovingly by your knight in shining armor really warmed your heart. Anyways that wasn’t the point.

You had awakened finding yourself in the empty bed.

There was no sign of your knight in shining amour of a man who had been there when you fell asleep. You wondered if he had left somewhere today —he did, and you checked that your purse was right next to the bed and the phone still sitting untouched on the nightstand. Picking up the phone and having texted him to see where he was, so that you can bring him food.

“Hey, love. wya rn?” Had been sent and read at 1:30pm.

*Leon sent one attatchment with image*

“At the gym, babe. Hope you like this. ;)” He replied back.

As you clicked on the image it’s him showing off his abs in the gym mirror, in a black compression shirt (of course with his shirt lifted just a bjt revealing his pack). His face was turned away so you couldn’t quite see it properly, but you could see the muscles rippling.

‘That's better than I expected,’ was all you said. As soon as you typed this, you hit send, but not before thinking to add a quick ‘Love you xo!’, It was a picture that you liked, because it showed his abs well in contrast with his hair —and the dimpled smile plastered on his face that he was obviously trying to hide.

You also thought of sending another message asking if he wanted you to bring him lunch, which he said yes to immediately after reading the text.

It was a nice way to spend an evening, especially considering you didn’t want to stay home alone. But now it was time to go out to see him. The last thing you needed to do was either decide to pick food up or make it yourself. If you chose to buy something for both of you to eat, there was no reason you should be this indecisive right now because either way he’d still appreciate both options. After making that decision, you decided to text him that you are on the way, meaning that you’re going to resort to just picking up food.

So grabbing some things from the kitchen, you grabbed your coat, put on your boots, and got ready to leave. You head to your car and started the engine. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, you need food first. With a shrug, you start driving to the closest restaurant you know Leon likes. You know he goes there every other week for lunch with the team.

It took a little while, but finally you found a parking spot. Walking into the building, your eyes scanned the room, odering it to go and paying. The food came out quickly than you imagined, yet it was starting to feel like a better day due to the fact you can leave a lot quicker to see him.

The gym was at least five minutes away , maybe ten. No problem there, then. When you left the restaurant, your next destination was nearing end, and you parked exited the vehicle , heading towards the front door. Just as you approached it, you could see Leon working out through the window and you were excited to see him.

Almost running inside, you place the bag of food next to him, as he is doing his pushups. “I brought food…” Your hand moved towards the bag, but stopped short at the last second, feeling a bit weird about the gesture. You looked at Leon and saw that his eyes were closed, his chest moving fast as he was pushing himself up and back down off the floor.

He looked good doing so…

He looked like a hero, to be exact.

“You won’t mind if I sit down would you?” You asked tentatively. Leon opened his eyes and glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not at all.” A small smirk made its way onto his lips. “You’re my guest. Sit down wherever you’d like.” You grinned mischievously sitting down on his back, as he continued to do his workout.

You could feel him tense up slightly from underneath you, then relax again, but it didn’t seem to be a problem that you were on him, however, he didn’t seem to break a sweat at all. He just kept doing what he was doing without breaking stride. After a minute you started to think he could do it forever, until he told you “Aright, I’m gonna need you to get off of me, princesses.” his words made your face flushed, when you got up off of him He stood up he wiped his forehead with a towel, then turned around to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “What? Why? Did you find something wrong with my form?” He laughed. Of course he wouldn’t have noticed if that you were blushing, but it was obvious due to the fact you were a tomato red.

“No, silly! Just wondering why you called me princess..” The way you spoke made your cheeks heat up even more. Leon smiled, “Well, I figured that since you’ve spent most of the weekend sleeping with me, I guess it only made sense to let you know you’re my princess.” He smiled. “Plus,” he chuckled, “It’s attached to me ever since you keep calling me your knight in shining armour.”

Your face brightened as you giggled. “I only thought to mean that you belonged to me.” You looked up at him as if your gaze could melt him. He chuckled. “You have been mine for quite sometime now, dear, you can hardly blame me for thinking so.” He finished smiling down at you, leaning down to press his lips briefly against yours.

After a short silence, you pulled away from him and said “Well, that’s not a fair tradeoff at all. I don’t want you claiming me because you’re stuck with me. I want you to claim me because we’re in love.” Leon raised his eyebrows at you. “Why did we ever choose to date each other?” He joked lightly.

“Well, it was either that or get married.” You joked. Leon bursted out laughing at your joke. “True. We do fit perfectly together, don't we?" He looked down at you and stroked your face softly. You nodded, smiling. Suddenly the sound of rain hitting the roof outside was heard. “Looks like it’s about to pour hard again. We’ll have to take home then.” He looked outside the window.

“Yeah...” You agreed sadly. “But I don’t wanna take home yet.” You pouted. “Oh… Well... we can eat our food first. Then we'll leave…” His voice sounded very reluctant, you realised as his eyes flickered away from your face. “Or we could do both. We’ll eat, then we’ll leave, then we’ll come back here later next week?” You suggested. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s hope that everything goes okay today. If it doesn’t, well then...” Leon trailed of. “Well, we’ll try and figure something else out.” He shrugged, giving a half smile.

“Let’s hope we’re not stuck waiting for hours.” You said, shaking your head. Leon hummed, agreeing. As you both ran towards the car with everything getting in the car, the sky seemed to darken significantly. It looked ominous. And as you drove along the road back home you knew that this would be one of those days, where everything seems to go wrong and there’s nothing that can fix it.

When the two of you arrived home, you dropped your bags on the ground before heading upstairs to grab a change of clothes from the bathroom. Leon sat down on the sofa and started watching tv as he waited. After a few moments, you came back downstairs and put a moive on, as you were about to binge and eat your food. You walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, taking a bite from your sandwich before you continued talking to him.

“So, how long do you think the rain will last?” You asked looking out the large front windows, seeing the heavy grey clouds outside. Leon glanced at his phone. “I’m not sure, princess. It looks like we’re going to get some pretty bad weather soon. We might have to call it early, and get some rest.” You nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

‘Hopefully we won’t get any storms tonight though. If we get a storm, I won’t be able tp sleep tonight…’ you sighed to yourself. As you ate, and watched the TV, and talked with Leon, time passed by quickly.

You had finished eating and you hadn’t really gotten much sleep so you ended up falling asleep laying on his chest, your head laid comfortably against his shoulder, your arms holding tightly onto his shirt as you slept, completely oblivious to the fact that you were wrapped in Leon’s arms. As you were slowly drifting off you felt Leon’s head ontop of yours, while he was asleep as well.

As you both fell asleep in a warm embrace, the rain never stopped pouring down and you woke up the following morning covered in a blanket, snuggled close to Leon’s body. You stretched your limbs lazily and yawned deeply. Once you felt the need to wake him up, you tried to move but suddenly he hugged you tighter and placed a soft kiss on top of your hair. “Mmmh…. good morning~.” You said, still half asleep. Leon groaned in response as his arm tightened around your waist. “Heyyy... I was hoping you’d stay a little longer with me....” you giggled quietly and placed another light kiss on top of his hair. Deciding to stay with him long, leading you both to falling back asleep in an extremely peaceful position.

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[thus-spoke-lo]

Because i cannot get the One Piece live action trailer out of my head and I would absolutely yeet myself into the ocean if it meant Sanji would save me...have this.

A lithe arm wraps around your torso as you’re dragged from the darkening depths of the sea, and Sanji, your ever-vigilant hero, lays you down on the deck and kneels beside you. Slender fingers quickly pinch your nose shut and soft lips press to yours, breathing warm air into your aching lungs. You turn your head and cough and sputter, water spilling from your mouth onto the deck as your grasp for him weakly, muttering his name under your breath.

“Oh my sweet, are you alright?” Sanji asks, fussing over you as he cradles you in his strong arms, holding you to his chest like something precious and fragile while he gazes down at you adoringly. “You need to be more careful, mon amour, that’s the third time this week that you’ve fallen in.”

“I know, Sanji, I’m just so clumsy,” you lament as you run your fingers along the length of his lapel. “I’m lucky you’re always here to save me.”

“Of course, my darling, I’ll always rescue you, whenever you need it, I’ll be your knight in shining armor.” He runs his thumb along your lower lip and his eyebrows knit in worry, a gasp leaving his lungs. “Darling, your lip—it’s bleeding. I’ll have Chopper come take a look at you, okay?”

You nod as he gently lays you back down on the deck, his hands lingering on you a moment more, and you spy Zoro walking towards the two of you, shaking his head.

“You just lay there until you have your strength back,” Sanji says as he starts to walk towards the galley, “and go and get yourself changed so you don’t catch a chill. I’ll go make you that tea you like, and you come to the kitchen when you’re ready, okay my precious jewel?”

“Thank you Sanji,” you coo, “you’re so good to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Anything for you, my dearest,” he says, clutching his hands to his chest as if he were trying to contain his tender heart from escaping. “And hey mosshead, why don’t you do something useful for once and carry my darling upstairs?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbles as he walks towards you. You stand of your own accord and start to head for the stairs before he can engage, but a strong grip on the back of your collar yanks you backwards.

“Hey,” Zoro grunts into your ear, just above a whisper, “I know you know how to swim.”

You turn and stare at him blankly, shoving your hands in your pockets as you shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh I think you do.” He grins and crosses his arms across his broad chest. “You and Nami were swimming in that little lake at the last island, and you seemed to handle yourself just fine.”

“Well, I mean, I can tread water okay, that doesn’t mean I can actually swim, and…” You trail off as he quirks his eyebrow at you and cocks his head. “Fine, Zoro, how much do you want to keep quiet? I can give you a hundred.”

“Let’s say fifty,” Zoro says as he walks away, “but next time, try to fall in muddier water, I wanna see him ruin one of his stupid suits.”

[rosegasly]

- master list.

MAX VERSTAPPEN 🧡

snow on the beach ❄️ 

⇢ summary: crashing into him in the middle of nowhere a day before christmas wasn’t part of your plan, but then again, spending the night with him in a car wasn’t either. alter; max is the knight in shining armour no-one expected him to be. 

⇢ genre: fluff, eventual smut, sprinkles of angst along the way maybe? slow burn.

⇢ pairing: max verstappen x female reader

Chapters: one ||

lavender haze 🔮

⇢ summary: “I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”   

⇢ genre: tipsy & risqué 

⇢ pairing: max verstappen x best friend reader

Chapters: oneshot.

you came out of the blue 🐳

⇢ summary: she is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her.

⇢ genre: fluff

⇢ pairing: max verstappen x female reader/oc

Chapters: oneshot

PIERRE GASLY 👑

maroon 💋

✧ summary: your period has left you with an itch only your boyfriend can scratch. alter; an excuse for me to write shameless dirty smut.

✧ pairing: pierre gasly x female reader.

✧ warnings: spit play, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, menstrual sex, dirty talk, blood, filthy sex.

Chapters: oneshot

wish on elevens 💫

✧ summary: "Sure mon amour. Podium's a good look on you anyway," you quip, scrunching your nose and smiling in an attempt to ignore the way your heart stops and beats again, racing twice as quick and strong.

✧ pairing: pierre gasly x female reader.

✧ genre: fluff. dutch-gp 23

Chapters: oneshot

tbc xo

[hannahdalaney-blog]

learning something new

Shane Walsh x plus-size reader

summary: Shane starts showing the reader affection, follows the story (with some changes).

warnings: 18 + ‼️, typical walking dead things, angst, misunderstanding,

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened, even through all the movies and shows you watched countless times the walkers still got you. You're not dead but you might as well be, your not very strong and overweight for the apocalypse. Shane found you while him and few others went on a run. You had hidden yourself away in a trailer almost unconscious but awake enough to try to fight off the group. Shane talked you down and took you back to camp, you decided to stick with him or at least close to him.

A man like Shane needed something to protect something to call his and you were that something. He spent every second he could spare making sure you had everything you needed. The first thing he did was move you into his tent but making a separate bed, you didn't think Shane saw you in a romantic light more of a child he needs to take care of. It hurt but it was fair you didn't have much independence but Shane to you was a knight in shining amour, he was strong and attractive and so far he's been kind.

Sleeping in the same tent as him was hard at first you found yourself staring in the dark but over time you slept like the dead. Knowing he would be there most nights let you fall into bliss. When rick showed up you could see the weight lift off his chest and of course the smile on his face. He had talked about Rick before saying how they were brothers and how he felt he had to take care of Lorrie and Carl. You understood that feeling but didn't speak on it choosing to let him have the moment.

Sitting at the fire that night almost curled into Shane as everyone else sat next to their family. Rick noticeably relaxed and happy with his family, it was cute the picture perfect family. Shane sits back into you while keeping his eyes on the fire, the gesture shouldn't do so much to you but it felt like a fire had sparked inside of you. You tried to focus on the stories Rick was telling but his weight on you was too distracting. Finally you are relived from embarrassment when ed starts acting like an ass.

That night was the same as any other you kept a distance, turning over to look at him you catch him looking back. It felt like you got the wind knocked out of you, he just blinked and smiled.

"can't sleep?" his voice was low and tired.

"yeah, you?" you ask and he goes quiet for a minute.

"I'm just thinking."

"about Rick?" his eyes snap to yours alarming as it is a pleasing shiver goes down your spine.

"it must be exciting to have him back." he turns to lay on his back putting his hands on his chest.

"yeah, I really thought he was gone." you unknowingly moved closer to him.

"well now you can relax right?" he let out a breathy chuckle.

"unless the dead stopped rising I don't think I can." you scoffed, he was so uptight and worried about everyone. Most would think that's a good thing but it makes him tense and moody.

"I think you should a little, Rick can take care of his family and you can finally ask out Andra." your heart breaks a little at the end but you push through, you would have to be blind not to see the way she looks at him.

"what?" he turns back over crossing his arms.

"you should do it, I mean who else are you gonna get with?" you smile, you shouldn't but you do after all he did for you he should be happy.

"are you not on the table?" time stilled for a minute, and then you couldn't stop giggling. Now was not a good time to giggle but you didn't know what else to do just the idea of what he said was laughable but him actually saying it did something else.

"I am but that doesn't mean anything." you wipe the tears from your eyes and look into his...angry ones.

"why not?" he shuffled closer propping himself up on his elbow.

"I- do you want it to mean something?" you could feel your breaths get deeper and your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate.

"maybe" he came closer until he was on your side of the tent leaning over you.

"you should give clear answers Shane." you were scolding him now but you didn't know what to do he was being confusing and annoying. He didn't answer for a while just looking you up and down as much as he could.

"Sha-" he cut you off grabbing the back of your head and kissing you. At first it was kinda scary but then you realized what was happening and melted into the brick wall of a man.

He kissed you slower and more calmly as he moved his hand to the back of your neck. Then he stopped leaving you to chase him opening your eyes to look at the man who could not be real. He looks at you and then slides himself down so that he was laying on your bed. You didn't move, this was confusing and slightly embarrassing but he positioned you so that he was behind you clinging on to your stomach and sliding his arm under your head.

"clear enough?" you could hear the humor in his voice, his nose bumping the top of your head. He wanted to sleep? How? You rolled your eyes not knowing where to put your hands but decided to lay them on top of his. Hearing his soft snores behind you really sent you over the edge, this was real and not a dream.

The next morning was rough, Shane had chosen not to wake you up so you opened your eyes feeling cold and confused. You stumble out of the tent to see a few people missing, walking up to Lorrie you look around.

"where is everyone?" you ask your voice a little scratchy from the nonexistent sleep you got.

"their all stupid, for Merle Dixon?" she was washing clothes at a concerning rate. Of course they went back for him and of course it was Rick's idea he's that kind of guy. Not that it had anything to do with you sure he was nice and you loved Carl but that wasn't your place.

"Morning sunshine." a way to happy Shane appeared. You step away from Lorries angry washing and closer to the wall of muscle.

"why didn't you wake me up." you lower your voice looking at the ground. You didn't know what this was or if he even wanted it to be anything which would mean that hell froze over.

"you were passed out, thought it would be best to leave you be. Not that you would wake up anyways." you smile and nod.

"so what do you need me to do today." the tone almost shifts imminently his stance more straight and his gaze shifting from one thing to another.

"whatever you can we're a couple men down." you nod trying to look at him as best as you could with the sun blinding you.

"ok, well I'll get on that then." You move to walk away when he grabs your arm pulling you into him.

"just stay close to camp don't wonder off." then he kissed the top of your head and sent you on your way.

It was almost horrid how he seemed to make you feel like you've lost your mind just at the smallest kiss. Not to mention you didn't know what this meant, was he just being an ass and doing it on purpose or if he actually liked you. You shook the thoughts out of your head as you start getting to work, you did a lot. With most of the hunters and protecters gone you had to learn to fish.

Amy and Andria usually did it and you learned a lot just from watching and over hearing them telling stories. Amy had offered to take you out fishing and you did for a couple of hours.

"we should go back in, its getting late." Amy said reeling in her line, the both of you caught a couple dozen fish. You've never felt prouder about doing anything for the camp now you could feed everyone.

"yeah, we did good." you smiled at her and she smiled back. Amy was always sweet you got along pretty well.

"so what's with you and Shane?" the sly smile that played on her lips felt like she was teasing you and to a small degree she was.

"uh to be honest I don't know." you shrug and slide the poles out of your way so that you can bring the boat back into camp.

"well I think he likes you." your face felt like it had been lit on fire.

"maybe, I don't want to think about it too much." you hop off the boat Amy making sure it doesn't float away.

"ill put these up, you should talk to him." you nod and thank her but just as you turn around something grabs you.

You scream trying to runaway as soon as you felt the cold yet wet flesh against your skin. Walkers? How could they have gotten here? Where's Carl and Sofia? Of all the things running through your mind you choose to worry about the people around you, then your own safety came in mind. Just as quickly as you screamed your ears filled with other peoples screams.

The camp started to fill with walkers starting to attack everyone around them, you pushed the walker off and tried to run to the kids. Shane was running around shooting everything he could make out as a walker but it's dark, too dark. You run to Carl and Lorrie who are hiding behind Shane, he seemed to out of his mind to even notice you.

"you ok?" you yell trying to get them to hear you over all the screams, they nod and you turn back to the mess in front of you. Trying to pick them off as best as you can while staying close, you saw Carol and Sofie inter the small circle.

By the time it was all over you were covered in blood and sweat, everyone who fought the walkers were. Some didn't make it out but the kids were safe. Shane made sure you were ok and then went to fixing everything again because that what he does. Rick and the others come back, without merl. Honestly the guy seriously creeped you out he would always stand a little to close and say pervy things under his breath.

Everyone thinks merl lead walkers to the camp as some form of revenge it all went in one ear and out the other, you lost people you lost Amy. It didn't hit you until you sat around the bodies their faces covered in blood, you don't like crying in front of people so you pushed it down. Things needed to get done so you would focus on that, you got up and wiped your shaking hands on the thighs of your shorts.

That night you stayed up and helped the men as best as you could with the bodies but they just moved a few before Shane told everyone to pack it in. You couldn't sleep though so you took watch letting Glen have a break from what you heard about what happened in the city he needed it. You perch yourself on the camper a riffle in hand and binoculars in the other.

"what are you doing up there?" Shane called his hand on his hip.

"watching?" you roll your eyes not bothering to look at the man.

"you should go sleep, we're leaving in the morning." he climbed up to your level sitting next to you, his gun in his lap.

"how about you? Shouldn't you be in bed?" you look him up and down, this was supposed to be your alone time so that you can process and deal with the shit show that just happened. He didn't say anything just stared at you and then he smiled for a second.

"you ok?" his voice was soft and low he was sitting so close you could hear him breath and smell his sweat. In any other situation this would be a huge turn on but right now it kinda made you sick, like you can't breathe.

"i'm fine, we're gonna have to do something about Amy." you change the subject hoping to get him to back down. He sighed and wiped his hand over his face looking away from you.

"I know, we'll do something tomorrow." it was surreal that she was gone, that anyone was gone. You didn't want to deal with it so you decided on shoving it way back in your mind which meant you needed to get rid of her.

"ok" is all you said almost forgetting to say anything, you didn't want to. You wanted to sit with your mind and talk yourself into forgetting them. Shane backed up a little but he didn't leave he didn't say anything either he just sat there and so did you.

When the sun started rising so did the people, everyone crawling out of their tents and cleaning up the mess.

"stay here." Shane ordered and you listened, to be honest you were tired. As soon as you closed your eyes you were being yelled awake; or at leas that's what it felt like.

"come on." Shane helped you get down and take the chair with you. Rick had the idea to go to the CDC hoping to find something that won't be there. Everyone piled into different cars which Shane practically dragged you to his.

"did you get my stuff?" you didn't have much but you wanted what you did have.

"of course, its in the back." you wrap around the truck and got into the passenger seat.

"you should sleep on the drive." he starts up the car and you lean on the door falling asleep as quickly as you could.

The CDC was like heaven, you could finally shower and get clean clothes. Shane kept you close to him but not at a suffocating distance and he didn't speak much he just kept a hand at the small of your back. He was nervous you could tell and that made you nervous. Everyone decided to spend the night drinking but you called it in early heading to an empty room.

You locked the door as soon as you got in keeping the lights on, you can't trust anything anymore. You slip under the covers pulling the blanket over you but you couldn't sleep. Being here was too good something was going to go wrong you knew it. The door handle started twisting shuffling feet moving, the sound alone made you panic.

"hey....open the door." he was quiet and he sounded a little drunk. You sigh and open the door watching him almost stumble in the room.

"what are you doing here?" you whisper closing the door and locking it again. Watching him look around the room, he sets down his bottle on the small round table next to the bed.

"I came to sleep." he said it so plain and simple like it was a stupid question for you to ask. You sigh rubbing your eyes and standing there as he gets comfortable, taking off his belt and shoes.

You lay in the bed deciding not to watch him take off his pants. Making as much room as possible you scoot over to the wall but face him. He joins you getting as close as he can without actually touching you.

"did you want to sleep all by yourself?" he asked and while you held on to looking into his eyes he was looking everywhere on your body that he could.

"no, I just thought you would....I don't know" it makes sense you would sleep together you've been doing it since you got with the group.

"we need to stay together." his voice that was soft was now rough and desperate.

"I know, we will." you move a little closer without noticing and he does the same, his hand coming to cup the side of your face.

"something isn't right here." he was just staring at your lips now.

"I know." as soon as you got the last letter out he kissed you, it was soft and kinda slow. Kissing him made you feel like you were wanted like he of all people would choose you. You kissed him back but you were sloppy and rushed, you wanted more. But he breaks away ending your want and replacing it with hurt.

"you should slow down." he was the drunk one. You pull away completely lost in the pit of sorrow you built for yourself. He could see the way that your face turns into a hurtful confused look.

"do you not....want to do more?" you were really just asking him if he wanted to touch you if he could stomach it. You hated feeling this way, you don't hate yourself but it was jarring to see a man as good looking as him be attracted to you.

"I do, I just..." the pause alone had you going into a spiral, you were overthinking you know that but you couldn't stop.

"that's fine. We-we don't have to do anything." you quickly turn over before he could defend himself. You shove your body against the wall and breath through the tears forming.

[siren-serenity]

ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

[f6bron]

his knight in shining armour.

pairing : chamber x gn!reader

notes : fluff, established relationship, ballerino!chamber, sunshine x grumpy trope, no plot (?) i just write whatever's in my head, not proofread (fuck it we ball rahhhhh)

Sidewalk cafes hum with conversation, where both locals and newcomers soak up the day. The city’s magic fills the air, creating unforgettable moments for all to enjoy. The sun cast a warm, golden glow across the street of Paris as you made your way to Chamber’s apartment.

The familiarity of the route was comforting as you walked, thoughts of seeing him today brought a smile to your face. Over time, you had become a regular visitor, and the apartment keys you carried were the evidence of the special bond you and Chamber shared.

The door unlocked with a soft click, the scent of familiarity enveloped your sense as you stepped into his cozy apartment. You announced your presence by calling his name.

“Vincent ~”

But you didn’t receive any response, and you paid no mind either. 

You knew Chamber well enough when it comes to his artistic side, and how passionate he is. With a soft smile, you ventured deeper into his abode, your steps coincidentally harmonized with the distant notes of a beautiful melody coming from his studio.

As you opened the door to his studio slowly, a breathtaking sight unfolded before your own eyes, which made your heart skip a beat. Your lover, Chamber, cladded in soft ballet attire, moved with ethereal grace. He was lost in his dance, his movements flowing as if he were an extension of the soft melody that surrounded him.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to be a silent observer, appreciating the beauty in front of your eyes. His beautiful self.

But your presence was soon caught by the reflection in the mirror, his eyes meeting yours. Surprised flickered across his features, a brief pause in his movements before he gracefully regained his composure.

“Y/N?”

“Hey.”

Chamber immediately ran to you with open arms, ignoring his dance session entirely. He nuzzled his face on your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent, the scent he had been longing for.

“Mon amour, why didn’t you tell me you’re in Paris-”

“Because it was supposed to be a surprise, Vincent.”

His face lightened up, with a soft smile sent on your way which melted your heart. He, then, peppered your face with small kisses as if his life depended on it. And, yes, Not giving you kisses does kill him.

Not having you by his side kills him the most.

“I thought you were busy…?” He mumbled the question between his kisses, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

A soft chuckle escaped from your lips as you caressed his right cheek. 

“Pftt, I can’t spend so much time buried in work. ‘Missed seeing your pretty face.”

Chamber’s calloused hands cupped your cheeks, his touch as comforting as the soothing melody playing in the background. “Oh, mon amour…  you didn’t have to do that…”

You playfully rolled your eyes, hint of amusement in your eyes.

“I did it because I wanted to, okay? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Both of you stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment, before you broke the silence. With a gentle smile, you held up a white box filled with his favourite pastries.

“Anyways, I brought you your favourites.” 

He raised his eyebrows, “You…”

“You told me you were craving these last night,” you confessed. “So… I decided to give the bakery a visit. You know, the one you frequently go to.”

You remembered.

Blush painted on Chamber’s cheeks, his gratitude on your sweet gesture evident in his eyes. “Oh, darling. Do you love me so much that you’re willing to go out of your way to tend to my cravings?” he teased, with a hint of a mischievous tone

“Shut up… I just thought I needed a snack too, that’s all.” You looked away, awkwardly scratching your nape, trying to shift your focus on making your flustered self disappear.

What a liar. You did not need a snack at all.

He’s right, you did go out of your way to buy the pastries. All because he was whining on the phone that none of the bakeries were open at 1AM last night. Oh my days, you thought. This man did not just wake you up with 14 missed calls and 3 voicemails for this. 

I mean, yeah, he actually did. You’re not surprised at all.

Which reminded you this one time where he called you, bursting your eardrums while he screamed for help. 

“Mon dieu! (My god!) Y/N! You need to get here ASAP- Ah!!! Merde—” Then the call ended abruptly. Of course, you rushed to his office, afraid that he might have injured himself while tinkering with his guns.

Until it’s not. 

You stood at the office door, glaring at the French man fighting for his life over… a flying cockroach.

“Y/N! Aide-moi! (Help me!)”

Long story short, you successfully removed the cockroach, with Chamber glued behind your back as if you were his shield.

Though, he did tell you were his knight in shining armour, coming in to save his life.

“And that makes me the princess, Y/N. Your princess.” He said, with a wide grin on his face.

You groaned, “Godspeed, Vincent…”

Both of you were seated on the studio floor, enjoying the sweetness of the perfectly baked pastries you brought and the peacefulness of your shared moment with Chamber. As the last crumb disappeared, he leaned on his hand with his soft gaze on you.

“So, tell me, how’s your day, chérie?”

A sigh escaped from you as you recalled your day, “Not much… I was cooped up with paperworks sent by Viper, and then there was Killjoy… couldn’t stop nagging me to borrow some of my equipment and shit…”

Chamber chuckled, “Killjoy truly adores and looks up to you, I can tell. You gotta be nice to her sometimes. Give her a chance, hm?”

You shrugged, “We’ll… see…”

He smiled softly, his gaze never breaking away from you, “It’s okay to open up to others, even for just a little bit. I’ll always be here for you, mon amour. I hope you know that.”

You groaned, “Vin… I’ll be fine…”

He sighed, “Non, stop saying that. I just want to help you, so please, let me.”

You were about to continue, but none of your words came out of your mouth so instead, you nodded in defeat.

His smile was tender as always, a silent reminder of the patience he carried in him. 

“C’est mon amour ~ (That’s my sweetheart ~)”

He tries his best to support you in any way he can, as far as how unnecessary it can be. 

The conversation flowed effortlessly, with Chamber rambling about his day and you nodding to his words. A gentle reminder of the comfort you found in each other’s company.

Chamber stood up, wanting to continue his dance session. As he started to do some stretching, you told him, “Let me help.”

He settled on the floor, his limbs stretched in a graceful arch, your hands on his sides offering support. 

“Merci, mon amour.”

After a few moments, out of blue, he tugged you closer by your arms which took you off guard and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Lied on his back, Chamber wrapped his arms around your neck while you were on top of him.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him with a playful smirk, “What was that for?”

“Tu m'as manqué, chérie… (I missed you so much, love…)” 

You sighed, “I was only gone for two days…”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “I felt like I was going to die by not having you in my sight.”

You smirked, “You missed me that much, huh?”

Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he playfully covered his face with his hands. Your laughter filled the room, the sound blended with the emotions surrounding the room. 

“Aaaand the monsieur Fabron is acting all shy now,” You pried his hands away from his face, pinning each of them beside his head, “You have to finish what you started.”

(A/N): chamber is my princess <3

masterlist.

[clouds-by-me]

𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Request; All I can think of is when Scaramouch becomes wanderer and remembers who he was and how he would react. I can just imagine him being absolutely horrified and better yet what would have happened to the winged reader?

Yan!Genshin x winged! Reader

Character; Wanderer, Xiao

Gene; Angst, Yandere

Au; Winged!reader, also implied black reader

Synopsis; being A winged creature of such purity, you'd expected to gain someones interest, but not like this, not in this horrific way.

An: I hope that you don't mind that I added some more ppl...

@owl-witch-prompts

Wanderer

•Scaramouche was obsessed with reaching God hood, it was all he really talked about. After so much time he just left...

•Not that you were complaining

•He went months without coming back, and in that time, you managed to escape. And once again you were free, as free as a bird

•Paranoia still was engraved in your bones, but you managed, living in a large tree, isolated from the world and you didn't even mind

•That was until you saw him

•And things got worse when he saw you

•Behind his eyes you could see something change, and that look so you deeply stained in your mind that instantly you ran. Your right wing was far from Healed, so that was all you could do

•And he chased you, calling out to you. Yelling something like an apology

•He tired convincing you that he'd change

•From that day he stayed close to you much to your oppose

•There wasn't a time when he wasn't around

•He stayed around, protecting you, buying things for you. He did his best you respect your boundaries, but he couldn't help it! he had to stay near you at all times! what if you got hurt? he has to be there to keep you safe

•soon you had no choice but to accept him, it's not like he would've given you that option anyway

•there were times where some of your friends just suddenly went missing however

•he claimed to have nothing to do with it but you know that hes hiding something

•he has helped you a lot, and with the help of Nahida, he healed your wing

•him being so nice to you was a hard concept to grasp but once you got used to it. that's just what it became

•it would still be best to stay cautious though

"i'm glad that you've grown to trust me, i don't know what i would've done if you didn't"

Xiao

•this man has been around for a long time, and he has met a lot of people, so when he saw you for the first time, he was surprised to find that he felt drawn to you

•whatever it was that you made him feel, he wanted more, he needed more

•you didn't meet him until after him knowing you for close to a year when you were attacked by a group of treasure hoarders

•and like the knight in shining amour he is, he came to your rescue

•he had known you for close to a year by then, but it was your first-time meeting or even acknowledging his existence

•it was like cupid had hit him with an arrow all over again. sure, he had seen you, but touching you? that was something else

•it didn't take long for the start of your relationship to start

•he'd protect you, while you provided him with your company

•when it came to you, there wasn't one foe he wouldn't kill, and to him everyone was a foe

•things between you both were great, and hiding things from you wasn't hard

•he had already kept his existence from you for about a year, so it wasn't hard to keep anything else from you

•the two of you became close, so close that you even trusted him to touch your wings, and once that happened his feeling for you could only grow

•whenever you gave him attention of any kind, he loved it

•he was so happy when you went crying to him about your friend dying after falling off one of the many cliffs of Liyue

•he helped you take care of your wings, and got you everything that you needed to keep them healthy

"i'm always going to provide for you and love you, no matter what"

[monin1ca]

Hello, hope you’re well. Could you please write a Chamber imagine where the reader (female or general, idc) says ily for the 1st time? And the reader doesn’t know for sure if Chamber loves them back but he happily & passionately says iyi back. Nothing nsfw, thanks!

Word count:495 

Warnings: nothing~~ just pure fluff

Sypnosis:

“Vincent.”

“Hm?”

You breathed in softly, shutting your eyelids closed;

“I love you.”

The hushed ‘swoosh’ of the wind sent shivers down your spine, even though a thick duvet covered your body; head-to-toe. In front of you, a beautifully carved mantel with elegant clocks softly ticking alongside the occasional crackling of the fireplace, the dancing flame bringing heat into your shared home with Vincent.  ‘The morning would show the beauty of the ice for sure,’ You thought, allowing your brain to be empty, content to exist and be. Your head whipped in the direction of the soft crunches of the snow; you smiled. ‘It must be Vin.’ 

The soft bell rang, signaling Vincent had entered the home. Muffled shuffling of feet and thumps were heard as he made his way to you. “Ah, Mon Cheri. How I’ve missed you….” Your boyfriend hummed, his cherry-tinted fingers skimming your skin, then placing a small peck on your forehead. “Just where have you been, Vincent?”  You playfully pouted; the marksman kneeled at the side of your makeshift fort; “Me? Haha! I was out getting you the most delectable Hot Chocolate of your life!” Vincent proudly presented it; the cup smelled heavenly. Mumbling a soft ‘thank you,’ you carefully took the hot cup and, taking a few sips of the drink, you squealed, delighted. “It’s lovely, Vin!” “See? I know your tastes, mon ange.” 

Your lover hunched down to the level of the fireplace, feeding the fire more logs. The fire roared as it continued to grow and consume the wood. Dusting off his hands, he placed himself beside you, smushing your small fort of pillows and blankets. “Vin!” You whined, softly punching him as he mumbled, “What now?” “You ruined my fort.” “Ah, but aren’t I a great addition? I’m your knight and shining armor, am I not?” You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, c’mere big boy~.” Your arms and legs tangled together as you basked in each other's warmth and love. Vincent’s hair was ruffled, as was his coat. Though he didn’t seem to mind as much, he was half-asleep. While you were taking in his beauty, every perfection and imperfection reminded you how much you love this man.

“Vincent.”

“Hm?”

You breathed in softly, shutting your eyelids closed;

“I love you.”

The silence was almost deafening, but you couldn’t force him to say it back. It was heavy words that not everyone could say to another person. Nevertheless, you wanted him to know how you felt.

“Amour, open your eyes.”

Obeying, you slowly opened one eye and saw Vincent smiling and blushing. Not from the cold but from your words.

“I love you too. I love you to the moon and back.”

You beamed happily, snuggling closer to your man. 

Author’s note: HII I’M BACK FROM MIDTERMS! I THINK THIS WILL BE MY WARM-UP WRITING SINCE IM A BIT RUSTY BUTT DO FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS! 

[hisokakissmeplz]

Can I have a knight kurapika saving female reader from yandere warlock theif chrollo you can add nsfw if you want and nen

light nsfw afab reader

You kissed him goodbye with a sorrowful smile. He had to go, no matter how much you both wanted him to stay. Kurapika adorned his Knight's cloak and chestplate amour, the metal cold against your chest as you hugged him and sent him off on his way.

Unbeknownst to you, the man Kurapika was hunting, a thieving warlock watched from afar.

Chrollo had been watching you since his last mission. A simple heist that he almost failed because he couldn't keep his eyes of you.

Something about how you swayed your hips as you walked or how your eyes lit up with emotion drove Chrollo insane.

This was his chance, his chance to finally take you as his. To steal you away from that stingy little knight.

He summoned his bandit book like he had a million times before, casting a bewitching spell he conjured up the image of a hurt kitten. Knowing that you were too sweet and whole hearted to leave a hurt kitten alone in the cool autumn air.

The kitten hollered only a few moments before you came rushing out the door and to the rescue.

But Chrollo was waiting for you.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, restraining almost all movements as you desperately tried to wiggle free.

Tired of your struggling, he casted a sleeping spell over you.

Waking up, your eyes began to adjust to the damp and erie shack you were in. You began to struggle against the chains holding you there.

A smooth and soft voice rang through your ears.

"Darling, I'm so glad you're awake."

His voice held no malice, but you could feel the dangerous aura oozing from him.

He stepped into the light and only then could you make out the delicate, yet handsome features of your capturer.

Chrollo, the theiving warlock who Kurapika left you to hunt. If he had only stayed a little longer. You thought as you struggled once more against the chains.

"It's pointless, my dear."

Your capturer's voice rang out again through the grimy old building.

"They're nen chains, much like the ones your precious knight in shining amour uses. They're simply unbreakable."

Chrollo began to walk closer. His footsteps echoed through the walls, sending shivers down your spine with every step.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this? To finally have you."

Closer.

"To see you, your pretty little eyes with that determined and optimistic look."

Standing in front of you he kneeled down to whisper in your ear.

"You think he's going to save you, don't you?"

He took his finger and slid it between the chains over your mouth, pulling them loose so you could speak.

"You won't, he won't let you get away with this!"

You spat at him with as much anger as you could muster.

"Oh darling, perhaps I need to persuade you."

He stayed kneeling beside you, his finger coming up to twist around a lock of your hair.

"Then maybe you'll see my side of things."

His other hand crept dangerously close to your chest.

You squirmed against the chains, pulling away from him.

"Darling, please don't pull away. I only wish to make you feel good."

His fingertips brushed gently against your collar bones.

"Please just give me a chance, a chance to show you how much better I can treat you."

His cold fingertips against your bare neck and jaw as well as his warm breath fanning across you ear sent jolts down to your core.

You don't know why you agreed, something about the suave in his voice and the pleading tone he took made you curious. It made your head spin.

You nodded slowly and he wasted no time letting his hands slip into your blouse. His cold hands brushed against your bare nipples and you moaned out loud at the sensation.

"Oh God, you sound so perfect. Such a shame that little knight has to keep you all for himself."

His hands groped even harder at your chest.

Your face flushed and Chrollo groaned at the sight. He finally got to touch you, after waiting and watching for so long.

The sound of glass shattering broke your feelings of bliss.

"Chrollo."

The familiar voice called out from behind you.

Thank god he was behind you, otherwise he would have seen the look of pure lust painted across your face.

Shaking it all away you called out desperately for him.

"Kurapika! Kurapika I'm over here!"

You squirmed against the chains harshly and Chrollo smirked at you before standing up to face Kurapika.

"Sir Kurapika, might we discuss this elsewhere? I wouldn't want to offend the little lady."

Kurapika must of silently agreed because you heard their footsteps drift into the other room.

You could hear arguing then what had to be an altercation by the sound of it.

You shut your eyes tightly, praying to whatever god that would listen, Kurapika would be okay.

It must've worked because there he kneeled, loosening your chains and pulling you free.

"Are you alright, my love?"

You nodded and leaned against him as he help you stand up.

"Let's just go home."

Although you were shaken by the experience, you couldn't help but wonder about Chrollo.

okay that's all sorry it's super short

[romanarose]

Congratulations bb!!

May I request a small humble Drabble with any of the moon boys + “quick, kiss me!”

Could be anything ❤️❤️

"Quick, Kiss Me!"

Moon Boys x Reader

Romana's 1000 follower celebration

Bold is Steven's thoughts, Italics is Marc, Red is Jake

Summary: A guy at the bar won't leave you alone, luckily you see someone recognize... you think.

Warnings: Creepy men, mentions of drinking.

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You would think he could take a hint.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have convinced him to change his offer to buy you a drink into buying you the loaded nachos you wanted for the outrageous price of 16.99, but you were hungry! And you did intend on chatting with him while you ate. Unfortunately, not long after the chicken nachos arrived steaming at the bar top, he get leaning in too close and not even trying to not stare at your body.

THEN he should've gotten the hint, because you began to try and make every excuse possible to get out of there, your attempt to get up being met with his arm around your shoulders. He didn't grab it or anything like that, but it was enough to bring you back into your seat.

That's when you saw him, you're knight in shining amour, Steven Grant, your coworker. Was it a bit strange to see the man you had a crush on and thought you knew so well, standing in a crowded bar dressed in clothes that were very much not him, but hey, maybe he's different outside of work, right? Either way, you trusted Steven, and knew he'd help you in a pinch.

"Oh! There's my boyfriend!" You say, grabbing your trey of nachos and sliding out of his grasp before speeding off towards Steven.

"Your what- hey! I paid for those!" You can hear him stand up and as panic seeps him, you pick up speed.

Oh shit, Jake, that's her Steven said in the head space.

Steven see's you, greeting you by name but notes the worried express on your face. "What's-"

Give me the-

Before either had a chance to finish their sentence, you cut both Steven and Jake off.

"Quick! Kiss me!" You whisper, still clutching your food as you wrap your arms around him.

Jake Lockley was not one to say no when a pretty girl wanted to kiss him. Taking your mouth into his, Steven (Jake) kissed you passionately, moving at the pace you set and tasting the shitty fake Mexican bar food on your lips.

Jake! Marc chastised. You know damn well Steven has a crush on her!

Well, he's still technically kissing her.

Sweet, innocent Steven was an erotically good kisser, and you briefly forget the purpose of the kiss; you are reminded when you hear yourself moan embarrassingly, and quickly pull your mouth away.

"Sorry." You said, not able to look at him while he still held your body to his. "That guy wasn't leaving me alone."

Jake looked up to see a man glowering at you, and briefly forgot to pretend to be Steven. "Aye! Are we gonna have a fucking problem?" Jake shouted, causing a chunk of the bar to turn to him, and he swelled with pride at having such a pretty girl in his arms at the moment. The man scampered off pathetically, and Jake released you as Steven took the body.

"You alright, love?" There was such soft concern in his eyes, he seemed almost a contrast from the version of him that had so vehemently threatened the man causing you problems.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Your mouth was already full of your food. You glance back to him. Beautiful. "You're a good kisser, Steven."

I could show her what this tongue can really do

Behave

Steven chuckled. "You sound surprised."

"Maybe a little." You giggle back, then gesture at your ill-gotten gains. "Wanna finish these with me? There's a fuck ton."

Steven almost declined on account of the food choices, but Marc took the body before Steven could protest to the cheese and chicken while Jake complained that he could make 'real' nachos for half the price.

"Of course, who am I to turn down a pretty girl like you?" Marc faked the accent, but he couldn't fake Steven's mannerisms quiet as well.

Weren't you just scolding me for kiss her?

I'm not kissing her, but I'm gonna set things up for Stevn too

And set things up, Marc did.

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Take a shot every time Romana's blorbos protect the reader from bad men

(don't do that you will be drunk)

[jessyurahara]

The Drunken Bars- Mamoru Kishi-

Mamoru and (Y/N), Mamoru and you, who would’ve thought you could end up where you are now, questioning if you’re even half the person you used to be, while you wait, with hope that he’ll appear in front of you, but you no longer even know him. 

Hands grasping at the bars in front of you, resting your forehead against the cold steel, you never thought you’d end up here, you remembered how you’d fallen in love with him from the back of his cop car, the detective was never straight laced, so did it shock anyone he was in love with a criminal like yourself? 

No. 

What did shock you? 

That after all this time he could hang up on you in your time of need. You’d die for Mamoru, he wouldn’t die for you. 

Swaying against the bars, you found yourself laughing, anyone watching would think you were insane, you weren’t you just found yourself questioning your own sanity, half convinced that Mamoru would call back, Mamoru would show up and bail you out. It was just a fight, just another fight, he’d never done this before. Turning, sliding down, feeling the cool metal against your back, shirt riding up, you rested your head in your hands, you dread to think what you looked like right now. Probably the same as the day he’d met you, another drunken street fight with some thug. 

The day you’d met Mamoru Kishi had changed your life, you remembered drunkenly explaining your story, young, drunk and alone, having just smashed a glass over a mans head, leaving with little more than a black eye and a whole lot of pride, you’d laughed as you regaled the tale to him, you were so damned proud of yourself. He’d been so strong when he’d thrown you in that car, and damn had he looked hot as he drove, smoke hanging from his lips, a lazy gaze drifting back to you, tracing your every movement as you excitedly explained every detail, you swore you’d even heard a short laugh slide past his lips, and like an over excited kid, he’d found you in the station every day after that, whether it was of your own will or not, constantly begging for his attention, telling him your small stories, things there was no need for the detective to know about you, then you managed to get him to give you his phone number, and you couldn’t count the amount of times you dial this number drunk, and yet like a knight in shining amour he would show up, collecting you, stopping your regular bar fights, because he was there before you could start them, it was like he was healing something inside of you, like you were no longer a danger to yourself. 

Mamoru Kishi, your very own lazy knight, you adored every moment you spent with him, never did you think he would leave you like this. 

And then there was one fight, and then another, and another, and you found yourself promising you would forget about him over drinks, and you swore to yourself you had, and yet as you were thrown in the back of that cop car, you felt as though you were reliving the night you’d fallen for him, and when you handed over his name as your one phone call. 

You swore he’d pick up. 

And the first time he didn’t you found yourself crying, but you repeated the same process, and that’s how you found yourself here, it had to be the fifth time in two weeks, but you kept on handing over his name as your phone call, and every time, it would ring, and ring, you swore you could picture him, sitting in that messy apartment, just watching his mobile ring on the coffee table, not caring. 

Coughing up some new tears, you didn’t know how you’d fucked up your relationship to this point, to end up, young, drunk and alone. 

All you could hear was his voice on repeat in your memory through the haze of the drinks, repeating how much he loves you, he wasn’t the man you thought he was, you would’ve died for him, and in that cell, you wanted him o come and pick you up off of the ground, but he was pretending like he no longer knew you, like he no longer loved you. 

“(L/N), (Y/N) You’ll be free to go in the morning”, you heard an officer repeat outside of your cell, and turning on him, you rubbed your eyes, attempting to hide the fact you’d been crying, 

“Just let me have one more call, he’s got to pick up” You found yourself begging, he wasn’t going to listen, despite all the officers looking the same, you could see the pity behind his eyes as he looked at you, a new bruise forming under your eye as you pretended to be strong, 

“I beg you, just let me call” You whispered more to yourself, something screaming that this would be the time he would pick up, and yet gazing at the officer he shook his head, 

“I swear he’d going to call me back” you continued to rationalise with yourself, as the officer walked away from your pleas. 

You couldn’t see it, you’d never know, Mamoru heard every call, he got told about every report, and sitting at his desk, head resting in his hands, he didn’t know what to do anymore, it was as though he never knew you, and yet, what more couldn’t he expect he’d met you while arresting you, he knew you weren’t perfect, and yet he was watching you spiral, listening to your every plea, getting feedback on your downward spiral and you fell further and further from grace. 

God Mamoru loved you, and getting the latest report of how much faith you had in this idea that he was going to pick up the phone and aide with your downward spiral was enough to break him, the fact he knew you were crying in a cell, half drunk, begging them to let you call him again, the fact he knew he wasn’t going to pick up the phone call. 

“(Y/N), Why do you do this to yourself?” 

For the shame of being young, drunk and alone, who knows? Maybe one day he’d pick up that call, but for now, you were stuck in that cell, as Mamoru would let that call just ring out. 

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